Novel & Cerita Lucifer Fanart Hazbin Hotel

"Fuck! The beast fi-finally transformed." "..I need blood...Her blood.." Lucifer said as he looked down at the distorted body of Zahara. ****

Lucifer balled his fist around the steel bar as he glared furiously at Lucian unable to bear the thought of never seeing Alexa again. "I hate that it came to this but I have no other choice," Lucian said in a regrettable tone, "You simply cannot accept that Alexa chose me, and it'll make you do even more stupid and impulsive things, I cannot let that happen," "You make it seem like I'm the devil and you're some fucking saint," Lucifer glared at Lucian, "You're like me, a fucking monster Lucian, you'll inevitably lose control and kill her," "I'm sorry brother," Lucian lowered his gaze, "I'll find..." He paused mid-sentence picking up a familiar scent. The scent of the Lycan that had haunted t

"Lucian is clever. He would have foreseen this day and anticipated my plans. What if he left something behind, a contingency for the girl? Something I was unaware of." Lucifer paced the room, his mind racing. "It doesn’t make sense," he muttered, his claws scraping the marble floor as he walked. His eyes burned brighter. "What if he bound himself to her? What if…" He turned sharply to the minions, who flinched under his gaze. "Search the archives! Find every detail of Lucian’s last rites. Every spell he ever cast. Every artefact is tied to his name. If he left behind a means to shield her, I will know of it."

**FERAL FURY PACK - LUCIFER'S OFFICE** Lucifer sat behind his ornate mahogany desk, the morning sunlight filtering through the large windows behind him, casting a warm glow across the room. Papers and files were strewn across his desk, but his attention was on the city below, lost in his thoughts. It had been a long few days, the weight of recent events pressing heavily on his shoulders. The death of Luna Light, the escalating tensions with the Rogues, and the mysterious threats that seemed to circle ever closer to his family were all pieces of a puzzle he was struggling to put together.

He was staring at each of the paintings besides Fred. Fred chuckled. "For you, yes. For the rest of them, I intend to imprison them all once everything is under my control." he answered. "If you want a painless death, gently give me Juno and I can assure you that your death will be quicker." "Your threats mean nothing to me Fred, in other words I'm not scared of you." "You should be," Fred said, his five Edgardo's he had drawn were standing beside him. "By the time I am done with you, you'd regret why you said those words."

Slowly, they packed the unfilled grave. The old man held his hands to his back. Stared at the freshly dug soils. All these years, he lived behind the shadows of Nathalia. Hiding from the morbid influence of his kind. It's time to step out of the dark. To tell a story, Lucifer: Untold. *** WASHINGTON D.C. FBI HEADQUARTERS

Lucifer stared at the key with so much admiration. This was the moment he had been waiting for and now his supremacy was closer than ever. He stared at Nahamani. His eyes had returned to its normal color and they were sparkling in excitement. The angel he was staring at however ,was not as excited as he was. Lucifer crouched down to meet her eyes and he smiled. He was not actually planning to kill her but he knew he would have to because she will try to expose him.

"He did not have to stay, but he did. He sat on my bed, put his hand on my back, and he stayed until I fell asleep. That is not nothing. That is not cruelty. That is something I have never had before." Camila stood up, walked to the door, and her hand rested on the handle. She did not look back at me, and her shoulders were shaking, just a little. "I have seen humans fall in love with Lycans before," she said. "I have seen them trust, I have seen them hope, and I have seen them broken when the Lycans moved on to something new. You are not the first, Serena. And you will not be the last. The castle is full of ghosts, and most of them are human."

Chapter 12 The night was quiet and the soft hum of the city below was muffled by the thick glass windows of Lucifer’s personal chamber in the house. A single lamp was the only source of light that made out a warm glow over the room while it simultaneously highlighted the modern furniture and the polished mahogany desk where he sat. Lucifer leaned back in his chair with his iPad resting in his lap as he scrolled through reports. His sharp features were illuminated by the screen but his attention wasn’t entirely on the text. Beside him on the desk was a box of cookies and one was already half eaten and forgotten.

Davina came to sight and I stretched my hands to her, hoping to hand her the eyes and give in to the fatigue that was threatening to pull me into darkness but Davina shook her head, “Until we get to the cleansing room with the House Of Healers Compound, you will have to hold on to those, Lycan Princess Isidora. If anyone takes those eyeballs from you, he or she is liable to be possessed by the dark energy they carry. “Kovan, Help me to the cleansing room as fast as you can, please.” I uttered to my mate whose eyes connected with my tired ones as I spoke, “I can not hold on for much longer.” Gamma Curtis voiced, “You can leave with the healers, My King. the Gammas and the werewolf warriors an