Lucifer Helltaker Novels & Stories

I took a heavy deep breath. The explosion, the killing, the dead people, the blood, and the building were circulating in my chain of thoughts. I can't perceive how the family of those people felt right now. They are innocent. Clearly, they are. But this Damon Karsyn shit! Is really Lucifer's alike. It sents me goosebumps every time I internalize his words. When he said that I deserve all the odd things in life such as crying, beating, bleeding, begging, and stuff that he says that made me pray in heaven.

Sure there was a struggle between them and she was ‘accidentally’ pushed in an attempt to save himself but did he really think that Agares was innocent and on his side? “Lucifer.. if he was sensible then he would have killed me right that second. He isn’t. He craves drama and attention. Most of all, he enjoys messing with people’s minds. There is no way he is capable of giving anyone an easy death, though I hope one day this comes to bite him in the ass.” I take a swab of cotton and bury it in the antiseptic. With some tweezers, I lift it up. “I’ll heal fine without that too, you know.”

“When did you learn this? I mean, isn't that one of the ancient swords of the cyclones?” Abigail caressed the smooth body and sighed. “I was given after the nightmare. Did I forget to say that I was sent into a torturous world filled with nightmare, I was killed and reformed after thousands of centuries.” Zeres immediately chuckled softly. “I can't believe thousands of centuries passed in just one night.” The air around them right now showed that the demons haven't reached them yet. Ezekiel had discovered that someone was puppeteering these demons to work and stop Ezekiel from entering Viscarria. His own City which he ruled as a permanent ruler.

An ally in the Fae Realm would be a welcome thing right about now. Henry moves his hesitant gaze away from Jamari to look at me in confusion. “Is Lucifer dead?” He asks, moving away from the tree he was leaning on and taking a step closer. Jamari bares her elongated canines and growls at him, causing him to put his hands in the air and take a step back. “Lucifer is not dead.” Jamari spits out around her teeth. “His son Levi is in charge.”

William groaned, as the spell must be really making him uncomfortable. "Sleep for a while, baby." I said as I put him to sleep. I feel bad for my son. Levitra is really a bitch for doing this to my son! She might have really waited for her chance to plant this with us, who are the only healers allowed to enter Lycan territory. Levitra is addicted to Lycan's flesh. I think the number of lycans that fell victim to her hands couldn't be counted by fingers anymore.

He held onto my hand tighter, as if he was expecting me to run. "Why are there flames? Why are we here? Where is here?" "You know how I have a nickname? They call me the Lycan from Hell?" I nodded slowly, "Yeah?" "Well, this is why," he motioned around us, "I made a deal a long time ago. Gave up part of my soul, so I'm technically half Lycan. And half demon." I swallowed hard before letting out a shaky breath, "Right. Um, okay. Okay." I pulled my hands from his and began to pace.

Suddenly, the door opened and I looked through the mirror to see him coming in – Damon. Oh No!! I gasped as unhelpful conniption gripped me. You wouldn’t blame me. I couldn’t even turn to look at him but just kept staring through the mirror. He was putting on black trousers and a red T-shirt that had the top buttons opened, exposing his chest. His dark curly hair flopped across his left eye, giving him the perfect killing look. How could someone be this cute be so heartless? Lucifer, The king of hell. He walked levelly to where I was and stood behind me in front of the mirror.

I walk over the threshold and turn to face him. “What of my uncle?” I ask curiously. “Lucien? What of him?” he seemed perplexed by my sudden interest in him. “What is his role in the demon hierarchy?” The idea of a demon hierarchy was an intriguing notion. No one knew much about the inner workings of the demon realm. Mostly because no one made it back out alive. And demons were notoriously loyal creatures. “He is Lucifer’s Assassin.” Lucas seemed almost guarded in his words, he did not really want to talk to me about this. I wasn’t sure why, but I was determined to find out.

Lucifer: Time to GTFO of this hellhole. —

Lucifer rolled his eyes. "This would be how I interfere, Brinx. I will give you a staircase there, don't die," he said sincerely and waved his hands, restoring my father's home and taking our daughter's corpse with a flick of his wrist. He told us to gather weapons and asked if I had the whistle. I nodded and he grinned. "Use them, the enforcers hate the hellhounds," he said happily. I elbowed Lucifer and asked him what he meant about Grace and I truly loving each other and us not being faithful. He eyed me and sighed.