Lucifer Helltaker Novels & Stories

Christ, I’ll have my ass handed to me if I even tried to get any of them angry—which is the last thing I should do seeing how I am still in contract with Leviathan as we haven’t found my Ashley yet, rendering the contract we did years ago, as incomplete. “Who is this young lad you had bought here, Leviathan?” I was only ten years old when I first met the ruler of hell, Lucifer. I was also a freshly turned demon by then when Leviathan bought me to hell and presented me to the council that holds the hierarchy and order in this realm. “He is a Trent, your highness. I found him lurking on the mortal realm.” Leviathan said while he kneeled with his head down. “I am not lurking—I live there.” I sa

She gave another kick and finally, she broke free. Just when she thought she could escape from the creature, another one grabbed her, then there’s two or three or four…they managed to pull her down. Her eyes widened in horror when she saw the creatures underwater. Humans! Decaying but not dead. Men. Women. Kids. All she can see are thousands of faces wailing, reaching for her. They are all jerking their legs chained to the murky sea bed. It was useless to resist, their desperation to pull her down had overcome her will to live. She closed her eyes. So that was it. All those days and nights she had been fighting her dark thoughts have gone to waste. This is now her tragic death.

"So many times, we tried to prove we could be civilized, that we aren't monsters, but again and again you Thompsons have come and destroyed what we work for, poking us until we break." "I can be a monster." He bared his fangs threateningly, moving close to my neck until I could feel his breath inches away. His voice dropped to a whisper, " Now that I've finally found one Thompson, I can destroy all of you. I could take your body as mine to drain and pick apart to pieces. Or perhaps…" His lips curled into a sly smile, "....mine to fuck until you're nothing more than broken leftovers." He moved away, eyeing my body darkly from my toes to my terrified face.

Knowing that it took someone very special to love… Hell’s Angel!

“You keep manipulating the poor girl to work with you, because you already know how powerful she is. But we won't stop until we have her.” Lucian pauses inches away from me, his face twisted like he was down for another fight. His fingers formed into a punching hand. “You took everything from me and you dare lecture me about manipulation? You Hunters are the true enemy. You all are just mere humans who interfere in our world exploiting it.” “We only interfere because we follow religion and beliefs. And according to our religion, you all are devils who are meant to be killed and burnt to death.” Lucian’s veins became much more visible than usual, his form punching hand tightening as if he wan

“We were tasked to track down Lucifer. The notorious killer. No one’s been able to touch him for years. Every trail ends cold.” The name alone sent a chill through the room. I leaned closer, scanning the image dark eyes, a scar slicing across his cheek, and a smile that screamed danger. Lucifer. I felt my pulse rise, not with fear, but with anticipation. If the rumors were true, he wasn’t just a killer. He was a monster who could kill anyone and still get away with it. Send the details to me. I’ll track him and deliver the results before the deadline,” I said firmly.

With that thought in mind, he wore a red cloak, and left. ****** Deep in the subterranean heart of the fortress, the walls dripped with echoes and old wounds. Lucas's boots thudded on stone, each step reverberating like a heartbeat. Lucifer stood waiting in the chamber's center, his dark cloak, a tide of shadows around him. He looked as calm as death, leaning against the altar of blackened stone, his expression almost amused. This place wasn't hell. It was one of the devil's earthly chambers, from where he operated discreetly through his minions. Because of the deplete in Lucas's power, teleporting to hell became impossible and unsafe.

There was only a look of finality. "Your hell," Clara said softly, though it was unclear whether she was speaking to Rebecca or to Ethan, "Begins now." After that, Clara picked up the urn and walked away into the heavy shadows of the crematorium. Rebecca lay alone on the cold ground, knife still in her chest, blood slowly soaking into the earth beneath her. A faint ambulance siren sounded far away, but she could no longer hear it clearly. Her eyes stayed open as she stared into the gray sky.

My eyes followed diligently as his thick fingers stroked his trimmed beard and he kept me roasting in the torrid silence for some seconds before speaking. "Pour daddy a drink, my liloco." The depth of his voice nearly had me trembling. Liloco. His blooming rose. The blossoming rose he could so ruthlessly cut at the stem and watch wither away if he pleased. My gut feeling told me Lucifer was not very pleased with me, but then again, he always makes me this angsty. I quickly poured him his preferred whiskey and presented him with the glass while being victorious in avoiding his searing gaze. I could feel those satanic eyes all over my skin, setting me ablaze as I returned to my initial positio

Faelon growled firmly and Lucifer nodded with a smirk. "Oh he doesn't interest me, I have discovered that necromancers are more my forte. Especially when they can capture the brightness and hold it. I'm afraid you and Atlas's plan of saving sweet Sophia are in vain. She won't be whole since my right-hand holds a valuable part of her delicate soul. Atlas will return with his tail tucked between his legs in his failure," Lucifer smirked cruelly. Phil gasped behind Faelon and as he turned to glance at him he noticed him pointing to Gian. Faelon's eyes widened at seeing his young son crackling with blue hellfire. "Relax Gian," he stated firmly.