Lucifer Maze Demon Face Novels & Stories

“We’re even, for now, demon. However, I recommend that in the future, you stay out of my way because next time we meet, I won’t be merciful.” Lip curled, I step closer and reply. “Don’t worry you, bloody git, I have no desire to see your sodding minger again either.” Lucifer flips me the bird before he banishes me from the room. Zoe and Lana blink at his exit. Lana looks a bit sad but quickly hides it. “What’s a minger?” She asks.

I didn't know him, it was my heightened demon eyesight that saw his tiny name tag. I walked up the body, looking at the bruises on the victim's neck, stomach, and face. The length of the claw marks was approximately twelve centimeters long, and five centimeters deep, —This was no wolf, I thought to myself, this was a signature mark from a dangerous demon, Hell's reverted Lucifer.

A massive figure emerges, seated in a velvet chair, black wings stretching behind him like smoke-formed blades. Lucifer. It has to be. He’s devastating. A dusky bronze complexion, long dark hair, a three-piece suit cut to a god’s body. His face is divine—so perfect it hurts to look at. But his eyes are wrong. Hungry. Unholy. Fear wraps around my ribs like a vice. I force myself to breathe. To think. Ground yourself. Five things you can see… Fire. Molding. Bedpost. Glass. Nightstand. Four things you can hear… Chains. Flames. My breath. Sheets rustling.

Well, my dear, you were deceived by mere mortal souls. Lucifer opens his eyes wide, opens a door next to him, and continues running through corridors and doors that lead to his room. When he arrives, he sees the four-headed demon still unconscious on the floor. Angry, he kicks the demon, who wakes up in pain and drags himself out of the way. Lucifer enters and goes to the bedside table. He opens the drawer and sighs in relief. Lilith was crazy. The box was there and still closed. He picks up the box and shudders. He missed the micrograms that the soul weighed. He turns the box until it makes the click that announces the opening. He looks inside and sees that the box is empty. Throwing the bo

-Amara's POV- "I watched, horrified, as Lucifer extracted information from Mrs. Jenkins. The shadows, the illusions... it was terrifying. But Alexander's words sent shivers down my spine: 'Erebus seeks the Dreamweaver's heart.' My heart? What did it mean?" -Lucifer's POV- "I summoned Raven, Kael, and Elara to devise a plan. 'Erebus will perform the ritual during the Lunar Eclipse,' I explained. 'We must stop him.' Raven nodded. 'I can disrupt the ritual's magical foundations.' Kael volunteered, 'I'll take care of Erebus's minions.'

The dragon asked Mockingly as it breathe out golden flames but lucan quickly ducked, " fight me if you want to save her or she may be dead even before we start". This was like the trigger he needed and without asking for his permission, his demon bursted out of him standing tall and mighty. It was almost nine foot tall and had a really disgusting face far away from the drop dead handsome Lucan. It's nails were so sharp that it could tear through anything and he had a mixture of red and blue lights glowing from his body, anyone who saw this creature would think it was the devil himself and yes, right now he was the devil and he was here to collect what rightfully belonged to him.

The light slowly fades, and we’re all left standing around his body, more than a little stunned. “Motherfucker,” I grumble. “What the hell does that mean? Gatekeeper? Gatekeeper of what? For all I know he’s here looking for the Key Master.” Lucas turns, swiping his thumb over his lips, wiping away more of the demon blood. “Now that reference I did get.” He flashes a smirk, and dammit, it’s not right how he can look so hot right now. We’re standing around a rotten dead body and he has drying demon blood on his face. Crouching back down, he rolls the body over, checking for ID. There’s none.

I asked curiously and Lucifer chuckled. "You will hardly be seen by the public and I pump hallucinogens into the club so weak souls spend more of their money. Seeing you will just make them pause a brief moment before they carry on." "Plus most of the clientele is or are demons out doing their peregrination, but you still should wear an eye patch at least. Your red eye is scary as hell," Xazel added and Lucifer chuckled softly and nodded. So, I was in reality, a highly paid babysitter for the upper class demons' adult children. Oh goody for me. I huffed in annoyance and stretched before heading to the rear of Lucifer's home where the bedrooms were located. I hoped to pass by Grace on the way

Lucifer opened his eyes, tightening his face as the sharp rays of daylight pierced his eyes. It responded as if he had woken after one hundred years of slumber. He blinked several times until he could finally adjust the light in his eyes. "How are you feeling now?" A woman's voice asked. Lucifer moved his head to the left, he saw a woman in a white coat wearing a blue shirt underneath. Her wavy cinnamon brown hair tied into a neat ponytail, her starry brown eyes staring right at his obsidian ones.

It wasn’t just the man whose attitude had changed, but almost all the creatures — especially the demons, they had different expressions from before. They looked at Felen with interested eyes and their eyes darkened when Leon’s name — Lucifer, was mentioned. She shivered at the evil intent directed at her. Including from a woman in the back row, near the large open window. Her golden hair fluttered gently by the wind. Even though she was smiling, her cold eyes glared at Felen. ***