Lucifer Morningstar Devil Face Novels & Stories

She almost laughs her words at him—a vampire running away from a human. “I am not what you think, Anais; there is more to this than you see here.” How can he tell her the truth? She will run for sure then. She sees him as a devil because he’s a vampire. How will she look at him when she finds out he is the devil? Lucifer is that fallen angel with no way of getting back to heaven. He doesn’t want to go back; he doesn’t want to be good, which is why he should just kill her.

He leaned in so their faces were inches apart. He ran his thumb across her pale tear stained face and flicked the tears underneath her eyes. Iris pulled back her eyes now confused and red rimmed. "These tears of vengeance, are on shed for the wrong person." "You're lying." She screamed back thrashing harder than before. "Let me show you." He blinked unfazed by her tantrums. He stood up from the bed and picked up the laptop on the bedside table. Iris went quiet. He flipped it open, waited for it to boot, then played a video.

**Morning - 9AM** Lucifer stormed back into his chambers, dripping sweat from his early morning workout at the gym. He had pushed himself harder than usual, trying to silence the turmoil in his mind. But as he opened the door, expecting to find his room meticulously cleaned and in perfect order, his eyes widened in disbelief. The room was a mess—clothes scattered on the floor, the bed unmade, and the lingering scent of April that still clung to the air.

Trembling, the woman reached out to cradle her newborn, whose cries pierced the air, mingling with the tense atmosphere. Footsteps echoed ominously, drawing closer to the room. The door flung open, revealing Lucifer himself. Towering at fifty feet, he bore ten horns upon his seven heads, each adorned with a blasphemous diadem. His likeness was a grotesque amalgamation: leopard-like skin, bear-like feet, and a mouth reminiscent of a lion, its fanged maw stretched wide in a grin that revealed teeth sweeping the floor. A scream of terror tore from the woman's throat, and she collapsed onto the bed, succumbing to the overwhelming horror before her.

His father sometimes bears a grudge on things that counted as silly for them. "He's the King of Hell, Lucifer Morningstar. He gets what he wants but of course unless his son, who is me, will intercept." He shakes his head and just went his way. He doesn't want to be late for his appointment with a blonde. Somewhere in a tall building, there was a man who was standing looking down. Specifically, looking at Daemon. He had this devilish and amused grin on his handsome face and a very distinct slit on his eyebrow. Hands-on his pocket, standing on his glory.

Damien’s P.O.V. “Damien, It’s time.” I look up to see Lucifer himself standing in front of me imposingly. Lucifer is an intimidating presence no doubt, but not what most humans think of him. He doesn’t have red skin or horns, instead he is a large, muscular, olive skinned man with long dark hair and black eyes. He is almost to beautiful to look at even for me. “The girl will be 18 in one month and will be able to choose sides. We must make sure she chooses ours.” Lucifer finished.

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.

Dad waved his hand and gave a deep-rooted smile like he was addressing a friend. "Sup buddy?" Lucindo cocked a brow at us and gave a half-smile. He was tall, well-built, and his complexion reminded me of hot chocolate. He had the kind of face that stopped people dead in their tracks. There was a permanent cocky smirk on his face and his appearance screamed confidence and player alert. He was incredulously beautiful and depraved. But then again, even the biblical scriptures defined the devil as the most beautiful angel ever created, so there was a murking gloom waiting to be unleashed.

~✴~ The DEVIL'S Heart ``````````````````` PERORATION : I love you and it is the only thing I believe in - The Devil ` ` `