Lucifer Mythology Novels & Stories

“Can he die? Like, really, truly die?” Persephone sits up and immediately checks the room. Her gaze sweeps every shadow, every corner. I pulse my magic through the warding. Still intact. She scoots closer and whispers, “Lucifer can be killed. But only by a celestial being from his own mythology. An angel. Or the Christian God himself.” “Oh, good,” I deadpan. “That’s so convenient. I’ll just go pray and ask God to send one down.” Persephone smacks my arm. “No need to be a bitch about it. I’m just telling you how it works.”

She wondered if Clara would talk about the parts she hadn’t read yet - the volumes she had no access to. “Lucifer’s blood was still that of a being that was created from the light of the Most High God. It was like a potent drug and for many decades it pervaded the soil of the land. After more than a few centuries, it birthed a plant which bore a single fruit - the blood fruit. The blood fruit was discovered by accident by a young woman and her even younger brother who had been starved for days. They split the fruit and consumed it; but how could something birthed by Lucifer be common.”

The Lupus Deus. The deity of hatred, whose appetite for blood and violence was compared to the need for oxygen in the human body. the deity that the gods above would send once every hundred years as a warning. The god who wasn't born a god, but rather a man dressed in mystery and a threat to everyone—who even at the mere mention of his name, every pack avoided like the plague—he was the law. His presence caused wolves to bow down in submission, instilling in them the belief that no one was above him. He always waited in the shadows, keeping an eye out for those who violated his orders. Like a phantom, he came and went, ready to kill everyone who was in his way. Anyone who disagreed with him

“Lucian, you need to understand things as I do know, so you know it’s no one’s fault; mine, his or yours.” “Don’t tell me you slept with him.” Lucian tightened his grip on her hand, and when her gaze fell to it, he slipped his hand away from her. “Go on.” “Do you know anything about the war between the gods and the dark?” she asked. On the couch, Lucian reclined, then he adjusted. “I am aware. My bloodline is adamantly opposed to the light, my forefathers pledged us to the dark. How do you know about that?”

Lyra watched in surprise as Lucifer held him tight as though he was his dad. "I know what you are thinking; how is it possible that your beloved son takes a liken to me? Well long before the beginning of time, Lucifer and I happen to be brothers who were kept in limbo by the gods who sort to cleansing the world from the stains of the demon" Seth stated to her.

And to finish the rituals, they killed the witches who practised the sacrificial rituals. But that was not all. There were humans who worshipped Lucifer. And they kept the rituals alive. There are two types of sacrifices. One, that is done in the name of God. Those sacrifices are to keep this world alive. And only the animals were to sacrifice in the name of God. The second one was done in the name of Lucifer. Those sacrifices were to help Lucifer with his seeds of evil. As even Lucifer didn't have the power to grow something that big and stronger. He was not God. He was just a cunning fallen angel. Franklin didn't take longer to discover the power of the sacrificial rituals.

"The man you just married is the leader of a crime organization that is not a part of the code of the mafia. They kill and destroy as they wish. He's worse than Sergio. Far worse." My blood ran cold. "Wh-what?" "Didn't he tell you who he is?" "Luca Vallario, that's what he told me." She nodded, voice shaky with terror, "Yes, but to the rest of the world, he's known as Lucifero." Oh God. What had I done? "The man you married isn't just a monster; he's the Devil himself."

But soon everyone forgot about it. "I know, I just can't help but worry abpit her. Today is the day when those fairies would be searching the palace for the drifter. If they find out that Lola is a drifted, then they will kill her. She is half fairy and half angel. Being a lord of a world, I have to abide by the rules of the otherworld. If not, no one will abide by the rules of the undeeworld. By the rules of fairy, a drifter should be surrendered or killed on sight. But I cannot do neither. I have to find a way to protect my daughter" Lucifer confessed his fear.

He paused the video and zoomed in on each of his members wrists. There lay a tattoo of a snake eating its own tail. He took the video back and zoomed it on the other group's wrist. Iris eyes widened, her expression immediately turned grim. Her mind slowly getting a hang of what was happening. "You see, Iris I didn't kill your family." He flipped the slick laptop close and tossed it on the bed. "All of them are going to pay." She gritted her teeth her eyes staring ahead of her with determination. Cassian gave out a dark bone chilling chuckle. Iris recoiled.

he inquired, his eagerness evident. A smirk played on her lips as she averted her gaze. "I did miss you," she confessed, a hint of vulnerability coloring her admission. Sensing the moment's gravity, Lucifer shifted his position, settling comfortably on his throne. Lucinda, ever confident, took her place on his lap, their connection unyielding. "So, have you discovered anything new about the humans recently? What are they up to?" Lucifer inquired, his voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and mischief. Lucinda's eyes gleamed with hidden knowledge as she responded, her voice filled with intrigue.