Novelas y relatos de Lucifer

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

Peterson concluded. Lucian's grin widened, a sinister gleam dancing in his eyes. "That sounds like the symphony of total annihilation. Yet, my friend, you are mistaken. It won't be solely vampires and werewolves united in this battle. The witches, too, have aligned themselves with our cause. Eric Damian is destined to meet his end, and with it, I shall reclaim the love of my life," Lucian proclaimed, his voice resolute and tinged with an unyielding determination.

Lucifer explained. "But, " Lucifer stopped as if thinking something. "But what?" Lucian asked this time. "Lucian is the exception, he is not born vampire by nature. So he can use his abilities which he acquired in the middle" Lucifer said. "Nice" Lucian smirked. "Let's go inside" they pushed the unlocked door open to reveal the room decorated with flowers of different colors. "What's all this for? Don't tell me Assorthan prefers to sleep like this?" Lucian commented.

the chaperone pulled my attention back, ‎ ‎ ‎but before I could speak, ‎ ‎ ‎My eyes lifted, ‎ ‎ and caught a certain gentleman, Whose ocean eyes were deeper than any seas, ‎ in a fitted pitch black tuxedo, ‎ ‎ ‎"Lucas?" ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎

“And stay away from her.” He tilted his head, studying me like I was a problem he was enjoying. “Or what, brother?” I took a step. Just one. The floorboards didn’t creak. My control did. “She’s mine, Lucien,” I said low. “Touch her. Talk to her. Breathe too close to her again, and I’ll show you why I was appointed the Enforcer.” For a heartbeat, his smirk slipped. Then it came back, sharper. “Your property, huh?” He let the words drag out, tasting them. “That’s all she is to you then? Something to keep on a leash?”

How dare he speak like he had done nothing wrong? Silence settled in the room like dust. "I didn't come to argue." Lucifer said calmly. "I just came to warn you." She laughed, bitter and sharp. "Warn me? You don't ever get tired of manipulating people, do you?" Lucifer stepped forward, shadows curling behind him like smoke. "I know you see me as a monster, and that's cool. But you should know that your lover is even more worse than I am. While I manipulate people into doing things, he tortures them into obeying his will. Isn't he worse?"

Not human in the way Lily understood it. But shaped like memory. Like something that had been remembered too many times to fade. Her eyes were dark—not empty, not voided. Deep. Alive. Knowing. God spoke first. “…Lucifer.” The name hit the air like a collapsing star. Lily staggered slightly. “Lucifer?” she whispered. The woman tilted her head slightly. “I see you still name things like they belong to you,” she said calmly. Luke’s voice erupted through the fracture instantly. “NO—DON’T TRUST HER—SHE’S THE ORIGIN POINT—”

Scott took a breath, trying to calm himself. “I am the Lurvine, a family of supernatural guardians. I summon to fulfill my pact.” He waited. But nothing happened. “I am the Lurvine, a family of supernatural guardians. I summon to fulfill my pact.” He repeated it and waited again. But after a while, still nothing happened. Had he failed? “Ahh…” The wound on his hand stung. It seemed he had cut too deep. Scott held his injured hand, stared at it, and sighed. It was all in vain.

**BLOODY SINNERS - LUCIFER'S ROOM** Lucifer sat in his dimly lit room, his thoughts a tangled mess of confusion and frustration. He leaned back in his chair, staring blankly at the wall as his mind replayed the witch’s words over and over. His father, alive but trapped in a state worse than death. It was a cruel irony that left him feeling more powerless than he had in years. Normally decisive and in control, Lucifer now found himself caught between the urge to act immediately and the cautious voice in his head telling him to wait.

“ I didn’t get to know your name, young mister. “ He stopped. “ I bet you don’t wanna know who I am.” He said. “I do. At least I can tell my generation of your goodness to me, and to the whole world as well.” He smiled. “ I am Lucifer, Lord of the underworld. But just in case, do refer me as Nomed Sacrod.” He held the door handle, “ You shall receive a call tonight, it shall be your first call to duty, try not to miss it. And about your wife and daughter, you will have them back according to your desires. But remember, a wish always come with a price. What will I have in return?”