Lucifer Prayers 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.”

Lucia wouldn't have kissed me back if she didn't feel the same. I take out my wolf pipe and light it against the fire. I dance around the fire as a prayer to the goddess Luna to let me see my love, my Lucia, one more time before the sun sets in my eyes. I sense my death is near, and before my death is final, I want to feel my body inside the woman I love.

"You can't say that is not right Ryan, Lucifer raised up the dead, he raised grandmother and brought her back to life so conditions he gives us, he deserves it. Imagine loosing the love of your life and someone raise her up from the dead, won't you worship the person?" "I won't worship him because he asked for my soul to be sold to him."

his eyes were black as night, his hair had blazing flames on them, his hands were also on fire, he looked like a witch that possessed the fire element. He was unrecognizable as his features looked nothing like that of a werewolf at that moment. He looked more like a demon from hell, the people around took couscous steps back not wanting to be close to the demon their alpha has become, some of the pack warriors shifted to their werewolf forms getting ready for anything. “Lucifer has risen.” Whispered Lune Katherine to herself, Mercy took steps forward while Collin was looking at Damien waiting for him to get up from the ground. No one knew what he will do to him should he manage to get up fro

It feels like I’m touching a strong glass and I’m unable to get in. “Lucifer, what’s happening?! I can’t step inside it!” I shivered. I keep on forcing the light to let me in but it was helpless. I cried and cried until my body gave up. “God! Can you hear me?! Let me in! I’m begging you! Please! Forgive me for wasting my life! I don’t want to be here! Let me in! I wanna go home! I miss my mom! Please forgive me!” I keep on punching the hard light and plead for it to break.

“That is all that matters.” The Sanguine Pool pulsed beneath them; the combined energies vibrated like a heartbeat trying to find its balance. Allistair’s fingers curled weakly into Lucifer’s tunic. “Don’t go alone.” Lucifer froze. The plea was soft, yet pierced deeper than any blade. “…I have too Amor Meus. I have too” he whispered, brushing a kiss to Allistair’s fevered brow.

I gotta have a taste of it then I'll get on with my job. I don't need anyone to tell me that I'm in the presence of a psycho vampire. Oh moon goddess please. Anything but my innocence. I pray fervently. I hear Lucifer mutter to himself. "Now where can I bite that won't show the bite marks?? Umm let me try the inner thigh."

"When Lucifer Fell, He did not do so alone. And from this perverse covenant sprang forth Legion And all of Heaven Wept." ~ The Book of Lost Days Lilith 1:1 "Forgive me, Father, for I have sinned. It has been one week since my last confession—!"

**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 scratch and strike my temple as the sound heightens. Lucifer kneels before me and places his hands over mine, his lips moving, but I can’t hear over the thundering in my head. I try to speak but begin to choke out blood and seize until the reprieve of darkness finds me.