Novel & Cerita Lucifer's Cane Hazbin Hotel

He was the perfect puppet - he had the looks of a good candidate, and if he could woo people the way he conned women into his bed, it’d be easy enough to ensure whoever the puppet master was called all the shots. “I’m sure it’s someone from the family line,” I insisted. Cato leaned in closer, giving me a toothy grin. “Then why the hell have I been seein’ so many lycans in the past couple days?” He was whisked away, back into the thrum of customers, before I could answer. Another pink drink slid down the bar, stopping in front of me. It was a trick Cato was proud of, and one I didn’t mind until I had to close up my tab - one that had been steadily growing over the past years.

Lucian struggled on his knees pleading to Igatus. "Well, I refuse. They all have to be discarded. Even you, so worry about yourself and not them. You have always been an idiot. Abandoning all the power and freedom you could have for a human. What do you even know about love?" Igatus fired back at Lucian? He took a silver blade and stabbed Lucian in his heart. Lucian falls to the ground dead. The fire was growing, I still couldn't make the chains budge. I knew why I felt weak. The chains and cells were laced with wolfbane. It was what was making me weak. I couldn't watch Aden and the others die.

The faint illumination becomes a lifeline, a guiding beacon amidst the encroaching darkness. I tighten my grip on the flashlight, feeling the coolness of its metal against my skin, anchoring me to the present moment. With determination in each step, I leave the storage room, the flashlight's beam casting a flickering glow on Lucian's figure. Wearing a black pants, but his bare chest reveals a stark contrast to his wounded state.

he explained. "So, how are you gonna do that by sitting?" "I'm trying to astral travel! Riri and I have a connection, I should be able to find her if I focus hard enough." He closed his eyes yet again. "Oh. Is that the thing you do when you just sit there unconscious and someone winds up dead?" "Yes. Normally I shouldn't be able to kill anyone in that state but because I'm Lucifer's son, I can do anything I want." "Never knew you could do that. What about..."

Levi looked at me with eyes wide open, “she was a fallen? Is that why you wanted to get her pregnant? Make some super babies?” Lucifer turned back towards me and laughed, “I should’ve known you had some stupid idea like that.” As he walked away I made one last ditch effort to subdue him. I snapped my fingers and trapped him in a magic cage. “You son of a bitch!” He roared. “What did you do? Over a fallen? When I get out, I’m going to kill her and you!” He spat. Levi rushed to my side and helped me up from the ground.

Kyley was nowhere to be found. Alphonse held a long black dildo, that Jason recognized instantly, in his hands and Jason could also notice a previously liquid-filled bucket on the floor, as well. The contents of the bucket that he very well knew what it contained sullied the dirty, crinkly floor and carried a deep stench around even in the cold atmosphere. "It was you, all along?" Jason could only stare in disbelief at the smirking snow-white haired hottie that now stood beside Alphonse as the realization struck him. It turned out that it wasn't only Kyley that had him played afterall.

Little Aikiz would ask. “You see, honey. I have a very weak body. I get sick easily.” The lady would lie, forcing a smile. “Should I get you a doctor?” “No, honey. I just need company. Stay by my side for a while.” Recalling those old memories made Aikiz realise that the late Luna loved her like a real daughter. Also, the late Lycan was a monster. This room is the proof. “And what the hell am I doing here?” Aikiz murmured.

I could handle his blades, his dungeons, and his dark rooms, but I could never handle Zara’s blood. “You’re a sick, cruel animal,” I choked out, a sob breaking in my chest. Lucian's fingers tightened around the silver wolf-head of his cane. “You will not fail me, Avery.” He turned on his heel without waiting for a reply. The tip of his cane struck the stone floor with a sharp, final clack before he walked toward the side door and stepped into the corridor without looking back. I collapsed onto my knees, my hands pressing flat against the wet, soapy stone.

An obsidian knife, a silver-threaded scalpel, pair of bone pliers, branding iron, a glass vial of wolfsbane extract, and hammer. The door bursted open. Lupercus strolled in, dragging nine whimpering bodies like broken dolls behind him. They were soaked in their own filth, smeared with sweat and blood. Flies buzzed lazily around them, and maggots squirmed in open sores. "Alright, fuckers," he called out. "Take your seats. You..." he kicked Joe forward "get the middle one. Our guest of honor." They obeyed, trembling, whimpering, and stumbling over each other as they sank into their chairs.

"Where have you been?" Sweet is my best friend and she is also the secretary of Lucifer himself, and she refuses to tell us how he looks until he reveals himself to us. All we know is that he is not an old man, that is overweight and has a lot of cats. Nope, he was fairly young, in the late twenties and Sweet confirmed he turned twenty-seven this year but no one knew when. Sweet gave us bits of information but most of the time she was selfish. "Relax, Sweety. He isn't here yet." I said calmly and continued what I was busy with.