Novel & Cerita Lucifer Stare

”Do not stop. “This is Lucifer morningstar.” Lucifer turns and looks at the cops as his men hold their rifles; he is calmly smoking a cigar. His sleeves are rolled up to his elbow, exposing the rankings on his arm over a hundred stars; each point of the star has a diagonal line over it; that’s how he keeps count of his kills. The cops take the turn around the bend. Joshua turns back and gets Winter in the house; Lucifer feels infuriated seeing her coming out of his house. They climb into the SUV, “what about my brothers?”

He sounded defeated, lost and he looked even worse. "Didn't anyone teach you that staring is a bad habit!" Lucifer's voice broke our silence. His dark eyes met mine. They were red and puffy. He almost resembled an raccoon. The stubble that started to grow along his jaw brought out his masculinity. It made him look tougher than what he was. My tongue felt as if it had been tied up into a bow and then stuffed back into my mouth. I just blankly gazed at him, wide-eyed. I didn't think that he would notice my stares because he didn't even turn to look at me once.

"A Unique rank summon, broken to pieces by a mere mortal." Lucifer's eyes narrowed, his gaze fixed on me with a mixture of disdain and contempt. "Who are you?" he demanded, his voice cold and unforgiving. As those silver eyes bore into mine, their condescending air so strong that I felt like a worthless insect, a mere nuisance to be swatted away. The weight of his gaze was merely disgusting, and I knew that exchanging words with him would be a waste of time.

lucifer said "Don't try to work on my mind, I don't mind cutting your head off" "Then do it!" "No problem" Stan said and immediately dissappeared into thin air and reappeared right in front of a kneeling lucifer with his sword on lucifer's neck. He raised up his sword and.........

With every second as the silence prolongs, I can feel Lucifer Agosti getting madder and madder, his eyes become even more menacing. “Unbelievable!!” He roars, breaking the deadly silence “A tribute! A GODDAMN GIFT for what?” he yelled deafeningly, turning to look at me, as on instinct I stepped back cowering in fear. Lucifer is trembling with rage, but Set continues to stand there calmly. “Relax Lucifer! You have already sent them such a lovely gift.” He says drily, looking around at the bloodied mess that we are all standing in.

he said. She sneered. “What have you done to me and why is there a symbol like this?” she demanded an answer while showing the symbol on her chest. “That’s a sign that you are my bride-to-be. Hm… I will introduce myself once again. I am Lucifer, The Avatar of Pride, The Lord of Corruption. One of The Seven Lords from Hell.” His voice was firm. “Congratulations, Felenia. Now you won’t be able to run away from me,” he continued with a lopsided smile.

He clenched the paper in his fist before throwing it on the ground in my direction. I started debating in my head, and just when I was about to pick it up, the woman....Seraphine picked it and shook her head. They started arguing, I was not able to hear all the words clearly. "No," Lucien said to her. He was angry. His eyes had changed color as well, they were no longer black, they were back to his other silver blue eyes. What was in that paper? Seraphine pointed in my direction and said something, but her words were almost impossible to hear.

I replied, my voice steady, though my heart was hammering against my ribs. She smiled warmly and leaned in. “Men like Lucian believe in transparent, visible power. They build kingdoms of ash and nothing, Jace. They rule only as long as the fear lasts, and the moment they falter, the ash blows away. You are too brilliant for that kind of collapse. Join me, and I’ll give you eternity.” she offered, her face too charming and her aura consumed me. Lucian was seething with rage as he watched from the corner, his face burning hot and ready to tear her to pieces, if only he could.

I stepped forward. "Lilith McBain," I said, and the clearing stilled. "Ultimate Alpha. Born of the Moon Goddess." The words were not a declaration. They were a fact. The reaction came in waves. Gasps. A sharp intake of breath here, a murmur there. Awe rolled off some of them like heat. I saw it in widened eyes, in lowered chins. Others looked stunned, as if a story told to frighten cubs had just stepped into flesh before them. A few stared openly, defiance etched into their posture.

Lucas didn’t turn to look at them, he just kept his eyes fixed on his bottle of wine. But most importantly, from the side of my eyes, I could hear Christopher Lorenzo's heavy, furious breath from the front row, and the snap of media cameras trying to capture my humiliation. My face burned with a terrible, hot shame. I stared at the side of Lucas's face, but his jaw was completely relaxed, his expression totally bored as he swirled the dark liquid inside the bottle. “Errr…” the priest adjusted his tiny glasses once again, “do you care to repeat that Mr Lucas Lorenzo?” He asked solemnly.