Lucifer The Devil Is A Part-timer Novels & Stories

x Lucifer was no ordinary demon; he was the first to fall, the architect of rebellion, and the embodiment of forbidden beauty. The light-bringer turned dark king, his presence was both intoxicating and overwhelming. His eyes burned like twin suns on the verge of collapse, a golden fire encased in endless darkness. His voice was low, rich, and melodic, carrying the weight of eons and the promises of ruin.

– Sky says, still barely believing she was alive. - By the great dragon in the sky, she is transporting the enchanted place near Gary. – Lucifron says, terrified by the idea. - No. I don't think so. That vortex will crush everything that passes through it. She must have offended her master. The creature from hell that helped her. That is the work of Lucifer. - Wait. – Lucifron says – Lucifer, the so-called devil of human religion? But how did she end up allying herself with a demon of human religion? It does not make sense. She is a werewolf.

“People call him Devil, no one is born Devil, Life it makes them Devil, No one see the Good in them, No one understand what made them Devil, No one understand every Bad has Good in it, People just need someone to blame for their misery He is both Sun and Moon; he would burn daily to give a better life to his loved one, he stand like a shield in front of them burning the evils around them, He glows not for him but to bring peace in their life, to erase the Darkness around them, He became Devil not for Power, not for blood, Hater is killed with Kindness, Darkness is defeated with Light, He's Devil fighting against all other Devil's safeguarding his loved ones taking all the Darkness inside him

I know what he eats, wears and uses on his body, head to toe and I know the size of his tight boxer briefs. I have never understood his fascination with me. Most of the time he's there, watching silently like an adept predator sizing his prey, gazing into my soul with those piercing eyes. I waste half of my thinking capacity conceiving ways to elude his wandering, vigilant eyes each day. Without much hesitation, I knocked on the Devil's office, adjusting the straps of my silk night dress before I presented myself to Lucifer. "Come in." That apathetic voice had a tinge of fear simmering in my gut.

But they couldn't cut that hair. Amused, Lucifer turned away, took a few rambling steps and stopped. His gaze was directed into the distance. “People are weak. It's so easy to kill. They break if you touch them roughly once. I have already broken many people, but I am still able not to kill you in your defenseless state. What do you ask of me Submissiveness? Love? A pure heart? Pipe dreams. Lucifel was never like that. Despite his purity, there was something else in him. Something he longed for. ”A mocking laugh from the devil was heard. "Still, I'm here to see you and you don't even look at me." His gaze wandered to a large mirror that hung not far from the resting place. It was a big, sple

Lucian bent down as he put his one hand on the sofa arm and other inside his pocket. “I don’t joke, Lily. A Devil can teleport in just seconds. Yeah, last night you saw a ghost. Why? I won’t tell you the reason,” Lucian proclaimed and reached out his hand when a glass came in his hand from the kitchen. Lily was shocked to see this as her heartbeats started getting uneven. “But D-devils are bad,” Lily said with a stutter. “They are but as I said some are good,” Lucian pronounced, stressing his words.

The man informed to his boss right on the time. The man on the other side just let out a chuckle which didn't fail to give chills to the people beside him. It was scary, his laugh! It was more scary than a viper. No wonder they call him HADES!, The Devil. "Hmm, she's missing? Right when I'm finding her, Interesting! Very interesting!" his smirk widened as he leaned against his chair majestically after hanging up the phone. "Please, Spare me. I'm sorry I wouldn't try to spy on you again. I wouldn't even live in this country anymore. Please I beg you."

He asked, “Your father is the Devil…. LUCIFER!” She said, and Luciano was dumbfounded. He couldn't believe his ears. He normally hears it from humans that the Devil is an enemy of God, and he manipulates human and lure them in doin' evil things. Whenever he hears about the story, he too couldn't help it but hate Lucifer for making Adam and Eve commit such sin. Now to think of it, he appears to be the offspring of the Devil and the person he hated. No big deal, he has always hated his father and mother since childhood, so it wouldn't make any difference.

Derrick sat at the kitchen table, staring off into space, his mind lost in thought. Zin, his loyal servant and magical friend, watches him with growing concern. "Master," he said softly. "What's troubling you? I can sense that something is wrong." Derrick looks up at Zin, a haunted expression on his face. "I had a dream last night," he said. "Lucifer was calling me back to hell. with wants me to return there and fulfill my job as a little devil, shouldering some of his work instead of meddling in the affairs of humans."

Are they some kind of a big ass organization, where bastards like Cole gather? When I turned to look at the devil, my confusion grew. He was just staring at the in front silently, like he was afraid he’d lost his sight out of him. I wanted to ask him questions, but he looks like he’s going to implode at one touch. He’s standing completely still, while his eyes are fixed on the old man with an intensity I’ve never seen before. The casual, smirking Cole I know is gone. He’s looking deadly. The politician—or whatever he is—wraps up his speech with a practiced smile. “Please, enjoy the rest of the evening.” He stepped down, and the room erupted into polite applause.