Lucifer The Devil Is A Part-timer Novels & Stories

She asked. Lucifer shot her a glare, a deep dark evil glare that told her to shut up, but she just rolled her eyes. “You're being ridiculous, you know that, don’t you Lu.” “NO, I’M NOT!” Lucifer yelled. “SHE’S A FUCKING SUCCUBUS NOT A WEREWOLF SO SHE SHOULD ACT LIKE ONE!!” “Lu if she just wants to sleep with her husband, then that’s her problem.” “I don’t want my daughter to slowly die of starvation because she didn’t get enough energy from that damn wolf.”

“Saint Christian fell when walking out to appease the dragon to bargain that he leave these lands, just as the legend says.” I stumble back. “What…?” The priest lays a hand upon my back. “Lucifer wears many faces,” he repeats, and I feel my stomach twist. “He thrills to corrupt without the use of force, and scars of past sins most often provide him the gateway.” I shake my head. “He wasn’t… You can’t mean...” “You lay with the devil himself, child,” he grates, calm expression rippling with just the faintest, uncontrollable undercurrent of revulsion. “Now you must be cleansed.”

LAZZARO That girl. The way she stitched me, the way she looked at me while at it was fucking sexy. I had almost lost control, and it took everything within me to hold back. I never force my way with women. I might be a devil, but I wasn’t that monstrous.

"What information did you want to share? You don't come over here unless it's urgent or deadly or both." "It actually might help you locate your missing devil. Well, do you want to hear it?" "Fine, just get on with it, and don't withhold anything." "So, apparently, your demon has been purified," Lucifer's head shot down, eyes looking into mine again. Piercing. "Relax, he's not dead. He's…we're not sure what he is, but he's in some weird in-between state. A bird whose wings have been plucked—" "Yes, I know the old nursery rhyme. How?"

★★★★★ LUCIFER'S LAIR* Tatiana walked in slowly into the suite, she had just been summoned by the devil himself and this is the first time he'll be summoning her without no reason to tell. He was sitting regalliously on a chair as he smoked excessively. Flames filled the living room as Tatiana fanned the air stopping the flames from getting to her nose. Lucifer noticed her presence and he dropped the cigarettes facing her, he was only claded in a short and a singlet which hugged his body.

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

My heart broke, the woman I thought was a devil suffered so much but that didn’t excuse her doings. “Tell me everything, I want to know the truth I said and her lips quivered. “Lucifer was never a bad man, I made him that way,” she closed her eyes as more tears cascaded down. “So was me. I was just a girl, an average girl, fond of living, fond of my sister,”

"I keep my eyes on those I trust the most. Now tell me, where is the pen drive?" “I don't have the pen drive,” gasped the man, struggling to breathe. David sneered. “Oh, really? You're not very convincing, Parker.” With a swift motion, he punched the man in the face, causing blood to gush from his nose. Parker winced. “I swear, I don't have it,” he pleaded. David's eyes blazed with fury. “You think you can lie to me? I'm the Devil. Tell me where it is.”

I let myself fall deep into my zone with red in my sight. “Gaetano, do you understand why they say never make a deal with The Devil?” I interrupted his laugh. He looked at me with narrowed eyes as I blew out the cigarette smoke into the night sky. I flicked the bud away and met his gaze, giving him a devilish smirk. “I’m about to show you why.” I drew my guns out at the same time men jumped out from the wooden crates. And a war with fire began.

He looked at the young man, a very man of Denever who immediately recover from shock. “So the devil-” he gritted his teeth when he realize the glare coming from the woman who lecture him earlier. He laughed like a madman and stood highly, forgetting the reason of why he even here this moment. “Spotlight never failed to be reliable as ever,” he said, narrating a damn thing. “You, for sure has decide to show that despicable horns of yours, Coplete.”