Name Of The Son Of The Devil Novels & Stories

She said "Oh, is that the kind of how is he that you mean? Well he is pretty peaceful. He isn't strict at all. He has one of the best mindsets that I have ever encountered. I wish that he would just remember to remain this calm and peaceful soul that I always knew from the very first time I set my eyes on him in the cafe." Heimdall asked "Do you know why I ask?" "Because of the way he fights?". "Yes, he is too brutal and aggressive when he is in combat. And I've started to suspect that his name might actually mean another thing entirely. His name means the angel of death." She gasped "The first time I saw him fight, I taught that he may be rude in a way or some sort. But he handles me gently

Lorenzo was his name. Lorenzo Armani… Or as most people called him ‘The devil’s son'. He was a bastard son born out of wedlock. Some said he killed his father for the pleasure of it. Others said he'd done it for revenge. Either way, he was known throughout the world as a ruthless man. A monster. A beast. His reputation preceded him. Everyone knew him. For better or worse, he was feared. And yet, he was also respected. He commanded respect.

Yet, he has this hold on me; he keeps drawing me in when I know that I should not. So with only but a smile, I pull him closer to me and lay lips softly against his. He only looks at me rather confused, “You do not wish for an explanation?” That, there, tells me that I have, in fact, heard him, so with those trembling hands, I only but whisper to him, “Are you really the Devil?” He softly chuckles at me, “The Devil’s son.” “But that still makes you a Devil, or are you one of those ungodly…?”

She smelled like a magnolia tree. “Daniel I have been looking forward to this day.” He spoke without opening his eyes. He knew Daniel but how? Daniel was angry. “Who are you?” Daniel spoke softly but his anger was heard. His voice deepened as he repeated himself.”Who are you?” “Damnation. Why did Bowen give you that name? Your mother wanted you to be called….” Daniel cut the priest off. “No one calls me Damnation. My name is Daniel. I am the son of Lucifer and the mighty…”

I ask as I look down at the floor in front of my father's desk. My father falls silent. I slowly look up at him to see him staring intensely at me. "What are you talking about son?" He asks seriously. "Layla was pregnant when she died. The deal I made with the devil was fulfilled upon her death. Our unborn child died with her and its lifeforce was absorbed into her body giving her a second chance at life. As soon as the devil and I made our deal I became the devil. That was the devil's plan from the beginning." I reply.

somewhere inside of me I know he is right because this doesn't have anything to do with Zee if Ash theory is right. "She's the devil's spawn." Brandon states and I smile a little. "Actually, demons are the devil's spawn." I correct and Brandon rolls his eyes. "Whatever, then she is the demon's spawn. That kind of makes her grandfather the devil. Good enough." My smile widens slowly. "Actually, the devil's name is Lucifer and he was an angel of heaven before he fell so he's still an angel so technically you're calling her an ang-"

I ask, feeling bad for the woman who is blinded by love. Bethany began to answer in a bitter tone. “I truly don’t know what she sees in that man. Yes, he’s handsome but his character is truly quite ugly. He’s more of a hit it and quit it type of man. He’s been known to be the Devils’ son.” Bethany made a sound of disgust. “Devils’ son?” I spoke out loud. Dread slowly began to fill me. Like the horror of an avalanche coming a person’s way.

Even after all this, he still could not bring himself to kill her. The children, on the other hand, were given titles before their eradication based on their evil deeds in the war. The eldest son was Satan of wrath, the second oldest was Lucifer of pride, Beelzebub signifying gluttony, Leviathan of envy, Mammon identifying greed, Asmodeus of lust, and Belphegor of sloth. Without hesitation, they were erased and remembered as the greatest evil. As went on, hell began to plague the human world with demons of all kinds.

“Are you really his son? And... and you're the devil? The real devil?” Lucifer quirks an amused brow before he takes a bow. “Yes, I am. The one and only. And yes, Fallon is my son. Don't be fooled by my boyish good looks, luv. I'm a bit older than you think.” He gestures to an annoyed Fallon, placing his face close to his. “Do we not look alike. Of course, I'm better looking. But I rather think he has my eyes. Of course, he has his wretched mom's personality. But what can one do?”

Her steps retaliated, "how sometimes I don't have to do anything to created chaos. It's like it has a mind of its own and speaks when it sees fit." "So," he said plastering a familiar grin on his face, "what do I do for you little sinner?" Sonny cringed internally at the name. She still hadn't been able to wrap her mind around why the name didn't sit well with her, "I need you to help me find someone," The devil smirked, "The one that stabbed you!". Her brows furrowed in confusion, "How do you know that?" "Because you shall not harm her- not yet!!!"