Paradise Lost Satan Novels & Stories

“Are you sure? He's so perfect. It’s like my eyes can't take him in.” “He was God's most beautiful creation,” she whispered. “When he was cast from Heaven he was equally loved by Satan. Lucifer knows only adoration and his power is so great that whatever he believes those around him see. But don’t be fooled Gabriel, it’s nothing more than an illusion.”

He forgot that he was only human while Satan was a demon who was stronger than him in terms of strength. "I won't do anything to her... for now." Satan purposely picked on one of his weaknesses. "You ... !" Abelard's grip on Satan grew stronger. "Ah, I give up. I give up~ " Satan gave up. At this moment Abelard's gaze looked very intent as if Abelard wanted to kill him right at this moment. Even though Satan couldn't die, making the human he adored getting too angry and ending up hating by him would not benefit Satan in slightest. That was why he gave up in earnest.

“You’ve lost it.” “Maybe,” Satan said, chuckling quietly. “When I woke up after the accident and found out you and our baby were gone, I spiraled into depression. No psychologist could help. I stared at the IV in my hand, wanting to rip it out and just end it all. I thought, if you and the baby were gone, I’d follow. I couldn’t leave you alone, not up there.” “…” “But I couldn’t move, wrapped in bandages, unable to do anything. Lucky me. Otherwise, I wouldn’t be seeing you right now.”

Chapter 16 The room plunged into a profound silence as Satana's voice echoed through its walls. All eyes turned towards him, their gazes fixed on his imposing figure. The air was heavy with anticipation, each breath hanging in the stillness, as Satana prepared to address the concerns raised. "I understand your concerns," Satana began, his voice low and resonant, commanding attention. "But a true leader needs more than just his own strength. He requires a mate who stands beside him, offering support and guidance."

Despite the overwhelming sense of despair, a few brave souls still clung to hope for redemption. Satan came out of the loophole and stood near his throne, assembling something. He took some lava in his hind hand, which turned into ashes as soon as it touched him. The other demons watched in awe as Satan crafted a new weapon, one that would strike fear into the hearts of even the bravest angels. With his creation complete, he let out a sinister laugh, knowing that his power had only grown stronger in this dark and foreboding realm. Satan laughed haughtily as he turned those ashes into a new creature.

"I'm confident you're not a horrible person." He bitterly laughed at what she stated. "Don't be fooled, Blessy. Before he became Satan, Lucifer was an angel. You have no idea what you're talking about." “Why? Tell me then." His lip rose and he shook his head slightly. He has no intention of expressing his entire being here. Satan is the only one who knows how dark his soul is. "What is it that you wish to know? Does praying to your gods absolves me of all guilt? Make me pure as you?"