Novel & Cerita Ruler Of Hell

A different queen. Apollo’s footsteps slowed. He didn’t know why he ended up here. He hated this hallway—always had. Its walls bore carvings of ancient flames, runes etched by a long-dead hand. A queen who had once ruled Hell not through brutality, but through something far more dangerous: Power older than the throne. Power born into blood, not shaped by the crown. He scowled at the carvings as he passed. He didn’t like to think about her. Didn’t like to remember a time when Hell bowed to someone other than him. Someone whose power had burned brighter, purer. Someone the old gods feared enough to destroy.

Kyle said, hands in his pocket, “the possibility of Lord Daemos Kraelith lifting the curse is… near impossible. So don’t bother.” Nathan frowned. “Daemos what?” “Lord Daemos Kraelith. Ancient ruler of the 7th dominion. The one who created the hellhounds. Master of the beasts your lovely half-werewolf and demon cousin murdered. And by the way, he’s the 3rd in command after Lucifer.” Kyle shrugged. “He’s a selfish bastard. He doesn’t lift curses. And since our darling Nicholai killed his pets… well… let’s just say Lord Daemos doesn’t take that lightly.”

Just as the other Alpha was about to slash his hand - A pillar of fire erupted around the chalice and in the dimming sky above us spread the wings of an infernal beast. The Duke of Hell had arrived and with a serpent’s smile hissed out the words; “I love a dramatic entrance.”

Darian delivered the killing bow and then--- I sat back and watched it all play out… Outrage followed and I imagined that this must be what it felt like to rule hell. To watch chaos erupt all around me, knowing it was my own doing. To look on as people scurried around, desperate to create order. And I could just sit there and watch as everything every wolf had ever believed in fell apart. It was beautiful really…

April was no longer white, Lucian Sadharthe had declared her like that, and she had to obey. “Now you’re under my rules, April, you’re under the Son of Hades’s rules. And that is why I offer you a way out, revenge against those who clouded your beautiful eyes but above all, I offer you to be the lady of this place in exchange for your help. What do I want? I need more than a translator. I need a lady that doesn’t need to be saved by her charming prince, I need someone who can carry her promises in one hand and point with a gun with the other, what do you say, April? What do you say now, are you willing or not?”

Manya answered. Samanvay was not expecting this answer from Her. He could see that she was drunk and but she still looked conscious enough to make decision. And she was serving Herself on the golden bloody platter so who was He to deny Himself such a sweet treat. After all, He was the devil not the good man who plays by the rules. Samanvay Goenka was THE RULER OF HELL. People also call Him Hades and just like him, He wouldn't allow His Persephone to leave hell now that she wanted to enter it willingly.

he teased, I hate this man, him and all his wet towel handing over his waist and his tired wet hair hanging over his face, I could help but gulp. All those good unholy things those hands did to my body, comes back to mind, I want to experience them all over again. I am brought back to the earth by a chuckle, his annoying chuckle, “I am leaving,” I grumble. “You can use my shower if you want, I am not as greedy and mean as you,” he yells but I ignore him. As I open the door, I meet Esther who was about to knock on Heath’s door, what a lucky woman I am. It has officially been confirmed, I am hexed.

The captive refused to speak, despite being subjected to various tortures. It seemed that the captive was extremely loyal. When Sam saw the emblem he possessed, he knew who he was dealing with this time. Samuel Aaric Cyril, the ruler of the Twin Dragon Clan, knew no fear. In fact, because his territory had been disrupted and one of his trusted subordinates had been killed without cause, he would not remain idle. He had even prepared the most terrifying gift if the person responsible for this chaos was not handed over.

However, this wasn't a dream; he had seen it with his own eyes! In light of the guideline "the people who are paid need to accomplish the work", each day, when the snow wasn't excessively high, Kohl strolled towards the close by city walls. There, he could frequently see the figure of the fourth Ruler, taking care of his responsibilities. Before all else, he had posed himself the inquiry, what gave the clumsy and ruined Sovereign the boldness to remain in Bordertown during the Months of the Evil spirits, not pee in his own jeans in dread, and run back towards Longsong Fortification? Yet, presently he at long last perceived; the Ruler had previously been supplanted by Satan!