Ruler Of Hell の小説・ストーリー

"Thank you." I winked at him and turned back to the door. ** "Now that we're all here." Taryk shot me a side glance. I shrugged my shoulders. He rolled his eyes. "Hellion, you have the floor." He sat down and waved Hellion to the end of the table. "I've called you all together today," Hellion began, a broad smile on his face. None of us were in the playing mood. Our faces showed it. He sighed. "Fine. Straight into the doom and gloom then. I'm a Prime. I'm the Prime of Death. I rule over what could most easily be understood as a ‘Hell world.' I know, I know. Hate the game, not the player."

She smiled and collected the glass from me, keeping it on the table beside her. “Let me tell you a story Zoe," she said and my eyes beamed. I love it when she tells me stories. They’re always interesting. “Okay mum” I replied happily and laid properly on the bed, making sure I had a clear view of her face. She smiled and rubbed her palm on my hair. “it all happened a long time ago” she started. “In a different world from ours, called hell. Hell was lovely and peaceful as it was being ruled by the just King – Lucifer. The king of hell is always called Lucifer.

"It can be said that there are internal and external problems. The guy who used to dominate this place is about to return. At this critical moment, the King of Hell was killed. What do you think we should do?" "How could the King of Hell be killed by a mere human cultivator? Is this human cultivator really that powerful?" "It is not possible. In my opinion, he is at the fifth or sixth level of Nirvana Realm. How strong can he be?" "But the King of Hell is dead. He was killed by this human cultivator." "Perhaps some sort of supreme treasure of the universe was able to restrain the King of Hell? It's not as though you don't know. The King of Hell has always been arrogant. It isn't too strange

she said as she took a seat on the armchair facing the bed with crossed legs. Providence was the largest private military and security contractor in Hyperion, they were the de facto authority that policed a majority of the territories. "It's a pretty hard to believe story," Terror said "I can believe a lot," she said, crossing her arms "Do you believe in fairy tales?" he said then "Depends on the fairy tale, I guess," she shrugged Terror took a breath before explaining, "Have you heard the stories of the first ones?" "You mean the Originals?" Nya asked.

Then, he even heard that the kings of hell were appointed on a rotational basis. The kings of hell had a shorter term. A term only lasted for five thousand years. If a king of hell died prematurely or died a violent death in the middle of the term, then there would be reserve kings of hell. Someone exceptional would be selected among the kings of hell to become the new king of hell. Not only did Alex rack his brains after hearing about such a novel matter, even Blaze, who had come to nether realm for many years, heard it for the first time.

"It's a little bit too shiny, don't you think? I like my knives...dirty." "Okay, okay." Roberto surrendered. "He is ancient," he began. "He is old, he predated all of us in age." "Cut the bedtime story crap." Alice said. "We don't have time." "He was one of the gods that previously ruled the world. That was the only thing I knew about him. He was also one of the rulers in Hell, an incarnation of evil. He was too powerful to be equated to just a mere Demon." Roberto let out a defeated sigh. "And he walked among us." He laughed. "He was one of the heralds of the apocalypse, aside from the Four Horsemen and all that crap. He is Sitan."

“Our child, born of your infernal blood and my magic, will be the ultimate weapon - a ruler of both realms. As you command hell, they will rule the Earth. Together, we will bring both kingdoms under your reign.” A low, rumbling chuckle escaped his lips, a sound that sent a fresh wave of shivers down my spine. “You are bold,” he said, his voice filled with dark amusement. “Foolish, perhaps, but bold.” I held his gaze, refusing to falter. “I am many things, my lord. But above all, I am loyal. To you. To your vision. Grant me this, and I will give you the heir who will cement your power for eternity.”

It was a rule I had instilled in my men from the moment I took the reins of the family. I rose to my feet, my tailored suit a silent reminder of the power that coursed through my veins. "Mercy is for the weak, Luca. And you are weak. Weakness will not be tolerated in this family." With a flick of my wrist, Luca's fate was sealed. "Ken!" I barked at my second-in-command, my voice laced with disgust as I gazed at the worthless blood spreading across my tiles. "Clean up this mess, now!" Just then, my servant rushed in, phone in hand. "Boss, a call for you."

You make it seem like there are parts in hell that are not fire and blood, Vraxlon. "And they're not. "His eyes shone and a corner of his lips trembled in an attempt to contain the smile. However, when he looked back at the cloudy Valley around the castle, I knew that the brightness was no longer there. “Yes, there is a lot of blood. We are six fallen angels trying to keep demons, monsters and bloodthirsty creatures on collars... It's not always an easy task. And in every territory there are human souls to be punished. But still... There is the desert in the territory of pride, the treacherous waters in the territory of envy, the jungle in the territory of laziness, and the ashes of the terr

I ask Dark curious. He starts telling me that he has found out about Layla's father, that he is the ruler of the actual hell. I get very surprised by his reply and demand him to tell me more and how to get there. Dark tries to calm me down, explaining to me how dangerous that might be, and how he could not come with me, because he would be locked up immediately. Dark tells me he doesn't know the full real story, only the rumors, that the ruler of hell, an incubus named Cade, had a life here on earth and fell in love with the most beautiful woman, who was actually a werewolf.