Satan Fanart Novels & Stories

“…Then what was the other meaning?” “The opposite of ‘Satan’— instead of opposing the God of Creation… You— will become the guiding light under the God of Creation’s fate. If it’s you, brat— I’m sure there’s one day you would unite the world under his guidance. Not even something like the Celestial gods and apostles could stop you from doing so.”

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."

Some of her thoughts stray close to a few truths and I wink at her as silent confirmation. "I mean, there has to be more than one God or Goddess. Who made them, how did they get here if there are no others. Also, if you go by christianity, one could argue that technically Satan is a God too. He was an angel, cast out, and come to be the technical 'ruler' of Hell. Does that make any sense? Am I rambling? I just have never had a friend or anyone to have actual conversations with. Justin would always scream if I talked too much."

“Fear… and slick, sweet arousal. This one will break so beautifully.” Vesper, the youngest Prince of Chaos, completed the triad with wild energy and a wicked grin. His violet eyes sparkled with mischief, his athletic form marked by battle scars and piercings, messy dark hair framing a face that promised both pleasure and ruin. “The pact is simple, summoner,” he said, circling me like a predator. “Our aid for your kingdom… in exchange for one night of complete surrender. Your body will be ours to use, to knot, to fill until you forget your own name.”

“Prepare me Sathe…if you don’t, I won’t be able to take something as big as your c*ck.” |-_-| /-_-\ |-_-|

“Yes, if I hadn’t signed the contract, he would have killed me and everyone in the brothel, even he might have hurt you too,” “He had already hurt me enough to kill me, I am an empty body now, he took away everything,” My tears stopped when my vision got blurry. Mattia kneeled before me, her glammed up face got my eyes, “Angel, you have to be strong for yourself. You have to defeat him, otherwise, he would get worse day by day,” I wanted to sob and ask her why… Why did he have to hurt me? Wasn’t he doing it enough? “I can’t… I can’t, Mattia, he is a satan… I can’t defeat him,” I began sobbing again and she hugged me. I hooked my arms around her, tightly. She rubbed my back and pulled away.

That was when I realized I could no longer have an erection. My penis was like a wilted plant that could never come to life again. When Eva saw it, she turned around and left without a word. I let out a bitter chuckle. Karma came sooner than I'd thought. Desire was a double-edged sword. I finally understood now. Unfortunately, I could never feel the joy of being a man again. Fortunately, I would never be trapped by satyriasis again either.

she glances at the bulge in my pants. "Oh, you’re definitely going to suck my cock, Kira." I rub her parted lips with a thumb. "Wear that lipstick I like tomorrow." Her eyes widen when understanding dawns on her. Did she think this was a one-time thing? I meant it when I said I was going to act out all those fantasies of hers as well as some of my own. ______ Shane’s text message arrives as I reach my car. [I found Grisha’s lackey.] It’s accompanied by the picture of a man stripped to his underwear and strung up the roof of Shane’s favorite spot—the container he prefers to call ‘purgatory’.

“Not fucking creepy at all.” Each page held the name of different demons, Lucifer, Mammon, Asmodeus, Satan, Beelzebub, Leviathan, Belphegor, and Chaos. Each one had a short description alongside a sketched photo of the demon themself and a symbol. I’d read through each one, finally landing on Chaos. He looked different than the rest of the sketches, as if he were a last minute add to the book. The drawing of him was smeared, as if the artist rushed. His symbol was different. Less intricate than the others.

“If that is the case, Abaddon would bring hell on earth. I doubt The Creator would want that considering it disturbs the balance?” Michael leans forward and steadily replies, “But what if there was no hell on earth? Abaddon has the power to destroy humans and supernaturals. Le Créateur might not want you to have more power, but it would be different if all life seized to exist. Pensez-y,” Think about it. “If Apolliana would create a clean slate, free of all corruption, Le Créateur can rebuild the world without hell. He can recreate a new paradise using your mate as a catharsis.”