Satan Fanart Novels & Stories

demon:- okay I understand you didn't do anything just watch them and have fun, but I want to see my mother, she worshipped you I want to see her Satan:- what are you talking about, she was a believer in god, that why she go to god and those who worshipped me will come to me, all those people are you going to kill will become my food and make me stronger. demon:- so you want to eat their soul so you are letting them die since they are your followers, you want soul then take mine and wake her up. Satan:- I like your offer but you are a follower of god, I can't take your soul, and without consideration, I am not going to give anything, her life is in god hands.

"For my fated omega." He tears the parchment away, his breath hitching as he reads the title embossed in silver leaf: The Legacy of Our Moonmark. The entire hide binding is hand-painted, depicting a raw, dominant image of Jone and Michael locking jaws during their sacred binding ritual under the blood moon. The artistic style is unmistakable, executed by the Silvermoon Muse, an anonymous rogue painter whose street murals across the Silvermoon Capital Jone had defended for winters.

I've encountered this demon. Satan. I'm sweating profusely, my heart is pounding, I'm furious. I hate him so much. He comes out of the shower and walks towards me. - Can you untie me? - No, - No? - Yes, you'll stay like this all night. - You are disgusting, selfish, and... - Damn it, Sibelle, - Damn you, sir, damn you, damn you. - I see you have energy to spare, my dear....

“Aaagh! Why are immortals so frigging complicated?” “Would you rather we fit neatly into little mortal boxes?” He spoke in a falsetto: “Hello, boys and girls! My name's Satan! I'm the Prince of Darkness and Evil Incarnate. That nice old man over there with a white beard is God. He's your Father, and if you don't believe in him, you'll burn in Hell forever. I'll torture you and roast you up good until your flesh melts on my teeth. Doesn't that sound wonderful? And look over there, at that dead man on a cross- it's Jesus. His Father killed him so he could die for your sins.”

I mean apart from the signature golden brown eyes, he seems human. Tate nodded, "Satan- the demon of wrath is my father and years ago, he fell in love with a human and grew a soul. He lived here in peace ever since. You've always asked me why I stayed in this realm... right? Well, it's because I was born here and for years, I've hated my dad for abandoning me and being weak growing a soul." "But right now, more than ever... I understand him." He added as he looked at his dad

Just as Luna was about to take action, Satan suddenly spoke, his voice cold and ruthless like the cruelest demon in hell. In fact, he was synonymous with demons. “Leave now if thou wishes to live.” Then, the dark wings on his back began to slowly unfold. “He is also human and doesn’t belong here.” Luna pointed to Andrius and responded, “As long as you let him go, I’ll leave now.” Before she could finish her words, Satan’s aura suddenly became overwhelmingly powerful. “How dare thee blaspheme against a God! Blasphemers shall die!” Then, Satan transformed into a terrifying black light and attacked.

Sarah rolled her eyes and complied. Tiodor considered it for a moment. On second thought, Sarah's plan wasn’t so crazy. He had heard about Libia—a girl starved for love and attention, involved in several scandals as the ex-girlfriend of Julio Dorantes, a man who was even ten years older than him. "She’s an idiot," he said out loud. He didn’t know if it would be easy to fake attraction to a girl like her. He wasn’t into skinny, bland girls, much less those who tried to fill their existential voids with relationships. But to get his revenge, he’d be willing to do that and much more.

I clenched my jaw, gritting out the first words that came to mind, "Who the fuck are you?" He grinned, "I'm known by many names, Lucifer was the name the creator bestowed upon me. The Devil is what mortals know me as or Satan. Some call me a serpent that's why that snake imprinted itself onto your arm." Pausing, he gave the tattoo a once over, "It suits you." "FUCK YOU!"

My eyes narrowed in annoyance. "Very funny Emilio" I slurred out annoyed. His wolf snickered and he shifted. Before me stood a God sculpted naked man. My face flushed red as I tried to look every where but him. "Aw Staz your face was priceless." He giggled pulling on some sweats. "Come on baby don't be so uptight, just submit to me." he stated dryly. I refused and he knew I refused to submit. He stepped closer when I didn't answer him causing me to back up to a tree as he kept advancing on me.

He started pounding immediately, hard and relentless, his hips slapping my sore ass. "Our Father, who art in heaven," he grunted, each word timed with a thrust. "Hallowed be thy name, take this holy cock deep in your sinful cunt." The twisted prayer made me moan louder, my body rocking with his thrusts. Blasphemy like this, using sacred words while fucking me, pushed my lust higher. My pussy clenched around him, juices squirting out with each pound. "Yes, Father! Punish my pussy!" I cried, my hands gripping the desk edge, my knuckles turning white.