Satan Good Omens 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.”

"Hm?" "Oh," Olivia stretched lazily and sighed, "You said he wasn't Allen Parker, right? I've been asking friends for information lately. Although there are many wealthy and powerful young men in New York City, there aren't many as formidable as Mr. Satan. I really can't think of anyone else who could be Mr. Satan." Emily continued watching the video, but lowered the volume slightly. Her attention couldn't fully concentrate on the video anymore. "Mr. Satan has told me many times that he'll tell me the truth, but not now."

I muttered as I recalled what the cursed witch said. “Yes, we are coming for your world,” the big creature casually said. “You werewolves have had your fun.” “What is that supposed to mean?” I asked in a firm tone. “It means that we will tear through the Rift that blocks your world from ours and take over it by killing you all and enslaving some of you just for the fun of it.” The big guy replied. “What are you called?” I asked him as I looked around. “Saturn,” he replied. “The Harbinger of Doom.”

The atmosphere was electric, charged with the gravity of the impending confrontation with Satan. As Asmo finished his briefing, the silence was shattered by the sudden inquiry from the lady under Satan's control. Her voice echoed off the cold, metallic surfaces, carrying a sense of impending doom. The tension in the room thickened as she accused Asmo of underestimating the all-powerful Saturn, a name used by the criminal underworld to refer to Satan. As the realization dawned that she was under Satan's influence, a palpable sense of dread settled over the assembled assassins.

“Shall I introduce myself once more?” Drawing a sinister smile unto his face, he proudly presents them his very identity. To the God that held him as IT’s holder, but with the flame that is neither an ally nor a foe. He is the cursed child, the cursed twin, and branded as Satan’s son with the blue flame he holds. “Arthur Gomez, holder of the elemental flame, Satan’s son as you all know and brand me be. The Maiden’s destined partner and Daniela’s twin.”

I got my Skittles rainbow. "You turned him into Skittles?" Jessi asks as she laughs. I twirl happily in the Skittles as Satan walks over. "I guess you really didn't need me." He says, eating a few of the candies. "You're from the underworld, just like Surtur. You're basically eating him right now, so does that make you a cannibal?" I ask him as his hand stops midway to his mouth. The rest of the candies fall to the ground. "I'm leaving. Davina, I say this with much respect. I hope I never see you again." Satan walks toward the crack and takes the last few remaining demons with him. You know I can't let him get away that easily.

Cold sweats started to form on my forehead not because of the temperature of the surrounding but because of the agony within me. According to legends, Satanel was the name given to the demon that wrecked havoc in the paradise made by gods while there was a meeting in the Divine Council held at the Sky Palace. He annihilated half of the god realm that led to the downfall and demise of some angels and minor deities. He was the opposite force of creation: destruction. Moreover, those who survived his attack submitted to him and joined his legion, resulting to a great loss in the side of the gods. My train of thoughts were cut off when the announcer’s voice echoed in the whole area.

Dante sat across from me at the large oak table with his sleeves rolled up, looking focused and handsome as always. He unrolled another scroll carefully and pointed to a faded passage. “Look at this, Rowan. It speaks of the sealed God of Dominion, an Omega deity from the old world. The ancient kings feared him so much that they bound his power deep underground. They believed that if he ever woke fully, it would mean the end of the world as they knew it.” I leaned closer and read the elegant but faded script. “Why were they so scared of him? Was he evil?”

Humanitas erit sacrificium si non sanguinis humani aestus avertere. He points to the section with the word Geminis. I read it out loud, “For destiny and The Creator cannot change that which is meant to be. Gemini shall be divided. One of death and destruction. The Devil shall lose his love, and humanity shall be lost. Only humanity shall be a sacrifice, if it were not in the blood of humanity, to turn the tide.” My throat clogs, and my voice stutters at the mention of the devil losing his love. Fallon places his hand on my shoulder as if to keep me grounded.

A torch of fire was brought in and handed over to the pack’s priest, who held it up above his head, such that we all had to look up to see the torch burning like youthful strength, and flickering like a rush of adrenalin. “From the gods our souls came, and from the dust was our bodies made, to both we shall return.” The priest said loud enough for us all to hear. “To both we shall return.” We all, who had gathered for Gova’s funeral responded, our voices echoing in the funeral ground. The priest dropped the torch on the funeral pyre, lighting up the corpse, and sparking up a round of wailing from family, friends and well-wishers of late Gova. I felt my tears dripping non-stop, warming up my