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and with a single touch to Mammon's forehead, the entity unleashed a surge of power, causing Mammon to scream out in agony. As the pain subsided, Mammon's eyes fluttered open, now ablaze with a newfound clarity. The being before him revealed itself to be Lutan, also known as Satan, wielding the combined powers of pride and wrath. Mammon realized that his encounter with Satan was not just a physical battle but a confrontation with his own ignorance.

“…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.”

Satan could hardly bear it as he placed his palm on Lilith's face and burned her face because it was Bella's, his Isabella. Lilith raised her hand in the air. There was a roar gutted down and a big sword inserted through Satan's back. And it was no ordinary sword. It was Lilith's favorite commandment armament and the most powerful sword in Hell. Satan grunted as his black blood oozed out of the corner of his lips. Lilith pushed him aside and stood with an unrecognized face that was charred by Satan's palm.

I pull out some of my magic dust and blow it on him. "Does Satan have lots of women because his penis is too small to see? Get them a magnifying glass so they can find it before they suck it. Does Satan have lots of women because his penis is too small to see? Get them a magnifying glass so they can find it before they suck it." Satan glares at me as I sing. "I'm not small. I have one bigger than all other men. You don't know what you're missing." He says with confidence. I giggle and twirl.

He tried locking the fire-exits and received an immediate and strongly-worded rebuke from the Town Hall threatening to withdraw his entertainment license if he ever did it again. Satan was effectively a cornered man, his economic future and whatever capital he had taken with him from Galway were tied up in a venture that was obviously nose-diving, his physical condition was deteriorating at an approximately parallel rate, and his hopes for a future with Dilly had long ago crumbled to dust and drifted away on the breeze. There came a point at which Satan realized that he had nothing left to look forward to, whereupon he turned to the traditional self-medication for depression that comes in bo

When he tried to comfort me, I rejected him, "Stop pretending! I don't want to hear it!" He opened his mouth but couldn't say a word, just staring at me blankly. His eyes showed rare regret, but I had no interest in forgiving him. Nathan's gaze shifted from my hardened profile to my leg. He suddenly frowned, "Your leg... it's bleeding badly." The left leg of my pants was stained with an alarming patch of red. Blood was dripping down my calf onto the car mat, a horrifying sight. "Thanks to you, this leg might be ruined forever."

He pleaded, saying, "Eloise, I was wrong. I should've believed you. I shouldn't have trusted her over you. Please forgive me. I swear—I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you. Loving only you." I shook my head. Tears filled his eyes as he whispered, "Do you not want me anymore? What do I have to do for you to forgive me?" I met his gaze without hesitation. I replied, "It's impossible, Xavier. The moment my daughter died, so did my love for you. I don't love you anymore." I watched as the light in his eyes died. After that night, I took control of the company, and it thrived under my leadership—even more than it had under Xavier.

I was in a bliss that I found my lost boy. We pulled away and stared at each other as his hands held mine in the cramped bathroom. "We can't, Evange." His eyes grew fearful and familiar; he was back to being afraid for me and pushing me away. Every time he pushed me away before, made me believe that he would get back to me again, I had to make him get back to me when he has these demonic sad thoughts. It was like I saw a new light in him. "Yes, we can baby," I replied as my hands cupped his cheeks and my emerald eyes believed in us when it connected to his hesitant amber eyes. He was trying to chain himself up again.

He could feel tears stinging his eyes as his mother looked down, frail and fading away. "I can feel the Orb!" He heard a growl from behind him and when he looked back, it was Sathanas sitting on his throne. The rest of his subjects groaned and murmured. "It's right in our midst." Rising to his feet, he sniffed. "I know you are here and you can probably see or hear me. I just want you to know that you can run for as long as you want. But you will not run from me forever. Eventually, I'll get to hold you and squeeze the life out of you."

I almost laughed again, "what do you want to do with me now? Make me even more cursed than I already am?" Apophis slowly moved closer till he was in front of me. "I want to take away the seal Samael put on your eye so you can see what we see.." he crouched in front of me, making me meet his blue eyes. "We can see more than the average human... That eye of yours is a demon eye...So you can see what we see.." I glared at him before growling, "and what can you see?"