Satan Is The Author Of Confusion Novels & Stories

Instead of me having to suffer for my sins, He substituted himself, took all the pains, and received all the bruises and strife which should be for me. That was my weapon when Satan tempted me." Rhoda narrates as she sighs and takes a deep breath. Robert asks, "What's next, Mommy? Is Satan really ugly?" Rhoda responds, "No, sweetie pie. He was hiding in the dark and I couldn't see his face. But as far as my mind sees him, satan appears as a giant dragon spitting fires out of his big mouth." Rhoda describes.

Michael states. I nod, “Yes, it has to be. Clotho said that the Creator was eliminating other pantheons.” Rafael puffs out a breath, “Yes, as I said, he was executing those who dared defy his rule, which matches what the scripture says. However, what does it mean the one can only be one, and the other be other?” Lana looks back at her discovery, “One thing that confuses me is these symbols that I keep seeing here. Have any of you ever seen them?”

Samael stated. "Why? Can't you do it yourself?" I questioned, my eyes lowering again. I was just reading an interesting page about how Satan killed his first ever demon. Satan was only a little boy when he whipped twenty- "Write down that you are safe and sound." Samael interrupted me, walking closer. "No. Why?" I responded simply. "Just write it down." I heard the frustration in his voice.

He caged me in and spoke above my lips. "Confess." He licked the seam of my mouth, his fingers diving between my legs, spreading the wetness around. "My slut is always so wet for daddy, isn't she?" I moaned as he dipped a finger inside my entrance. "Sorry daddy, I haven't sinned, but I do have a confession to make." He was rubbing his pant clad erection against me. A new flood of heat dripped down from between my legs. "I c-can't confess if you d-do that." I let loose a loud moan when he grinded against my clit.

I growled. "Do NOT growl at me, Stazie, I will punish you." He barked in full rage, but as fast as his rage started, it had ended. With shaking hands I opened the folder. Shock filled my being as I read the first line. It was a sex contract filled with all kinds of perversions and clauses. My mouth was open and closing like a fish trying to breath out of water. Was this man forreal right now. This better just be some sick joke. "Are you fucking with me right now?" I asked in complete disbelief. He shook his head with a hint of amusement. I'm glad my anger was amusing to him.

What had he missed? “Descend and clothe thyself in one of the sacred shrouds, one of the mystic mantles. Asmodeus, creature of judgement. Abaddon, who destroys both body and soul. Af, the sower of hatred. Belial, angel of hostility. Samael, who poisons the world. Lucifer, lord of proud spirits. Satan, the great adversary.” Crixen Runeburner was lead forward and placed before the altar. A golden knife slapped into his hand. The victim before him, a mask of blank terror, screamed his name. He saw her then. It was the girl who had taken his virginity He raised the blade.

Holding the sign the man frantically kept looking around, profoundly sweating, knitting lies to answer his boss because he knew one word of truth would be last word of his life. Far in the distance, sat Satan in his Mercedes enjoying the whirls of smoke which enamored his Power but chocked his enemy. His gracious smirk adorned his face thinking how his doings would leave the enemy thoughtless , penniless and powerless. Wearing his shades he ordered his driver , "To Miles , I have to pick my Lily.”

I sighed with frustration. “Don’t worry,” he cheered me up sounding like my very-own writing angel, “Right now, he is like a perfect assassin. He changes his way of killing, covers up some of his works. He’s like a chameleon… Now you have found his motive and the novel will write by itself. It might be a good story.”

Author Pov Catelin walked back and forth in her room in anxiety. There was no news of Lucifer. She was dreading the possibility of him doing something extreme in his anger. She was afraid of her only fear coming true. Her fear of him losing the last string of his sanity. What if he ended up giving up on his last sane string and ending up losing his sanity completely? Catelin closed her eyes clutching her chest as another wave of fear hit her heart. She flinched in terror when her phone started ringing. She cursed under her breath at how afraid she was and picked the call up.

Guilt gnawed at him as he replayed the moment in his mind, grappling with the realization of his vulnerability in the face of temptation. As he reached the sanctuary of the church, Henry sank to his knees before the altar, seeking solace in prayer. But even in the sacred stillness of the holy place, he found no refuge from the turmoil raging within him. His heart weighed heavy with remorse and confusion, torn between his duty as a priest and the forbidden desires that now threatened to consume him.