Satan Is The Author Of Confusion Novels & Stories

He barreled through the crowd, stopping me. “Astrid! It’s really you! I finally found you!” He was skeletal, sunken, with dark bruises under his eyes. He looked wild and frantic. I didn’t flinch. “Sir, you’ve got the wrong person.” His eyes fixed on me, and he smiled faintly. “Astrid, don’t play games! I found that empty grave. I know you faked your death just to trick me, to leave me!” His voice trembled. “Astrid, I finally know my mistake! Please forgive me once more! I know Jane orchestrated everything. She and the child died paying for it! Come home with me, and we can start over. I’ll do whatever you want!”

the demon bellowed, spreading his elephantine arms wide, "I am Vengeance. A loyal servant to Satan, the Prince of Wrath. And I will--" "Satan. You mean, Lucifer?" a familiar voice said behind the demons, and Minho smirked in recognition at the voice. "Took you long enough," Minho told LJ telepathically, and the latter smirked at him in return. "Lucifer...is not Satan!" Vual spat at LJ. It was true. Lucifer was not Satan. For millennia, humans have always got them confused. And Vual clearly thought it undermined Satan's authority. "I will destroy you too, newcomer." the demon hissed at LJ.

"Mr. Satan, you know everything about me very well, but I know nothing about you." "What do you want to know?" "You don't like me answering calls from other men, but what about you? I don't know who you are, I don't even know if there are other women around you. When you're at work, are there other women working with you? Would you answer their calls? Sophia destroyed my marriage in the guise of an assistant when I was just a full-time housewife. It's the same now. I only get to see you at night. I rarely see you during the day. Mr. Satan, I'm afraid Nathan's story will repeat itself with us. I didn't have children with Nathan, so I could leave, but now I'm carrying your child, and I don't w

But before I could even tell him, he had already beaten me to it. "Christine, there is a lot that you don't know about me." I sat there, confused. What was he hiding from me? "But I like you, and I want you to know," "What is it, Stan?" He took a deep breath before staring at me. "I am a devoted Satanist." As soon as he said those words, I laughed. Surely he was not serious. As I kept laughing, Stan's face looked more upset by the second. Once my laugh died down, he sat there with his fist-shaking on the table.

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.

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.

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."

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.

“…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.”

Albert asked, confused. “Yes… Austin Morris, isn’t that his name? Who else would it be? He’s known as the Devil-Reaper and Lord of all the mafias.” Max smirked. “If I kill him, everyone in the underground society will bow to me.” Albert’s brows knitted further. ‘Huh? What is this man talking about? He has no clue that Austin is not the Devil-reaper. Hah!’ “Look here, Mr. Ugly man–” Max squinted his eyes, annoyingly.