Satan Is The Author Of Confusion Novels & Stories

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.

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beside me. I found this yesterday when I went out to get something ” she said and showed me front of the book which was written on it ” MAGIC AND POWERS ( how to control them ) “. ” I found something about a confessor inside ” she said and dropped the book on the bed. ” What about confessor ?” I asked. ” Well according to the book, they’re ancient order of women sworn to find the truth no matter how people may try to hide it ” she said. ” Does that mean I’m ancient? ” I asked and she burst into laughter. ” Alaina you’re funny ” she said and laughed again. I sighed and looked away from her. ” Apart from the ancient stuff what other things do confessor’s do, like what’s their ability and what

He didn't need anyone to confirm to him that Selvi was working with the guardians. He raised his hand and Selvi was pulled towards Satan. But before he could have grabbed her by her neck, Leyla came between Selvi and Satan. Satan grabbed Leyla by her neck. He slammed her on the ground. The ground crumbled into dust and both Satan and Leyla fell to the basement floor. Leyla kicked Satan so he would let go of her neck. Satan was known as the first ever sorcerer. The one who created witchcraft and sorcery. It was impossible for Leyla to break free from someone that strong. He was choking Leyla. Leyla grabbed the pin from her hair and stabbed Satan's eye with her pin. Satan howled in pain and pu

Unable to help myself, I breathed achingly, "Torin?" With his arms wrapped around the woman who had sidled up against him, Satan lowered his head; his lips captured the womans' in a kiss, lingering on them a few seconds. Finally, his hands running down the length of her back and moving onto her ass, he cupped her cheeks, giving them a quick squeeze. Afterward, pulling back a little, he looked in my direction. Gaze hard and eyes impenetrable, he murmured, "Satan, Kitten! My name's Satan."

Earlier, he clearly caught Kean's eyes glancing briefly at his youngest son. "Because I'm not outspoken like him, it's passed down to his son." Kean just cleared his throat, understanding that Alex meant the Santana family. In the profession of the dark world, his true identity was Satania while Santana as a family to blend in with ordinary people. Demoniac was not close friends, but his relationship with Satania was strong—always on the same page. The two families agreed to become allies. "Just saying, lazy or afraid of going overboard with human auctions for no reason—huh?" sneered Kean.

“You are the bride of a god.” Her breath caught. “Bride… of a god?” Her fingers tightened around the ring. “What bride?What God” She has never met any God let alone to consent to any marriage. Wait he couldn’t possibly mean his bride right? She gasped as it dawned on her she was referring to himself. So he is a God? Ivana stood there confused as several thoughts flooded her mind. “Yes, mortal.” His eyes bore into her. “And being bound to you…” His jaw clenched. “Only deepens my hatred for humans.”