Satan Meme Novels & Stories

The words, laced with disbelief, resonated through the gathering, a desperate plea for clarification from their leader. "I no longer have a son," Satana proclaimed, his voice cutting through the perplexed murmurs like a knife through the air. The declaration echoed in the clearing, leaving a chilling stillness in its wake. Pack members exchanged bewildered glances, grappling with the reality that their alpha had severed the filial bond with one of their own.

"Yes because if I'm drunk I can't take care of Satan, and she's sick," He raised an eyebrow and leaned against the wall, "What's your name?" "Whats your name?" I asked/ "Christian?" I stifled a giggle, "My names Anastasia," He didn't get the joke. Well that was a waste of a joke. "Take one drink, I'm sure Satan can take care of himself." "No she can't. She's my cat," "Cat? Satan is the king of hell isn't he," I raised an eyebrow at him, was he like...stupid?

Satan's tone remained casual. "Yeah, yeah, yeah. I-I can't believe this is happening." A faint laughter could be heard on the other side. "What aren't you telling me?" Lucifer asked, feeling a growing sense of anger. "I'm just joking. Ezekiel is fine, probably. Even angels aren't dumb enough to march into R'lyeh without Cthulhu's permission." Satan was laughing loudly now. "I-I can't believe you actually thou-" Lucifer threw the echo into a tree as hard as he could, lodging it into the wood.

God, please save me from Satan. I checked everything but I forgot to check the main thing. I forgot to check my room. I should have peeked inside before entering and locking the door like a big Idiot of this world. Why do I have to get caught like this? "God please save me from Satan" I whispered with closed eyes as each passing second was making me go deranged in my head.

She had already anticipated this name but was he really injured or was it his plan to get her attention? On another side Satan was sitting on his leather chair looking at Brianna's photo while grinning like a stupid. He caressed her photo and then his grin was replaced by an evil smirk. "No one can take what's mine." He then laughed like a devil which he was. . . .

“What? What do you mean?” “I mean besides the incident where you were nearly assaulted by an unknown man, there is no proof you ever spoke to Zeke,” she says softly. “I can see why you would want a relationship with him. He is quite handsome and he was your savior.” “I didn’t make that up!” She ignores me and continues. “Now there is Henry Hull, the so-called cult leader of the group of monsters. Do you know what comes up on Google when you put in that name?”

Satan’s way of addressing them showed his attitude towards them. Alex stood up, patted his shoulder, and frowned, "Why are you so late?" "There was an unexpected situation this morning that I had to deal with," Mr. Satan said as he stopped in front of Meggie, looking concerned. "Grandma, how are you feeling? What did the doctor say?" Talking about this topic made Meggie angry: "Don’t let those people come here again. They said a bunch of useless things and even suggested I might have cancer! Even if I don’t have cancer, they could make me die from anger!"

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.

“Aaagh! Why are immortals so frigging complicated?” “Would you rather we fit neatly into little mortal boxes?” He spoke in a falsetto: “Hello, boys and girls! My name's Satan! I'm the Prince of Darkness and Evil Incarnate. That nice old man over there with a white beard is God. He's your Father, and if you don't believe in him, you'll burn in Hell forever. I'll torture you and roast you up good until your flesh melts on my teeth. Doesn't that sound wonderful? And look over there, at that dead man on a cross- it's Jesus. His Father killed him so he could die for your sins.”

I had been peering down at another message from my unknown messenger when Satan had ripped the phone out of my hand, then staring at its screen, he'd snarled, "Are you fucking kidding me? Are you really this dumb? What the hell are you thinking?" Now, I gazed at him, speechless. A frown drew my eyebrows down, and I shook my head. What the hell is he going on about? I couldn't help thinking. Finally, I shrugged. "Thinking? They're freaking messages. No big deal. So, what's there to think about?" Satan raised his head, his face riddled in shock. "Oh my God, you are that dumb!" "Excuse me?" I hissed. "YOU ARE D-U-M-B—dumb!" he snarled. "This…" his actions as he pointed toward my phone's screen