Novel & Cerita Satanic Poetry

Some of her thoughts stray close to a few truths and I wink at her as silent confirmation. "I mean, there has to be more than one God or Goddess. Who made them, how did they get here if there are no others. Also, if you go by christianity, one could argue that technically Satan is a God too. He was an angel, cast out, and come to be the technical 'ruler' of Hell. Does that make any sense? Am I rambling? I just have never had a friend or anyone to have actual conversations with. Justin would always scream if I talked too much."

"For my fated omega." He tears the parchment away, his breath hitching as he reads the title embossed in silver leaf: The Legacy of Our Moonmark. The entire hide binding is hand-painted, depicting a raw, dominant image of Jone and Michael locking jaws during their sacred binding ritual under the blood moon. The artistic style is unmistakable, executed by the Silvermoon Muse, an anonymous rogue painter whose street murals across the Silvermoon Capital Jone had defended for winters.

That couldn't go unpunished—he refused to accept that the witch would get away with it. Then there was the issue with Libia. Every time she spoke, it was like a child’s cartoon merging with a trashy reality show. Her brain didn’t seem to work right, which gave him headaches. So, his seduction-manipulation plan had to move forward quickly, or he might end up throwing himself from the top floor of his company.

Give that blind man a knife, that blind man a wife, and the Blind God does not kneel before me. This knife is my time, a giver of rhyme, and bread rises on yeasty foremeat. A sliver of meat, the dogs of Hell's beef: I take up my quarrel with no man. Instead, to the stars, I take to my arms, a moon cannonball is my Trojan. So on the pondside, the Little Flower of Hell reads fairytales Grimm, ill-begotten. Apocalypse Child, the Devil's Bride, she has no masters before him.

Satan was thrilled at the idea of seeing her in a bikini. “Don’t you dare to have dirty thoughts, Satan?” Brianna was bewildered and punched his arm lightly. Satan only laughed and didn’t continue to tease her. He thought it was a mere attraction toward Brianna, but time will show how wrong he was with his thinking. Brianna suddenly remembered poetry she once had read in a book: O my Luve is like a red, red rose That’s newly sprung in June; O my Luve is like the melody That’s sweetly played in tune.

"God Who invites us to become as gods' Muse of our civilization, Dread Enemy of its tyrant god Satan, mighty Liberator, Bearer of true Light"

“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.”

“OATH OF FALLEN WILL RISE AND START TO RAMPAGE.” “THE LIFE AND DEATH HOLDER’S LIFE WILL CLAIM.” “AND THE CLIMATE WILL GO ROUGH.” “BLOOD CONTAMINATES THE WATER.” “DESPERATION WILL BE THE SMELL OF WIND.” “THE HARVESTRY OF LIFE WILL BE IN DESTRUCTION YER.” “UNKINDLED THE FLAME AND BREAK THE SINNERS’ BIN.” “DARKNESS WILL SUCKS THE LIGHTS.” “AFRAID NOT, THE CHILD OF PROPECY WILL LIFT.”

" His claws inches from Thane's face, Xavier was brought to a stop as if caught in a spider's web. The black fire surging from his flesh was now an inferno, eating away at him. "Thus, cursed dragon, and you, diabolical legions, we adjure you by the living God, by the true God, by the holy God, by the God who so loved the world that He gave up His only Son, that every soul believing in Him might not perish but have life everlasting; stop deceiving human creatures and pouring out to them the poison of eternal damnation; stop harming the Church and hindering her liberty! Begone, Satan, inventor and master of all deceit, enemy of man's salvation!"

Is it though? That made no sense, but I will take it. I flipped the page to see a poem written in Latin. I have never studied the language but for some reason, I was able to understand what the words meant. The poem read: For I am the light and the darkness of the night, I bring forth a sacrifice that will award me the strength to fight. A witch at night and a fairy by day, give me the sight to see the way. From the blindness of an unbeliever to the sight given to a faithful man, show me the secrets that present me with a plan. For the savior is dead and I am to rise, show me the way to the prize. This is my will so mote it be.