Satanic Poetry Novels & Stories

Indeed, practice makes perfect. I only have one question in mind. Satan can also use black magic. I just want him to not hurt my people. The witch said we must cross the creatures to open the hell doors and meet the king of hell, Satan. What will the creatures be? What will their powers be? What will we have to do to defeat them? I closed my eyes. "Satan, you are not going to win over us this time. I bet you." To Be Continued

They held each other again and took a long, lasting glance at the devil's domicile. If only they knew that they hadn't met the devil yet, that they'd barely met his cohorts, they'd return to Earth, preaching about the end of days. They all closed their eyes as Sir. Oswic chanted, “Corrupeo Demonenis Silite Divinarbus.” **

- Yamato, Peter, Oliver - "I'm surprised you know of R'yarj." Yamato said. "How do you know about that?" Oliver asked Peter. "The eldritch are a mystery to most gods." "Hell's library." Peter said. "There's books on just about every bein' in the world. One of the books, written by Satan, is about the eldritch. The book didn't have much in the way of information, but it did mention the eldritch that had the ability to give deals." He sighed. "Satan's obsession with arbiters is one of his few positive traits."

Mr MacCarthy said as he stood up along with his wife and started laughing like two crazy people. "And what might have such power to punish us? Are you going to call Angel Gabriel? Or is it Angel Michael or Angel Azrael? Or maybe Angel Raphael has his hands on your head? You dirty little things, you will be dragged back to hell. I am here to drag your filthy souls to hell. Where they truly belong." Satan roared at them. But instead of getting scared, they laughed out loud.

“Wow, you seem like you have an interesting setup. I thought you worked out of the station, though.” “Well, we get a lot of criticism about our work, so we keep the bulk of it away from prying eyes.” “So, a lot of occult stuff and UFOs?” “Along with sightings and encounters with legendary creatures.” “Really like what? Vampires and dragons?” “. Here’s your burger. As for this, we’re thinking, magical satanic rituals and such.” “Satan, eh? That’s not in my range of experience. You’re talking demon summoning and things like that?”

It sank into the surface, drunk by some unseen power within. "Unhailed Lords, by your grace, grant me, I pray thee the power to conceive in my mind and to execute that which I desire to do, the end which I would attain by thy help," Nathaniel whispered the words. "O Mighty Satan, the one True God who livest and reignest forever and ever. I entreat thee to inspire Clauneck to manifest, that he may give me true and faithful answer, so that I may accomplish my desired end." The flame flickered black and a low wail, like the rich whistle of wind, rose and fell about him. Only there was no wind, the air and weather were calm.

The atmosphere wavered with antique, dead tongues. And then—she sang. Not in mortal ears' ability to hear. But in the language of vanquished gods, of exiled realms, of burning that never lit. The noise tore itself across the stone, curling through jagged arches, burrowing into the bones of the loyalists kneeling before her. Some cried. Others bled from the ears. "I call thee—beasts of rot and ruin, Mothers of madness, fathers of flame, Come now, feast on what I have become."

Finding the much-needed spell that’s when she started. “Exorcisms tee, Omnis immunde spiritus, omni satanica potestas, omnis incursion infernalis adversarii, omnis legio, omnis congregation et secta diabolica. Ergo, omins legio diabolica, adiuramus te cessa decipere humanas creaturas, eisque aeternae perditionis venenum propinare.” She watched Jared as he growled and screamed. He tried to break free of the ropes, but he just couldn’t, but Sage knew that she had to hurry.

They have walked this earth for centuries, their presence woven into the fabric of forgotten myths and whispered nightmares. The demons are not grotesque monsters but breathtakingly alluring-dark poetry made flesh. Their eyes gleam like molten gold, holding secrets that would shatter the fragile human mind. Their voices are velvet shadows, coaxing desires you never knew existed. They carry an aura of power and danger, a magnetic pull that lures mortals closer even as it promises destruction.