Scapegoat Novels & Stories

" A deadly silence follows as I try to digest the information. Does...does this mean he will become like those wolves we encountered in the forest? No! I won't let it happen...never. Taking few silver chains, dad continue to tie him to the bed. And I just stare. The voice speaking in my mind after very long time. We will loose him. I clench my fists. Moving my head to a side , unable to see this. The thumping in my heart worsening. There must be something... anything! Ones who convert are never able to come back. They loose their souls to him. No! I can't...I can't see this.

“Now talk to me.” Brian sighed again and folded his hands in his lap. “My wife worships Kalash, I knew that when I married her of course, but she worshipped the other Gods and Goddesses too. Then more and more, she began to concentrate on that defiler, Kalash. Now, she has introduced the children to that foul Godling and she is turning the children against me. Our youngest daughter, April, sweet and innocent little April, she looks like a cherub. Eyes of cornflower blue and golden hair, with a sweet bow shaped mouth that was always laughing. An angel. I went home early last week. April and her mother were participating in a sacrifice. A goat, I think. April was covered in the anima

Other elements may include drinking urine, blood, or wine from a human skull; shouting obscenities and the names of demons, especially Beelzebub; trampling a cross; reciting blasphemous prayers and psalms; and performing other blasphemous acts. Supposedly, there are some practices of infant sacrifice and cannibalism, but these claims are doubtful. Animal sacrifices are more likely.

He was still his cheerful self, full of life and curiosity. After a few moments, the villagers started gathering around the huge bonfire. Two large men took out a fully grown male goat and brought it to the direction of the mountain where they thought I lived. They tied the goat’s legs so it wouldn’t struggle when the ritual began. “What are they going to do with the goat?” Libulan asked in worry. “It’s part of their ritual. You don’t have to watch this,” I said to him. This part could gross him out. “You mentioned that they do a sacrifice. How exactly do they do it?” he asked again. His eyes were really fixated on the event.

He had done shit that no man would ever live through, humiliated Sandra before the pack, and yet even with all that he still had the audacity to show his face here, wow. "Now listen here, you entitled little shit. I don't care whether she is madly in love with you or you think you love her. You'll let my sister go and get out of here, before I blow you to bits. “And before you think of arguing that you’re a different species, keep in mind that I’ve been spending years and years studying your race and I got enough to know what hunters use and trust me I can use it on you right now, now leave. “Your people are hurt too. Head to them, and pose for the cameras like you do, you might just get a g

Asmodeus / Adrian: Lust - Light blue Satan / Samael: Wrath - Dark red Mammon / Micah: Greed - Yellow Lucifer: Pride - Purple Belphegor: Sloth - Dark blue Beelzebub: Gluttony - Orange Levi, now Dagon: Envy - Green Gabrielle, a human, was kidnapped by the demon king of Lust, King Asmodeus (Adrian). Taken as a slave, their romantic journey started quick and full of lust. Adrian soon realized he couldn't live without his human and asked her to be his partner (he had four at the time, to fill up his lust to the maximum). He kissed her, creating a deep, life-altering bond between the two. Only when a king kisses another, is a deep bond created. This ties the life forces of the two together, preven

The purpose was to offer prayers to both the Moon Goddess and the revered Dragon Goddess, symbolizing a connection to ancient creatures and seeking their blessings. The arduous task ahead required my commitment for two consecutive days. On the final day, I would ascend to the summit of the formidable Adamantine Volcano, carrying the blood of a sacrificial pig and a selection of fruits as offerings to the deities. This act of reverence and devotion held great significance in the sacred rituals.

I let her know about the pack members undermining Kieran, making Samson feral more quickly, and killing three of the people so far, as well as the one who snuck out last night. “Do you need help, Reagan? I can be there late tonight.” “No, we’re good. We’re rooting them out. We think there are a couple more of them. Besides I still have Meady and Mody here.” “Who?” she asks. I snort. “Meadow called Asmodeus ‘Asy’. He thought Meady and Mody had a better ring to it. Obviously, I agree with him.”

With utter disdain, I retorted, "If you think I'm going to forgive you, don't bother. Because I don't care about you anymore." I had almost already died once, so now it was time to start anew. Why should I bother getting angry about these useless things? "Go find your daughter. Rhea is your real daughter, anyway. I won't bother you guys anymore. Just let me live my own life."

“I once accidentally summoned a goat demon in front of the High Council.” We all turned. “Wait, what?” Kira asked. “Well, it was supposed to be a summoning of historical figures. I mixed up the runes. Instead of ‘Ancient Scholar of Olyven,’ I summoned ‘Olyven the Goat-Tyrant.’” Kira burst out laughing. “Wait… that’s the one that tried to marry a sheep, right?” “Yes,” Nilo groaned. “It proposed to Master Elreth’s scrying orb before eating her chair.”