Something Truly Evil Novels & Stories

"Oh, you have it all wrong, mother dearest. The devil never possessed me. I simply let the him fuck me instead. And it will be you who will be rotting in hell for your sinister acts." "You're a filthy whore. I should have given you away the second you were born. You did this to me. You are to blame for all the evil things I had to do. You should have died instead of my perfect Eve." A dark chuckle erupted from Lucifer as he leaned forward on his throne. His crimson eyes glowed as he looked down at the waste of space before us.

"His thirst for revenge became the only thing he lived for, and his evil side overwhelmed the good and took over his soul so much that he is now evil to the very core of his soul. "Because evil is powerful and fearful, this makes them more powerful and fearful too, but this scenario happens only rarely. Elliott is only the second that we know about in our history. He is now evil as evil dominates his soul and his heart is stone cold." Alisa gasped. That did not seem like the Elliott she knew.

are gods and goddesses of benevolence and malevolence, and though some are mostly evil, they are seldom completely evil. Their job is to tear things down via disaster, ruination, disease, illness, and death. They are an essential part of the eternal cycle of life, death, and rebirth. Human beings, understandably, seek to avoid these torments as much as possible. Monotheism creates a sharper polarization between good and evil. The one Creator is all-good but permits evil to exist under the direction of an archfi end. We console ourselves with the explanation that evil serves to test and demonstrate our moral fi ber and spiritual worthiness. Our fate in the afterlife—eternal heaven or eternal

I ask urgently. “When the day comes that you yield to the woman with hair as dark as night, lips the shade of cherry and skin like milk; when you allow her evil to bleed within you… pay heed, for then, shall you bring doom to the world.” He says, I can see the layer of sweat on his forehead as he struggles, his eyes flickering from green-gold to red. My heart clenches at his words. Evil. Am I evil? I don’t know what to make of that. I refuse to believe that I am… what have I done that is so wrong - that makes me evil?

So people being wary of pretty people makes sense. The biblical devil was the most beautiful. Still, I cling to the Earth expression, the greatest trick the devil played was convincing the world he didn’t exist. For all the forms that evil takes, I know that true Devils lie in the details that every one seems to miss. Details, I shouldn’t have missed.

Our lives are far more complex and nuanced than just those two aspects, and to paint people or characters as either/or is both lazy and misleading. Yes, some people are wholly positive, while others are wholly negative (for example, Mister Rogers is considered purely “good”, while Hitler is considered purely “evil”). But for the most part, people aren’t easily divisible in this way. Most people are a little bit “good”, and also a little bit “evil”. You cannot really have one without the other. Think about some of the greatest and most revered people who have ever lived - few were actually pure or saintly.

-- Barbara: Humans are the most evil species. Greed drives us to do evil things. There aren't good or bad people, people only mistake the bad that they do as good just because they are blinded with either greed or anger. Trust me, I am not greedy, even if I am, I just want power, to rule and to command. Since little, being in control has always been the thing I have cherished. There’s just something so great about having people kneel at your feet, you feel stronger. You feel like a god playing the people like puppets.

In fact, maybe I don't even deserve to live. I am an evil. I am an evil who changes it's form once in a while. An evil slave to its emotions and desire. An evil with no control over his instinct when the moon closes its distance to the land. That's right. A monstrous, blood-thirsty beast. A lycanthrope. "Sha-Shaun... " Loki whispered to my side. "Loki... Am I really that evil?" I said without looking at him

“If I’m considered a bad girl, I don’t even know how to call you guys. Evil seems to put it lightly.” “If killing makes someone evil, then all humans--all living creatures--are evil.” “Evil is measured by your own conscience and reflected by your karma thread,” Little Yin responded as she looked at the woman from head to toe. Something about that gaze made the lady’s chest tighten. “And from what I can see, to call you evil is truly putting it lightly.” The qi around the lady fluctuated unconsciously. It was as if she had just escaped great danger.

He disgusts me. He grinned widely at the people shaking hands with him. How could they not see this? How could they not see the evil he possesses? Of course, men are blind, they will shut their eyes to any truth at the mention of a buddy. He pretended to be good, on the contrary, he was one evil malevolent creature. The reaper in flesh. Argh... I'm tired to him, just die already, you women slayer. I pray you don't take my poor Christi with you.