Son Of Lucifer Novels & Stories

"He was a werewolf, but his wolf died that night. He fled and eventually married, fathering a daughter before he and his wife died." Lucifer's eyes blazed with fury. "Where is this daughter?" The men exchanged glances before the first one spoke again. "She is known as April Lopez. She is the slave you have been tormenting." Lucifer's world spun. His mind raced as he tried to process the information. April, the woman he had raped and tortured, was the daughter of the man who had destroyed his family. A twisted sense of fate hung over him, choking him with its cruel irony.

So much for that message. Lucifer climbs to his feet and stares angerly at his son. "That's the Seven I remember from the past. Being a married man has made you weak, son." "I'm strong enough to defeat you, old man." Lucifer shoots out a blaze of energy that paralyzes Seven and lifts him off the floor. He's soars towards his son. "You will never be my equal, Seven. You better remember that." Lucifer opens a low wooden door and pushes him through the small opening. The stairs leading down are steep and difficult to master with tied hands. It's dark and a cold breeze fan their faces on the way down.

He changed into his human form and entered the cave. He was surprised to see a man sitting down where the water man do sit and Rae sat on his lap. "Tharollin so good to see you again." "Who are you and where is my father?" Tharollin demanded. "What is my daughter doing here?" "One question at a time Tharollin. The man you know as your father is dead, though he is not your father holy one. As for who I am, I am the real Lucifer who was caged for so many years by the Creator. You brought the bones to Gai but you gave him a wrong bone. Where is the bone Tharollin? Give me the bone to free me completely."

Some group of girls passing by mocked me and laughed. I ignored them since this wasn’t the first time I’ve gotten such a compliment. I could see some of the men and women dancing slowly to the tune of the music as they waited for Lord Lucifer's arrival. Lord Lucifer Demi thana, is the son of the late ruler,Demoni thana. Demoni thana ruled for a hundred years before he died and his son took over.

Was any of that following my instructions? "And after you contracted an STD and intentionally passed it on to me… Was that what I wanted, too?" My words grew a collective wave of shocked murmurs. "Good grief. What is wrong with this son? He ruins his life and drags his father down with him. That's an ingrate, through and through." "Don't even get me started. Caleb is completely blinded by lust." "I think the father must've been driven past his limit to file for a legal severance. If it were my son, I would've disowned him the moment his thug girlfriend beat my wife into the ICU."

Trembling, the woman reached out to cradle her newborn, whose cries pierced the air, mingling with the tense atmosphere. Footsteps echoed ominously, drawing closer to the room. The door flung open, revealing Lucifer himself. Towering at fifty feet, he bore ten horns upon his seven heads, each adorned with a blasphemous diadem. His likeness was a grotesque amalgamation: leopard-like skin, bear-like feet, and a mouth reminiscent of a lion, its fanged maw stretched wide in a grin that revealed teeth sweeping the floor. A scream of terror tore from the woman's throat, and she collapsed onto the bed, succumbing to the overwhelming horror before her.

But I had never felt like a Grant. I was the illegitimate son of Richard Grant, the son people called a mistake. My mum, who was the maid, had an affair with Richard Grant. It didn't also help that he had two sons before me. Braden Grant, the first and probably the only Grant who liked me. He was painfully stolen from us by the cruel arms of cancer. Then there was Luke, Luke Grant is a fortunate son of a bitch. He had always wiggled his way to the top in the shadiest way.

After the brief meeting, Ezra went to work immediately, not because he had any fear or respect for his father but because he had a special mission he had to accomplish. His father. He hated calling him that. He always felt a slight twinge in his heart when the demons called him Lucifer’s son, like it was some kind of honor. He obviously had no choice but to accept it, the last thing he needed was for the subjects to disrespect Lucifer because of him. He didn’t need any form of attention from him at all.