The Bait Of Satan Book Romane & Geschichten

Chapter 16 The room plunged into a profound silence as Satana's voice echoed through its walls. All eyes turned towards him, their gazes fixed on his imposing figure. The air was heavy with anticipation, each breath hanging in the stillness, as Satana prepared to address the concerns raised. "I understand your concerns," Satana began, his voice low and resonant, commanding attention. "But a true leader needs more than just his own strength. He requires a mate who stands beside him, offering support and guidance."

“You call this luck? To be bound in chains, to be displayed like an object, to lie on this bed as if comfort could erase humiliation?” Their faces hardened, but I didn’t stop. My voice rose, every word slicing through the air. “Listen to me, pests. I cannot be bought. I will never be bought. You dare say I… a god, am lucky to be sold for two hundred million? That price cannot even scrape the edge of my worth. Not in this world. Not in any world.” The walls seemed to vibrate with the force of my words, and I could see their mortal expressions flicker with something between fear and annoyance. But I didn’t care.

But fate wants to play with me. Andrew sold me to his business partner, and drug dealer, Max Willies. I thought that was the end of my life. I wanted to kill myself, but God wouldn’t let me, so I escaped from the misery. Then when someone else found me, I was happy and thought that at last, after so many years… I am free… I am saved.

This time it was Samael who spoke, his voice calm and even, "It is not unusual for humans and demons to engage in carnal relations but in order for them to be mated, they must seek approval from Amahl, but like everything else, his approval comes at a price. In most cases, he demands the first offspring to be given to him as a living sacrifice, to serve him however he sees fit" "So I was to be his bride?", Charlotte's lips trembled and her voice sounded dangerously close to breaking as she blinked rapidly to hold back her tears. "Yes but I guess your parents changed their minds and hid you in the convent with Sister Agnes", Samael continued trying to explain without causing her more distress

“ . . . And we shall seek then the servitude of the damned, and forsake our fathers as all must. Let us remake ourselves, so that we may remake the world. Let our suffering bring us power, so that no heretic will find us weak.” The hallway opened up into a large room where a pentagram of blood was drawn on the floor. In the pentagram’s center was a large bed, its semi-transparent curtains drawn to obscure the activity within. A satyr priest stood at the foot of the pentagram, his back to me. I ascended to the dark ceiling, to hide from him. “A trinity of communions shall birth miracles untold,” said the satyr. “The Glory of the Nether will unravel from the ashes of those who refuse metamorph

'' the king almost scoffed at the priests, he concluded that -at least- not all of them were involved, if the decision was consensually made by the holy council, then Sara would have been killed right away and the whole accident would be blamed on the pitiful excuse of a human named Patrick, but instead, she was moved back to her room and he was informed. ''Your Majesty please listen to us, That book...'' ''What about the damn book?'' ''It is not a book, It is a demonic tool, it is called a demonic gate, since the time they were defeated and cursed, the demons had left their eyes and ears in our world, to spy on us until the time of their return, this book is none other then one of those ey

​The little boy turned toward Kai, stretching out his tiny hands as he came toward him, calling out in a pure, sweet voice: "Papa... Papa..." ​"My son..." The word escaped Kai's trembling lips like a pained gasp. His heavy hand reached into the air, trying to grasp the phantom of the little one, trying to reach that warm embrace and that happy life he had lost. ​But the moment his fingers drew near the phantom, the image shattered like scattered smoke. The roar of the bar returned to strike his head with cruelty, and he found the hand of the strange girl still touching him coldly. Kai shrank into himself, feeling a deadly chill invade his chest; those were his very first glimpses of hell and

I looked around the destroyed room. "Whoever came here... they're gone." "No," Matteo said quietly. "They're sending a message." My eyes landed on the bedroom wall. Written across it in fresh red paint were four chilling words. SHE BELONGS TO US. My breath caught. "What... what does that mean?" No one answered. Matteo stared at the message with an expression I'd never seen before. Not anger. Not fear. Recognition. He already knew who was behind this. "You lied," I whispered.

And I craved him. I looked down at my swollen belly, running my hands over the small bump. You are my salvation, I thought, feeling the tiny life inside. And you are my damnation. I finished the eggs, swallowed the vitamin, and lay back against the silk sheets. The penthouse was silent, cold, and beautiful. I had been saved from the gutter. But as the hours crawled by, and the daylight turned to dusk, I realized I was just waiting for the monster to come home and claim me.