The Devil Can Quote Scripture Novels & Stories

My eyes are closing, I’m getting sleepy. —No, why? I snort. —What you just told me sounds very much like the temptations of Christ and you may not like it, but I think in that precise chapter of the Holly scripture, you were thought to be the devil. —Seriously? —Yes. —Well, I really am a kind of demon, no matter how you look at it. I yawn.

I’ll never understand the things that circled his mind each day, the words that poisoned it. “‘Hell is empty and all the devils are here’,” my professor quoted from her copy of The Tempest, the words slashing through my musings. “A powerful statement – and very potent in a time where belief of the devil was very real. What did Shakespeare mean by his words?”

I didn’t even have to look to feel her fury. I glanced over my shoulder yep. There she was, stiff as a board, face pale with shock before it turned a furious red. “You’re joking,” she hissed. “He sent him for her?” Caleb arched a brow at her like she wasn’t even worth the oxygen. I swallowed hard. My hands shook as I grabbed my coat. No way in hell Voss would actually sent for her! Zara half shrieked "C'mon Zara, I think you're over reacting" Delilah complained

I murmured, twisting harder, smiling, “Sing for me, Father. Sing for your sins.” I grinned wider, enjoying the spectacle, the delicious irony of a priest, a supposed man of God, trembling before a man like me—a devil incarnate. I crouched down and faced him, “If it makes you feel any better, I promise I’ll pray for your soul. After all, I hear the Devil loves a good sinner.”

He turns the stairs wondering if Christian will run down to sit beside his now awake sister but after a few seconds he reclines more to the thought that he might be sleeping. He turns to them again and then nods to acknowledge Laurel as she gulps, nodding back…soft but acknowledging. He opts to sit beside Gabriel, now facing the family with a questionary eye. The devil and the healer. Feels like judgment day. “Hi, Laurel, do you know who I am?” he leans forward after getting a reassuring nod from Gabriel. Laurel nods.

He shifted, leaned back, legs spread wider, one boot tapping the floor with lazy rhythm. “I’m sure you’ve heard of The Devil,” he said. His voice was smooth. Deep. Too calm. It wasn’t the kind of voice that threatened you. It was the kind that made promises you knew would come true, even if they were the kind to make your skin crawl. I blinked. “Only the one from the Bible.” He chuckled. Low. Warm. Wrong. “Are you religious, Luca?” He said my name. It sounded like silk being pulled tight against my throat.

If the one who gave him the chance is God himself. ‘God?’ As she wonders in her stead. Reading his thoughts and just how stupid he becomes. Believing in the false reality and coming into the cross of foolishness. He is clearly out of the context of the truth, yet she couldn’t blame him fully for that. As he is a victim in this world where gambling in different games is the means of survival. Just then, she added, answering indirectly with a quote of what he is thinking and asking of her in return. “Don’t you remember? Even the devil was once an angel.”

"Then he quoted Exodus 22:18. You shall not permit a sorceress to live." "Interesting." Fiona frowned. "That's some pretty outdated verbiage he used. And he knew you guys were onboard helping us. Anything else?" "He spoke a word in another language I didn't understand. Something about the brethren of whatever raining fire to smite sinners."

Offer our prayers to the Most High, that without delay they may draw His mercy down upon us; take hold of the dragon, the old serpent, which is the Devil and Satan, bind him and cast him into the bottomless pit that he may no longer seduce the nations! A visible twitch crossed Xavier's face, his grin disappearing. "In the Name of Jesus Christ, our God and Lord, strengthened by the intercession of the Immaculate Virgin Mary, Mother of God, of Blessed Michael the Archangel, of the Blessed Apostles Peter and Paul and all the Saints! And powerful in the holy authority of our ministry, we confidently undertake to repulse the attacks and deceits of the Devil! God arises; His enemies are scattered

he smirked. “No,” I turned towards him, “I want to know… who are you, Tom?” He laughed coldly and glared at me. I flinched but clenched my teeth to help myself pretending to stay unaffected. “Be careful what you wish for,” he gazed deep into my eyes. I had just challenged the devil…