The Devil Can Quote Scripture Novels & Stories

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…

She closed her eyes violently, hesitating with all her faith and complete confidence in the truth: "The devil is delusional in his strength and tyranny in front of the weak in faith and religion, the devil is weak in front of the strong in will and faith. The devil's weevil does not lead the righteous believers, and the devil's weevil is nothing but an illusion that lays a veil on the weak minds of Satan, who feeds on our weak minds. Souls of the weak without will and faith, I am not weak, I do not believe in Satan and his followers. He yelled at her, filling his throat, squeezing her neck so violently, holding her breath, "Stop, shut up, you damned, shut up, or I will rip out your tongue a

A dark, dangerous, beautiful god. I had to look away quickly and shut my eyes. This is unfair. Why do devils look this good? What was I saying? Even Lucifer was made out of precious stones. The Bible said so. Full of wisdom and perfect in beauty. Why? Why did evil have to look so tempting? He leaned back down and whispered in my ear. Something about Lucas. Something about not hesitating. I barely heard him. His breath was warm against my skin, his lips almost touching my earlobe, and my body was tense, every nerve ending firing at once.

"You gave her that money willingly. Last I checked, you were practically celebrating. So happy about this." "Things changed." She changed them. "She's in my territory now, Dmitri. That's all that matters." A beat of silence. Then — "The devil is coming down to hell, gentlemen." His voice dropped away from the phone as he announced it to the room. "Brace yourselves." I ended the call. Good mood. Excellent, in fact. Time to let the beast out.

“Your resilience is something else. I wish you were on my side, but it isn't too late, is it? I know your true potential, and I can unleash it. There’s no one in this world who doesn’t like power and authority, and I have both. I can give them to you. What do you say?” Petra, barely holding on, gritted her teeth and replied, “All power and authority belong to God, and you belong to hell.” “Oh yeah?” the devil said loudly, his voice filled with malice. He twisted her arm with such force that the bone snapped, and the arm came off. The child's face was splattered with her blood, and Petra cried and shrieked in pain so hard that her voice echoed through the eerie landscape. The devil, unfazed b

“A favor. That 's it. I don’t have anything in mind, yet. But when I do, I’ll call for you, you’ll answer me. No matter what. Otherwise, the deal is broken and you’ll get back to this shithole.” Mia breathed heavily. A favor? Get out of there? “Are you the Devil?” she asked. She still remembered some of the things her mother had told her. Mia shook her head, avoiding thinking too deeply about her mother. “Who cares? Does it matter?” “It does! I don’t want no deal with the Devil!” “You’re too picky, for someone who is about to become a worker in a brothel. Not only you, but your little doll of a sister.”

This was the only way to go about things. Suddenly, the air around God’s chamber became toxic and polluted with The Devil’s putrid stench as he walked in to taunt God as he occasionally did. “How many times will I have to say it, Lucy? Stop coming here whenever you want. You’re not welcome in Heaven anymore,” God said. “Don’t be like that, Father. You and I have business together and that makes us almost neighbours and weren’t you the one who said thou should love thy neighbour as you love thyself?” The Devil said.