The Devil Can Quote Scripture Novels & Stories

It was still confusing but I got the gist of the message. THE DEVIL'S BIBLE. What. The. Actual. Fuck.

“It is a ritual by which one renounces the God and accepts the devil as his Supreme Master in return for the devil’s assistance in what he chooses to do or achieve.” “Devil…, Supreme Master…; is there such a thing or being called devil?” I was stammering. “Do you believe in the Bible?” he asked. “I think so,” I said cautiously. “The Holy Bible calls him ‘the ruler of this world’ and ‘the prince of the power of the air.’ These titles, and many more attributed to the devil throughout the Bible signify his powers, and show that in some way he rules over the world and the people in it. This is not to say that he rules the world completely; only God does that. When the Bible says that devil has p

He said and she sighed. "The Bible says: Thou shall not kill." Ashley quoted the Bible, keeping a straight face as she licked her ice cream. "Hell is real and sinners Eli fall therein." She added, shrugging as he turned to her. "You're making it seem like I'm a devil, Mrs. Mazza. If we're going, to begin wit,h, the Bible.. you should talk about the Bishop that stands in front of the people, on the altar of god, and In the end... he'd go home and fuck his wife."

They held each other again and took a long, lasting glance at the devil's domicile. If only they knew that they hadn't met the devil yet, that they'd barely met his cohorts, they'd return to Earth, preaching about the end of days. They all closed their eyes as Sir. Oswic chanted, “Corrupeo Demonenis Silite Divinarbus.” **

Jesus replied. “The devil then led him to the holy city and forced him to stand on the temple's highest point, saying, "If you are the Son of God, throw yourself down. For it is written: "'He will command his angels concerning you, and they will lift you up in their hands so that you will not strike your foot against the stone.'"Jesus replied, "It is written,' Do not put the Lord your God to the test.' Rhoda continues reading the verses to Rudolf.

“Return to the world of men. Forget the blood. Forget the beast.” I reached for the obsidian stone. It was burning against my skin, but I didn’t pull away. I closed my eyes and stopped fighting the images. Instead, I dove into them. I didn’t look at the cellar as a prison; I looked at it as the place where I first felt the spark of the Devil. I didn’t look at the silver as pain; I looked at it as the price I paid to save my mate. I found the memory of Girard’s touch in the study—the way his hands had claimed me, the way his soul had recognized mine before his mind even knew my name.

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.

Lucien laughed softly. “Then let her answer this.” His eyes locked on mine. “If mercy is strength, why chain me?” The question was deliberate. Designed to fracture the narrative. I rose to my feet. The hall quieted instinctively. “You are chained,” I said evenly, “because you chose violence over voice.” Lucien tilted his head. “And if I had spoken?” “You would have been heard.” A faint smile curved his lips. “You believe that.” “Yes.” He stepped closer within his confined space.

This wasn't the Dante Salvatore who ruled through fear and cold precision. "Is this redemption from the Lord?" I continued, almost to myself now. "Was the nun that pure that her presence drove the demons that worry me away?" Silence. I picked up the glass again, swirling the whiskey. Watching it catch the light. "Il diavolo non merita redenzione, " I murmured. "Ma forse... forse il diavolo ha bisogno di un angelo per ricordargli cosa ha perso." The devil doesn't deserve redemption. But perhaps... perhaps the devil needs an angel to remind him what he's lost.

No women. “A devil with no weakness,” she murmured, the words barely louder than the crunch of the apple. Then a memory surfaced: the way he had devoured her the entire night, slow and relentless, as if her body were the only sin worth savoring. Her fingers tightened subconsciously around the book on devils she had just finished reading. Its pages had spoken of their insatiable hunger for untouched souls, pure, unchanging, untouchable. The moment a soul was altered in any way, it slipped forever from their grasp.