The Devil Is A Lie God Is Exalted Novels & Stories

I emitted a shrill, haunting cackle that sounded like demonic wails that came from the depths of hell. I bellowed, "Ignazio, I curse you and Chiara to be doomed to the darkest and most fiery pits of hell!" Ignazio's expression turned drastically frosty as he seethed, "If you hadn't arranged for Chiara to be abducted and had a group of beggars violate her, she wouldn't have lost the child!" He locked his icy gaze onto me and growled, "Since you enjoy getting people to humiliate others so much, then you should get a taste of your own medicine!"

A mistake was committed by stars to bring the two powers close. But the almighty never considered a possibility of odd angles. He searched for good even in a demon as to what other reasons he lets that abomination survive if it weren’t for redemption. He sees great in everyone and encourages them towards that golden path by throwing different schemes. He was aware that this set of spirits was highly contradictory and violent like the combination of ice and fire. So, he turned them, twisted them to fix the wounded bond until settled on one conclusion. The opposite and incompatible pair are not always vulnerable or doomed. Sometimes they could turn into the most fascinating subject. It was nev

It was just a way for him to have control and power over me. But I’m the one with the power here. To get my revenge, I would do anything, I would give anything, and right now, I was selling my soul to the devil. But in this story, there are two devils. One doesn’t just know it yet.

Vivian scrambled free, putting distance between them, coughing hard. Once she'd caught her breath, the mask dropped entirely, replaced by pure contempt. "Grant, you're actually pathetic. You're the one who took her corneas. You're the one who lied to her for three years. You followed me around like an obedient dog, and you did every bit of it willingly." "She left you because of what you did. I didn't kill your child. You did. Don't you dare try to pin this on me I won't carry that."

"Because of the killings in this world, God has developed negative emotions. This is also the origin of the devil." "the God and the devil are originally one body, but it split into two. The disputes in the world become more and more intense." "The devil wants to use all living beings as pawns for him to play tricks on, causing the most ancient battle that has changed the pattern of the world." "That battle was earth-shattering. The ancient clans all took part in it one after another. The Inuit clan began to decline at that time, and the separated clansmen were fooled by the devil, causing endless grievances in the world."

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.

he claimed. I looked straight into his eyes. They were filled with a kind of insane possessiveness, mixed with warmth. He truly looked like a devil that was craving for my soul, but this Devil was also willing to devote himself giving me tenderness and protection I was seeking through my whole life… I was ready to sign the pact, even with shedding all of my blood. “You can belong only to me,” he whispered and kissed my lips. At the same time his long fingers painted lines up and down my spine and back. I got lost in this sensation, the waves of electrifying excitement kept flowing through my entire body. Suddenly, he stopped, again, teasing me, making me want him more.

"Stay out of my way Santiago. I don't need you playing hero. I'm no damsel in distress. I'm going to take you, the black smoke syndicate and the entire group of criminals and thugs that keep the underworld of this city fat and happy. I'm not going to stop until I get rid of every single one of your vermin." "Why?" Her eyebrows drew together and I saw the confusion on her face. "Why what?" I stepped closer, enjoying the way she sucked in a breath. I knew that somewhere in that head, she was convincing herself that her reaction to me was nothing, a fluke, but I wasn't as deluded as her. A thought suddenly began to work itself into my mind as I stared at her pillowy lips and the tiny birthmark

"Let my pup go right now or I swear..." "You swear what?!" he mocked, leaning his disgusting snout closer to my face. "Hmm? You're all alone in the woods. In our territory. A lone wolf." He squeezed my throat harder, making black spots dance in the corners of my vision. "You know what we wererats do to werewolves when we see them? WE EAT THEM AND THEIR BABIES!!" He threw his head back and laughed again. "Lord..." the rat holding Mael suddenly spoke. Its beady yellow eyes were wide, completely fixated on the tiny cut on Mael's forehead. "This pup... it's not a normal wolf. He has the blood of a... a god! Their god!"

he said softly, “You scared the hell out of me.” Isla couldn’t look at him. She curled inward like a broken thing, breath hitching, chest caving in. “You don’t understand,” she whispered, hollow. “I had nothing left. Now I’m nothing.” Tariq let out a dry laugh. “Isla, the world’s full of people pretending they’ve got it all. Some of them wear suits. Some of them throw parties and pretend they’re gods. But none of that matters. You know what matters?”