The God Of Hell Novels & Stories

a shiver rippled through Saint's body, and her nose crinkled in disgust, "I thought you'd be in a brighter mood now that he's, you know, probably being tortured by a hellhound in hell and all that." A tendril of satisfaction slithered over my body at the thought. For what he had done, for who he had done it to, the hellhounds were bound to have a field day with him. He would never be able to escape the punishment or the torment they would inflict on him. They were the protectors of all supernaturals. A deal struck between the Gods led to the creation of the hellhounds.

“Aaagh! Why are immortals so frigging complicated?” “Would you rather we fit neatly into little mortal boxes?” He spoke in a falsetto: “Hello, boys and girls! My name's Satan! I'm the Prince of Darkness and Evil Incarnate. That nice old man over there with a white beard is God. He's your Father, and if you don't believe in him, you'll burn in Hell forever. I'll torture you and roast you up good until your flesh melts on my teeth. Doesn't that sound wonderful? And look over there, at that dead man on a cross- it's Jesus. His Father killed him so he could die for your sins.”

I snap in a snarky tone. “Fair point, I shall continue to refill your glass then.” “Thank you,” I say as I take another sip, then take another deep breath as my foot taps anxiously against the footrest of my stool. “So, this new God…” “His name is Azadou. God of Malice also known as the Demon God, and the creator of the eyti,” they explain, walking over and placing a plate in front of me along with a fork, but despite the dish looking absolutely delicious, the thought of food entering my stomach right now makes me want to hurl.

"You're such a liar, it's true that I shouldn't believe you." I grumbled as I looked at Aubrey walking ahead, for some reason, but Aubrey quite liked to be ahead of me no matter where it was but because when she was with me Aubrey always felt safe, that's why He is very confident as he moves forward. We are walking in the heart of hell, a dark hell that all humans do not wish to visit. After the encounter with Charon, I felt like I was no longer afraid of anything, going to hell was not so scary as in my imagination. I laughed, a few minutes ago we had a life-and-death fight with Charon and fell from a height that even I don't know how many meters to the bottom of hell. Actually, this is not

I screamed this time frustrated, there is nothing in his eyes, no fear, no guilt, this is all a game to him as if these are daily chores for him to stalk people and intrude in their homes. He chuckles "God," He, said the words as if they are foreign to his lips, "If God existed, I wouldn't be here," his unwanted attention is now on me, his eyes not leaving mine but why do I feel like he is not looking at me but lost in his mind, as if deep in thought he is travelled somewhere else "Sometimes, I think God made hell for the good people on earth." "That's why they are at the bottom and the corrupted ones ruin the world my, darling." He shakes his head, his eyes darker as his whole body posture

Decus laughed. He liked the spectacle that was going on here. He put his hand on Godric's head, his claws digging into his scalp. The blood slowly seeped into the priest's hair and he groaned again in pain. It felt like he was being dazed with pain. "It won't be long my servants and you will be able to wallow in the darkness! With Lucifer's death our era will arise! I will make everyone suffer! I am Lord Gehenna and a God!"

It did not matter to me, but I was naturally a curious creature. “Remo,” he called out. My Hellhound appeared immediately and stood proudly in front of Jaxon. “Fury. Davina,” he called out. Maddox’s Hellhound appeared and sat next to Maddox. The other hound that appeared took a seat next to Kalen. My eyes turned towards Sansa, and that was when it all clicked. What did Hellhounds and Nabello demons have in common? Hades, the God of the Underworld, created both. For him to be able to call out to Hellhounds that were not his own, he had to have some type of command. For a Nabello demon to bow her head, that connection left me with one conclusion.

I sit on the sofa opposite and cross my legs over as I lean back into the sofa. I’m 25 years old and took over as the Goddess of Hell when I turned 18 from my father Fenrir. Humans know me as the devil. So for the past 7 years, I have been building my empire of nightclubs. Well, I say nightclubs. We also have private rooms in each location for orgies. My parents were mortified when I told them, but they soon got on board with it. We don’t just cater to shifters, but humans, too especially after I revealed the existence of shifters. The human government wasn’t too pleased but they had no choice but to accept it and get on board. After all I am the Goddess of Hell. The sounds of the moaning wo

He was a bit surprised. Chu Xun raised the corners of his mouth slightly and said, "It's a Three-Headed Hellhound. The Pluto God is a ghostly creature created by filthy. It's said that the Three-Headed Hellhound is responsible for guarding the Gate of Hell. I didn't expect Hadith to summon it." "Immortal Emperor Chu, you have offended a god. You deserve to die a thousand times. I bestow you the death penalty." Hadith's voice came from the dog's mouth in the middle head of the Three-Headed Hellhound.

I blink at his shirt-clipped response “Who is Odus?” “The god of hell." He replies and rubs his eyes desperately. "He was a nightmare, slays without mercy, and wields the power to end our kind after he gained access to our world. He was said to be untouchable and undefeatable by any man until a blind witch managed to wound him in battle. She cursed and bound his body for a certain number of years, after which it will be repeated to keep him bound, but this time, forever." My voice trembles when I ask. “And I'm expected to lay another curse to keep him bound?"