Romans & histoires The God Of Hell

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

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.

She found an abandoned art studio in the attic next door to the apartment belonging to Gregory’s parents. Yolanda approached the office door, and she could hear the others in the office. There were six Hell Hounds. Yolanda left three here to guard her. So, Catherine, Bridgette, and Jill should be with her. Yolanda still got a kick out of the name of their cohort. The concept behind the name was. If a hellhound was frightening. Then the only scarier than that hell hound was its mother. All Hell Hounds were female enforcers in a pack full of male enforcers. Human society didn’t have a stranglehold of misogynists. A few noses out of joint because they were female. She took a deep breath. Pasted

THE heavens never spoke in whispers. They roared. Kael knelt at the edge of the celestial dais, his skin stripped of its golden glow, blackened now with the mark of divine betrayal. The air around him shimmered with judgment, each breath thick with the rancid stench of mortality. Above him, the gods loomed, their faces carved from the cold light of eternity. Their eyes held neither pity nor forgiveness—only a cruelty as infinite as the stars. “You, the god of storms, who once commanded the skies,” boomed the All-Father, his voice rattling the cosmos, “have desecrated the sacred laws. You dared to love what is beneath us. A mortal. A fleeting ember among our eternal flame.”