Vertigo Lucifer Comic Novels & Stories

Yet, he suddenly laughed out, and the sound of his laughter was excessively horrifying. Along with Lucio’s terrifying laughter, blood was gushing out of his mouth. Splashing all over his body, it made him look like a devil who had crawled out of hell. He was so terrifying that others could not look directly at him. “Is this all your all-out attack? It doesn’t seem like much to me. If this is all you’ve got, then none of you will be able to leave today!” As soon as he spoke those words, Lucio fiercely pulled out another Red Spider Potion from his sleeve. It was a totally different potion from the one he had injected into himself earlier.

Lucifer is able to teleport so they'll be ok. For now, everything is peaceful. ******************THE END**************

I cried into his embrace, all the time my gazed fixed to Marguerite’s glassy eyes. Lucifer laid the unmoving corpse down on the stone, her final resting place. He dipped his fingers into the thick sticky pool of blood, and drawing himself back up to his full height walked toward Lucas and myself. Using his fingers, he drew the sticky substance and created an upside down red triangle on Lucas’ forehead. The tip of the triangle nestled between his eyes. The blood pooled at the point, and dripped down the bridge of his nose. He moved his fingers to me. And whilst Lucas held me firmly in my arms by way of comforting me. Lucifer drew the same mark onto my head as well.

Scar said and vixen rolled her eyes. "Whatever!" "Am I the only one staying back!" Lila groaned as she pouted. "You're to watch over the clan baby girl!" Scar said and she sighed. ★ TORTURE ROOM* Lucifer walked into the torture room with a hardened expression. He faced the mobster then the bodies in front of him. He just actually heard that the three dropped dead already. His blood boiled as he faced the mobsters who were already shaking in fear. One of them was already peeing as they shivered vigorously.

His spine that was formed using True Essence dissipated, and he instantly collapsed to the ground, spurting out a mouthful of blood. Thousands upon thousands of living beings simply watched. None dared to approach them. “H-Haha…” Though his legs were broken, Lucifer was laughing. “Haha…!” James, who was beside him, laughed as well. “I-I’ve won… Finally, I’ve won.”

Lucifer: Time to GTFO of this hellhole. —

15 LENA Pain. White-hot agony erupted beneath my skin, spreading like wildfire. I screamed, but no sound came out. My body convulsed, trapped in the unbearable pressure of his grip. It was like he was inside me, his touch wrapping around my very bones. "Shh, little dragon," he whispered, pressing his forehead against mine. "You don’t have to fight anymore." Tears burned my eyes. My body wasn’t mine anymore. "You’re tired, aren’t you?" he murmured.

His eyes burned bloodshot, and his wounds started to stitch up like it wasn’t even there in the first place. Luciano’s eyes gleamed wild as his laughter echoed against the lounge’s empty walls. “Introducing the prototype of Vita Mortis. A drug that drags the dead back to their feet, granting them unnatural strength and speed. I gotta say, I didn’t believe them when they handed me over the description but hey, look at him. Hungrier than ever.” Luciano bragged as he stood up like he wasn’t crying for his mom a while ago. “You’ve lost your mind, Luciano,” I said flatly.

"I never expected you to be able to be this kind and warm while talking to someone. It's always so fascinating. Too kind for a devil, I see." Derrick clenched his fists, feeling his anger rise. "I told you to leave alone, didn't I?" Derrick spat through gritted teeth. "If there is anything that you are doing, that's only pushing me farther away. Leave us alone!" Lucifer chuckled softly. "Oh, don't be like that, Derrick. I was just admiring your relationship with Lyra." I never expected you to be this good at lying directly in her face. You lied to yourself so effortlessly, too. "Did you really think that it was nothing? Did you not see that shift? Are you sure that it's normal?" The evil lau

Joey mocked. He took the container and pressed a little on the tongue-like foam. His long fingernails mistakenly scratched on the surface of the container's cover, some brownish dust dislodged and sprayed on the blood-wet tongue. "Hmmm, some acumen. That will definitely do it." Joey said. "Acumen? Nooo," the wolf croaked loudly, as Joey fed him the entire content of the small container. The big gray werewolf stood, laughing mischievously. He slowly levitated, still laughing.