Videl Satan Novels & Stories

I never felt this way about any the girls I been with before. “Did, you just say that you love her?” “Yes, and from the bottom of this heart that I thought for the longest time that I believed I no longer even had that I do. So, is there someone you can tell me that can put some light to this?” She looked at me for a while, but then looks a round for something. I see that she found paper and a pencil, so I guess write a name down for me. When she finally hands me the paper, I couldn’t believe the name that was on it. Why would she even be involved with a hitman that only people like me would even know who he is. Davian Ehecatl is not a guy that anyone should mess with and for good reason. I

Satan shoved the cackling Asmodeues, making the latter kiss the murky and dusty walls surrounding them. “Oomph!” Leviathan the Envious shook his head. He was the only one who was not able to smell Asmodeus’s deadly fart. “Kids.” “IS THIS ALL you’ve got, daughter of Beelzebub the Glutton and Selaphiel?” The mocking voice of Gabriel the Faithful rung every time they met halfway midair.

Chapter: 11. ****** Time in Shivvara passes quickly, and it would take many blood moons before Azazel could meet his father's face. Feziam, the illegitimate son of Yidis, took over the Devildom after Yidis relinquished his rule. Yidis, knowing that Obenis had defeated him, became a broken god who shamelessly caused chaos within the lands of Shivvara. When he could no longer bear his shame, he went down to Earth and spent several years wandering before he met Feziam's mother, a young witch named Azzamu, on one of her walks.

“Love the devil and power.” Zeddy was known as a cult member since his teenage days and with days, the loyalty in him grew into a small hut where bones and blood could be found if looked for. He knelt on his knees and uttered a final chant, “I am a disciple of the devil and I want the devil to sign my soul.” After saying this, he opened the cloth slightly on his chest and then brought the knife to his chest and carved the name Lilith there. Isabella screamed her heart out.

He growled at Mr and Mrs MacCarthy then he threw them both in my feet. I gulped hard and looked at that man. "As you might not know anything about me, I am Satan, the wise. The creator of the witches, warlocks, wizards, sorcerers, illusionists, druids and magicians. I am the wise demon of hell. Your husband called me a few months ago on earth. He did a favor for us. And because of his favor, we were able to find the culprits who were practicing forbidden magic on earth. Including sacrificial rituals. Something they were about to perform with your husband." The man spoke as he walked towards me. My eyes widened in surprise as I heard him. "Does that mean you are saying that my Freddy is alive

"Auntie... You are here..." She held his hand, nodding. "Your Mama did well in summoning me. I have come here to heal you, alright? Will you have faith with me as the Goddess of Healing and Hunting, Sander?" Sander tried to nod. "Good." She gently combed Sander's hair before she performed healing him. "I, Iseldis, the second daughter of the Moon Goddess, am the Goddess of Healing and Hunting who shall heal this pup named Sinbert who is gravely injured and has deep wounds on his chest."

A volcano-like bout of black magic swirled beneath our feet and erupted, tossing us aside while shattering the cloak I whipped up earlier to hide myself and Malle…er…Erzelus. The pandemonium of satanic voices swirled up high in the sky, along with a whirl of powerful waves of black magic which rippled through the air, making it hard to breathe. The distorted, demonic voice spoke, sounding somewhat muffled as if it was coming from deep inside the grounds that cracked beneath our feet just a few seconds ago. I knew that voice. It was Nahevra. Her alter ego in the human realm is Lilith—Incarnate of malice, mother of all demons.

“Not quite.” “Didn’t think you were capable of feelings,” he said dryly, watching Charlotte in the distance speak to a man she called “Father.” The man wore a medieval military uniform and Gildeon figured he was high-ranking. “Believe it or not, salamander, I was once a good, ordinary man.” “What happened then? Joined hands with the Devil?” Gildeon followed the elder vampire’s gaze, now dark with longing. “God tested me,” Present Vergilius muttered, “and I gave in to Satan—or so I believed.”

LUCIFER'S POV "Haven't your uncles taught you that it's rude to ignore a person when they speak to you?" I state. Irena looked at me with pure disgust. Not a single trace of fear was in sight. Why isn't she talking? Is she fucking deaf? Does her brain even function normally? My hand around her neck tightened, waiting for her to scream. Pleading me to not suffocate her to death. I wanted to hear her voice.

Shaking his head, Salis grinned. "My father was called Salis Elderon but I am known as Salis Varkaz after my demon mother. Everything you have stated are crimes of my father and the reason why I was banished was because of him. Ask your brother if you doubt me or the angels. I look nothing like my dad either so ask your cousin what I look like as well," Salis said firmly. "You are still Lucifer's lackey," Atlas snorted, causing Salis to frown. "Aye and it was foolish of me to believe that he would help me to be able to clear my name and get me back to my home," Salis stated sullenly. Looking utterly perplexed, Atlas laughed at the male.