Novel & Cerita What Does Lucifer Look Like As An Angel

Her eyes are unable to see who came in—the red eyes before her making her laugh. “Lucifer, I know it is you.” She shakes her head, rolling her eyes. She realises her sense of fear has just got up and run away. She should be screaming now, Lucifer getting closer, and her breathing stops. Trying to control herself. Her laughing and mocking aren’t helping, he wants to kill her, but he also doesn’t. His face scares her. This is worse than before, but behind him are wings, giant white breathtakingly beautiful wings. “It isn’t possible.” Her words are barely even a whisper, her eyes unable to move from his body. His wings, surely, he is pure if this is real, he is an angel surely this isn’t real,

Lucifer was everything that Lilith has said he would be. He was perfectly sculpted, from his fine chiselled facial features, to his broad shoulders and back, right down to his foot size. It was like he was sculpted by god himself, which I guess he was? Unlike Lucas and Lilith, Lucifer was dark haired. His eyes burned two fiery orbs, not unlike Lysander’s. Thick bushy eyebrows were the crowning jewel. Like Lilith, at first glace to look at him, he looked no older than late 20s. His toned physique showing no signs of age. He certainly didn’t look old enough to have fathered the 13 adult children whose portraits hung in the long gallery.

“You are so handsome I’m already questioning myself if I really deserve you.” “Well, the same goes with me. I don’t even know what you liked about me.” Lucifer is now wearing a big round glass even though he doesn’t have poor eyesight unlike when he was a kid. He just woke up asking who am I and trying to ask where Angel is. He can remember his parents and everyone that he met when he was little but not me, and probably not Angela. And so just to stop him from looking for whoever that Angel is, the princess and I decided to have me pretend as Angel, although the prince didn’t agree with it. “Lucifer, I’m actually thinking…”

Suddenly, the door opened and I looked through the mirror to see him coming in – Damon. Oh No!! I gasped as unhelpful conniption gripped me. You wouldn’t blame me. I couldn’t even turn to look at him but just kept staring through the mirror. He was putting on black trousers and a red T-shirt that had the top buttons opened, exposing his chest. His dark curly hair flopped across his left eye, giving him the perfect killing look. How could someone be this cute be so heartless? Lucifer, The king of hell. He walked levelly to where I was and stood behind me in front of the mirror.

I could feel those satanic eyes all over my skin, setting me ablaze as I returned to my initial position. "Would that be all, daddy?" I submissively lowered my head, glazing at my toes while I prayed for him to dismiss me. "Take a sit, angel." He gestured to the chair facing his. His tone was the most lenient a cruel, heartless beast like him could muster. I did as I was told, willing my eyes to look at him. The Devil was undeniably the most beautiful creation, crafted to perfection, for he was meant to be an Angel, but he favoured being an instrument of chaos and a weapon of destruction more.

Damien’s P.O.V. “Damien, It’s time.” I look up to see Lucifer himself standing in front of me imposingly. Lucifer is an intimidating presence no doubt, but not what most humans think of him. He doesn’t have red skin or horns, instead he is a large, muscular, olive skinned man with long dark hair and black eyes. He is almost to beautiful to look at even for me. “The girl will be 18 in one month and will be able to choose sides. We must make sure she chooses ours.” Lucifer finished.

"I didn't even know that was love at first sight. But I liked what I saw and wanted it. I wanted her not minding she is priestess, one of the Elites. I know that because of her dress." Lord Kira didn't show any emotions. She keeps reminding herself not to feel jealous as this was Dean's past life. "So who is she, the priestess you fall in love with?" Kira asked softly. "Phoenix."

Locked it behind the same walls he had built years ago. Without another word, he turned. He had what he needed. Or at least… he would find it himself. “What will you do now?” Lucifer’s voice followed him, smooth and curious. Lucas stopped. “Surely…” Lucifer continued, a hint of amusement threading through his tone, “you won’t kill a human, will you?” Slowly— Lucas turned back. His eyes burned. Not metaphorically. They glowed—a deep, molten red, like a furnace barely contained.

We wouldn't put ourselves out there. “I got you, Angel, I got you forever.” Biting down hard on my shoulder, his big hands cupped my breasts, squeezing them together and drawing a long, drawn-out moan from my lips. “Now, lay back and let me tease you for a change.” He chuckled. “My little lucifer.” “Lucifer?” “Yeah Lucifer was an angel as well, just one that didn't know how to behave.” Biting and kissing his way down over the mounds of my breasts, Monster chuckled. “I'm going to enjoy taming you, Angel.”

He leaned the back of his head against the debris of the crumbled arena as his gaze shifted from the direction where the source of the light was coming from back to the glaring eyes of Ilorde, the leader of all shapeshifters. “That red-tinted aura is from our,” Demon King Lucifer froze upon seeing the glare of his wife to grow. “I mean your son’s aura.” He could not help but swallow the clog lodged at the apex of his throat before he continued. “But the second aura definitely belonged to a celestial being, probably an arch angel. With that level of waves, I bet it Michael the Loyal.”