Novel & Cerita Who Is The Ruler Of Hell

IN THE REALM OF THE FIERY PIT.... They were bracing their selves for the arrival of their new king.Asmodeus the Devil,the one with dominion over evil. Satan was ranting to Lucifer as the demon of pride stayed quite seeming to be lost in his thoughts,"Are we really going to let these fools choose that premature idiot of a brother to rule the ultimate kingdom of hell.We have to do something. Lucifer!,come on are you just going to sit there doing nothing".

Darian delivered the killing bow and then--- I sat back and watched it all play out… Outrage followed and I imagined that this must be what it felt like to rule hell. To watch chaos erupt all around me, knowing it was my own doing. To look on as people scurried around, desperate to create order. And I could just sit there and watch as everything every wolf had ever believed in fell apart. It was beautiful really…

April looked destroyed. “April?” Rose caught her attention. April turned her gaze to her. “You were right,” she pronounced. “The Sadharthe Company was always behind the plans the drug dealers used to transport the goods. I know it because I helped the Son of Hades to make the plans. Rose, Lucian Sadharthe is the Son of Hades and I’m his accomplice.” Rose brought a hand to her forehead. After all, she didn’t want to hurt April, but if she had to, she was to do it to free up the world of their crap. After all, it was April and Lucian who’d been poisoning the world.

They stopped in front of the picture that Millie had seen before. "I am named after this man Count Alphonso de Costa the first, he was a great soldier, he killed hundreds of people on the battlefield, poisoned all of his enemies at home, and married five women, and killed them when he got fed up with them and married a new one." Millie gulped and gave a small smile, "How interesting." "He haunts this corridor," Alphonso said "you can hear the clashing of swords all night long, the screams of the women as he rapes them," he said with a flourish.

the person who could show me heaven invited me with his open arms. "Come here or you will regret it for your life" the person who is showing me the hell, warned me. I looked between both of them getting confused whom should I choose? If I chose heaven then my family's life would be at stake and if I chose hell then I would become a walking dead body. I am stuck 'Between Hell and Heaven'

She was just that distracting without even knowing. "Good morning" I cleared my throat as all eyes were on me. It did not matter if the people were not sitting along with me for breakfast but they had to stand up and be quiet. A new tradition you can say. There was no real discipline in Hell before I took over. The past King was well the Prince of Hell, Lucifer who unfortunately was caged by his brother. Ever since that, it was complete chaos everywhere in Hell, with Lucifer's loyals fighting against each other for the throne.

This world has many biblical senses of Hell. Where I am from has some commonalities, but it’s not the same. Ethos is one of many dimensions linked to your Earthland. Some have fire and most have demons, but not as angels cast down. They are in many respects what you might consider aliens or extinct creatures on your plane. Hell Kings have different classifications. There are Conquerors, Punishers and Enders. These are the closest words I can find in your language to translate. All of them are responsible for roles assimilate to their titles. Conquerors are considered lesser Kings. All of their powers are based on invasion of other realms.

she pointed to Nae. “No,” Nae uttered slowly as she realizes what Azrael meant. She thinks she works for her older brother, the King of Hell, Lucifer, “I don’t do that anymore. I was…” she paused as if looking for the exact words, “I was sort of pardoned. I am actually here to get rid of those Demons you were talking about.”

"I don't even know where I am or what I've come here to do. And you're asking me why I'm here?" "You can't come here unless you're either dead or you have a purpose. I doubt it's the former because dead people who end up here don't have a say or make attempt to find an exit. Perhaps, you are my prisoner." He stomped his staff on the ground. The demons started stomping their feet all at once too, as if they had been ordered to do so. "What the ..." "My name is Sathanas and I am the ruler," he raised his staff and spreading his arms, he threw his head backward proudly. "Of hell!" He yelled while his people roared his praises.

They were exactly like the man's from my dream. His lips curled into a smile. Not the smile that made my cheeks go pink, no, not that one. This smile was cold, devour of warmth or humanity. This smile was like a living thing, speaking of many horrors. It continued to stretch across his face until his razor sharp fangs were exposed. No, it can't be. "Y…y…. You're a…." I chocked on the last word. He crouched to my level and grabbed my chin in a gentle hold.