A cold silence filled the cathedral as Azagthoth walked among the unconscious thralls, his bare feet echoing against the tile floor. He looked around him dispassionately at Nico and Filia's handiwork. His eyes lingered upon the Angels. "The marks actually worked on the Seraphim. How interesting. I was expecting they'd kill you both." Filia was still feeling...
ByHeself's life was like any angels. She saved the souls of the damned, if god told her to. She hunted the demons that came up to Heaven to pull tricks on the innocent souls. She was know for being different. Her ways were unlike any of the other angels. In stead of having pure white wings and her hair being long and blond, she had pale blue wings and her ha...
Annalei, the lovely vampire gazed at her bath. The three tortured souls who had to hold it up for her was a rather nice touch. She smiled at their pained expressions, even as they gazed at her with pain filled lust. Standing naked before them, her pale skin softly shining in the light from Hell's fire. Her jet black hair was tousled from her romp with her s...
Declan the demon was a robust portrait of deception in all of its glory. His hair was light brown, his eyes a bright green. His face was beautiful as only a male who just reached adulthood could be. Smooth, golden skin without a whisker. An aristocratic nose, and lips that were slim. He was barely six feet tall, built like a swimmer. Long, lean muscles corde...
It was near midnight when he pulled the pickup truck into the lower level of the parking garage and found a place well covered by the security cameras as well as within sight of the security guards station. This was not exactly a gentile neighborhood being near the docks and warehouses of the port. He grabbed two large duffle bags from behind the seats of th...
The first posting of this story contained old English dialog and some of the readers suggested that such language detracted from the story and ask that I repost it in modern English. For those who might be interested in reading what my brain has contrived but feel that it could not be help but be sacrilegious, I would say that there is no mention of anything...
Upon the earth, the year is 1814. Here, there are no years. The newcomer walks amidst the fiery clouds and tortured souls; even in death retaining his noble bearing. Comte Donatien Alphonse Francois de Sade, although quite aghast to discover that Hell did, indeed, exist (to say nothing of Heaven, a place whose existence he so contemptuously denied), smiled i...
Satan's elegant, mustachioed face curled in disdain as he set down his espresso cup. "What does Freddie think he's doing? This is cow diarrhea." "Dad, I told you to get the Turkish Coffee," the Anti-Christ replied. "Friedrich is no good at Italian stuff, you know that. The antipasto is dreadful, too." "I don't care; if he's not going to do it justice, he...
A phantom wind blew through across the monochrome Prototory reflection of the Saint Bethany's quad, stirring the hair and clothes of those who had them. Lily turned to and fro as she struggled to get a look at her derriere. "Seriously, is my ass big?" "Several thousand years lying dormant and the first thing you care about is how your butt looks," Satan dra...
'Twas a time of kings, Kind Edward IV, Richard III, Henry VII, and the self-professed King William. Happy that Henry was finally home with her, Emma looked forward to having a good night's sleep. It's been a long time since she's slept through the night without waking up screaming. She hoped that she wouldn't have the disturbing dreams, horrible nightmares,...