Romans & histoires Satan Crying

MY BUTTERFLY ****************** CALEB’S POV ****************** My heart is heavy and burdened as I watch the woman who has come to mean everything to me wither away before my eyes. I see her pains and how she tries so hard to hide them with a smile. Sometimes I want to break down and cry but for her, I try to be strong. However when she is not watching I go to a private place and cry. They say strong men do not cry but for Angela’s sake I agree to be a weakling for her sake I agree that I am not man enough.

Well, it's not like I started it. “Ahhh!! What is wrong with me today!” I shouted, jumping onto my bed and flopping down like a little kid having a tantrum. I knew the answer: it was the disgusting sight that fool had forced my beautiful eyes to see. Now I had to sit and eat in front of that man, how did he even do it with that girl, that's probably why she was crying. I guess it must have hurt, which felt truly sickening. The fact that he was the only one who could technically ask for a divorce was so annoying. Maybe I should ask him. Who knows, he might agree to it. —

“Aaagh! Why are immortals so frigging complicated?” “Would you rather we fit neatly into little mortal boxes?” He spoke in a falsetto: “Hello, boys and girls! My name's Satan! I'm the Prince of Darkness and Evil Incarnate. That nice old man over there with a white beard is God. He's your Father, and if you don't believe in him, you'll burn in Hell forever. I'll torture you and roast you up good until your flesh melts on my teeth. Doesn't that sound wonderful? And look over there, at that dead man on a cross- it's Jesus. His Father killed him so he could die for your sins.”

The cold air was a slap, scouring away the stifling, recycled atmosphere of the boardroom. And there, alone with the keening wind and the distant sirens, Sabatine broke. It wasn’t a dramatic collapse. He didn’t slump or cry out. He simply leaned his forearms on the cold metal railing, bowed his head, and let the silent tears come. They were hot and furious, scouring tracks down his cheeks before the wind chilled them to ice. He wasn’t crying because of Roland Cross. The man’s poison was just noise. He wasn’t crying from the stress or the fear of the past days, though that was a part of the bedrock. He was crying because of Anton.

I've encountered this demon. Satan. I'm sweating profusely, my heart is pounding, I'm furious. I hate him so much. He comes out of the shower and walks towards me. - Can you untie me? - No, - No? - Yes, you'll stay like this all night. - You are disgusting, selfish, and... - Damn it, Sibelle, - Damn you, sir, damn you, damn you. - I see you have energy to spare, my dear....

Lucifer’s cat, which used to only meow, now used a masculine sound. “Ah... you don’t want to share your fun even a little?” “No, so find or make your fun,” said the black cat as he walked away to follow Felen and Aghnya. Satan chuckled with a wide smile on his lips. His eyes even formed a crescent shape, showing that he was quite amused, although not sure what exactly he was laughing at. “Hm, have fun. Hopefully, the game you created doesn’t turn against you, O my dear brother.” Satan’s words are full of mockery.

I said. Lucian made his way around the front of the bench. I was staring straight ahead so he stopped in front of me. He bent down and I followed him. "You're crying," he said. "I am not," I defended. He touched my face and I realized I was actually crying when he showed me his moist finger. "I didn't even know," I sniffed. "It's alright. People like them have a special place in hell, so you shouldn't worry at all." I stifled a laugh, "How do I know the devil even cares enough to punish them? What if they seek redemption or some other crap?"

I took the leap of faith and screamed at the top of my lungs, hoping an angel would listen to me and come for help. I yelled through the blocking object and the angel came. Yes, it was here to help; either to take my soul away or stop the torture. Right then, I heard sirens activating and buzzing to deafen humans. Oh, I wasn’t going to die today, angels had mercy on me. God was great.

“Prepare me Sathe…if you don’t, I won’t be able to take something as big as your c*ck.” |-_-| /-_-\ |-_-|

I took Xian's suggestion and carried out his request. "I want you to envision a desolate location devoid of the sun, the moon, any other buildings, or any other human habitations. I want you to envision a planet devoid of hope. I want you to see tens of thousands of dead souls walking the earth." In spite of my best efforts, I was unable to exactly picture what Xian had said. Minutes turned into hours and I was getting frustrated for not being able to access my abilities and do what was told of me. "Here, this is a letter written my Gabriel when he was once alive. Take a sniff at it." Salvatore instructed and I did as was told soon managing to get myself into a parallel like universe.