Fuck Anton Lavey
You're the reason edgy motherfuckers are a thing
Anyone who bought your bible is a damn fake
(Rest in piss!)
I hope your followers hang
On a rope, ay~•°•~•°•~•°•~•°•~
He couldn't take his eyes away. Her back arching as she screamed her throat raw, her face red, her veins even more prominent under her skin. He smirked, the evil glint on his red eyes were terrific. The doctors paid no attention to him, in the corner of the room in his suit and bleached blond hair, crossed arms and enticed look. In no time, light cries of a baby echoed through the small, mainly quiet room. He stared at the baby, obvious enthusiasm over his gaze as he tightened his arms around himself before dropping them to his side. He padded up to the doctors slowly, reaching one hand up to touch his son's head.
His fingertips slowly traced the little hair that the small baby had there, his eyes of amazement turned to the doctor, that watched him fondly. His smirk widened, his wide eyes making him seem innocent; the devilish stare swimming around his iris told another story.
"Can I hold him?" He asked. The nurse bit her lip and shook her head lightly.
"The mother's supposed to hold the child first." Her stare was apologetic. His smile faltered, his eyes darkened.
With one single swing of his finger, the flatline was heard all around. Her eyes widened, head whiplashing to gaze at the dead woman on the hospital bed.
"We're losing her!" One of the doctors shouted. The nurse didn't think twice; she thrust the baby into the man's hands and hurried up to help. He smirked again.
With one arm he held the wailing baby, his other one holding his hand up as he gently traced his fingertips over his chubby little cheeks. Yeah, the baby was still dirty with blood but he didn't mind. He finally had his freedom on his hands. The Devil chuckled.
He stared at his son as he began walking away, ignoring how one of the nurses saw and began coming after him. As soon as the nurse rounded the corner, she blinked. She looked around quickly, her eyes widening. Oh god, she better not get fired. She ran to the closest table to get the security.
Even after the long search, that man was nowhere to be seen.
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As he shrugged the suit in, his eyes focused on his own movements through the mirror, a soft look on his eyes. Finally.
"You are not supposed to be here," someone said behind him. The devil glanced at the person through the mirror, quirking one eyebrow. He smirked devilishly, shrugging. He finished fixing the collar of his button-up shirt, turning to look at the person and crossing his arms, tilting his head. His smirk widened.
"Nor are you," he hummed. The possessed woman's body remained still, her eyes a bright glowing yellow all over her orbs.
"It is not time yet," was said through gritted teeth. "You are not supposed to wander through the earth!"
He let out a low chuckle, uncrossing his arms and padding up to the woman, which remained motionless. He sighed, staring right into the eyes of someone who once was family. His eyes began changing, turning into a soft shade of red until it became a strong red colour.
"But it is time," he said softly, his smile becoming unbearable wide. "Soon enough all of this will burn down," he whispered. "And none of you will be able to stop it."
His smile was wicked, and he gave the other one no time to answer, his body tensed then he began to run towards the wide window on the hotel, jumping up and breaking through it. The woman's eyes widened, and she ran up to the window, seeing as the devil himself shifted so he was falling backwards. His smirk never left, though. He waved once, and then, his body crashed down, breaking through the hotel's entrance's ceiling, leaving a big dirty fog mess to everyone that was around. They gasped and waited, concerned and curious.
Once the fog was down, they all seemed pretty confused, wondering what the hell happened then.
There was nothing on the ground but the broke ceiling. The woman narrowed her eyes, gripping the window tightly.
Then it all began.
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This one is so short omg I'm sorry
Can y'all guess who the devil is? *pretends I didn't make it obvious*
I'm trying to make longer chapters but I couldn't figure out how to start this one so it got a big mess tbh.
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Doomed (Fransykes)
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