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REBIRTH OF THE PATHETIC HUSBAND The Perfect Illusion
Eleanor's lips parted slightly, her breath hitching as the weight of my words settled over the table like a veil of tension. Her mother’s smile widened, slow and calculating, a queen contemplating her next move on the chessboard. It was almost amusing—how easily they fell for the illusion, how seamlessly they accepted the existence of Nikolai Volkov, the wealthy heir with an insatiable charm. They had no idea what lurked beneath this mask. Eleanor tilted her head, studying me, searching for any trace of insincerity. “You… would love to replace him?” she repeated, her voice soft yet laced with intrigue. I smiled, allowing a hint of amusement to slip through. “Why not? A woman like you shouldn’t be alone for too long. It would be a shame.” Mrs. Prestwick let out a delicate chuckle, sipping from her wineglass as though she had just witnessed a winning hand at a high-stakes game. “Well, Mr. Volkov, you certainly don’t waste time,” she mused. “I must say, it’s… refreshing.” Eleanor
REBIRTH OF THE PATHETIC HUSBAND Lilith's Seduction
Lilith swirled the deep red wine in her glass, her sharp eyes never leaving mine. The dim lighting inside the limo cast shadows across her face, making her beauty seem almost otherworldly. She took a slow sip before setting the glass down, leaning closer, her voice a soft purr. “So,” she murmured, tilting her head. “What exactly do you have planned for your revenge, John?” I smirked, running a hand through my perfectly styled hair as I let my head rest against the seat. “Oh, Lilith,” I said smoothly. “Revenge is a dish best served cold, but I intend to serve it frozen. Painfully frozen.” Her red lips curled, intrigued. “Mmm… I love the sound of that. But specifics, darling. Give me something juicy.” I exhaled slowly, letting my fingers drum against my knee as I thought about my next moves. “Eleanor,” I said, her name tasting bitter on my tongue. “I loved her once. I loved her enough that I refused to divorce her, even when she begged for it. And what did I get in return? Disgu
REBIRTH OF THE PATHETIC HUSBAND Daring Lucifer
The moment we were inside, the air seemed to thicken, charged with anticipation. I set her down, but only for a moment, because the next thing I knew, her lips were on mine, hungry and demanding. Her kiss was fierce, her tongue tangling with mine as her hands clawed at my shirt, tearing it open in her haste. I didn’t stop her. I couldn’t stop her. I was too far gone, too consumed by the fire she’d ignited.I pushed her back against the nearest wall, my hands roaming over her body like I was starving and she was the only meal. Her dress was a hindrance, and I wasted no time in pulling it up, baring her to my gaze. Her skin was flawless, her curves a temptation I couldn’t resist. I pressed my lips to her neck, her shoulder, her collarbone, tasting her, memorizing her with my mouth.Lilith moaned, her head falling back against the wall as she arched into my touch. “John,” she breathed, her voice thick with desire. “Don’t stop.”I didn’t intend to. My hands slid down to her thighs, pushin
REBIRTH OF THE PATHETIC HUSBAND Lucifer's Son
I smirked, stepping closer to the mirror, placing my palms flat against the cold glass. Lucifer’s smirk mirrored mine, but there was something deeper in his expression—something unreadable.I tilted my head. "You sound bitter, Lucifer. What, did you think I wouldn't touch her?"His smirk widened, slow and deliberate. "Oh, I expected it." His voice was deep, velvety, laced with amusement. "Lilith is… indulgent. She enjoys beautiful things. And right now, you happen to be one of them."I chuckled. "Glad to know I have your blessing."Lucifer’s red eyes gleamed. "Blessing?" He let out a dark laugh. "I don’t deal in blessings, John. Only contracts. And you, my dear boy, are bound to me in ways you don’t even understand yet."I leaned in slightly, my reflection doing the same, our faces nearly touching through the glass. "Lilith mentioned there are other reasons why you bought my soul. Why you gave me a second chance."Lucifer gave a slow nod, his gaze never leaving mine."That’s correct."
REBIRTH OF THE PATHETIC HUSBAND Embracing The Devil's Powers
Lilith burst into the bathroom, her silk robe slipping off one shoulder, eyes wide with concern. “What’s going on?” she asked, her voice sharp but laced with tension. The flickering candlelight danced on her pale skin as the power outage persisted, casting long shadows against the walls.I turned from the mirror, the water still dripping from my face. “Your son sent legions,” I said bluntly, my voice calm despite the storm brewing outside. “They’re here… to capture you.”Her eyes widened in raw disbelief. “Lucenzo…” she whispered, the name trembling from her lips like a forbidden curse.I raised a brow, smirking. “So that’s his name. Lucenzo, huh? Well, your loving son is out for blood. Lucifer said your powers are getting weaker. You should stay in. Let me handle the legions… or whatever.”Lilith stepped forward, her expression sharp with defiance. “You don’t know what you’re talking about,” she snapped. “These aren’t just some demons crawling out of the pit. These are the Legions —
REBIRTH OF THE PATHETIC HUSBAND Wanting Her
The night twisted around me like a living thing—black clouds curling above, thunder growling low in the heavens. The wind was thick with ash and smoke from the shockwave I had unleashed. And there they stood: the remaining legions—nine of them now—fanned out across the rooftop, snarling and brandishing hell-forged weapons, their grotesque forms shimmering with demonic energy.But I…I was different.No longer bleeding. No longer broken. I stood in the air, hovering above them like a god descending from war. My wings stretched far and wide—shadowy blades themselves. In my hands, the flaming twin swords pulsed as if they fed on my fury. The power humming in my chest was not borrowed.It was *mine* now.I raised one of the swords and pointed it down.“Come.”They didn’t need another invitation.The first demon lunged—a beast three times my size, with horns twisted like a crown of thorns and an axe as wide as a car door.I didn’t move.I let him come.At the last second, I shifted to th
REBIRTH OF THE PATHETIC HUSBAND Only The Beginning
Lilith's lips ghosted over my skin just below my jaw, and I felt my breath hitch, my heart pounding against my ribs like it wanted out. The tension was unbearable now—every second charged with an unspoken hunger that we were both too proud to admit was real.I tilted her chin up with one hand, locking my eyes into hers. “You’re dangerous,” I whispered, not sure if it was a compliment or a warning.“So are you,” she breathed back, lips brushing mine. “That’s what makes this so… irresistible.”I didn’t respond with words. Instead, I closed the distance between us in two long strides, my hands gripping her waist as I pulled her against me. Her body fit perfectly against mine, her curves pressing into my chest and hips. I could feel her trembling, not from fear, but from something raw and primal. My lips crashed down onto hers in a kiss that was anything but gentle. It was savage, hungry, like two starving beasts finally finding their prey.Her mouth opened beneath mine, her tongue tangli
REBIRTH OF THE PATHETIC HUSBAND Beelzebub
The sunlight spilled through the tall windows like golden syrup, landing directly across my face and dragging a low groan from my throat. My eyes squinted against the brightness, and I shifted slightly under the sheets, muscles sore, body still humming with the aftershock of everything that had happened.Another groan escaped as I sat upright, running a hand through my hair. I blinked several times, trying to adjust to the light, and instinctively looked to my side.But Lilith was gone.My brows furrowed. The sheets where she’d lain were cold. I glanced around the room—and that’s when I noticed something even stranger.The broken window from last night? Fixed. Completely restored, as though the shards of glass and the chaos from the demon battle never happened. The bloodstains, the debris… all gone. The room was immaculate. Not a single sign of the carnage or the wild, intense night that had followed.It was as if reality itself had wiped away the past.I slowly swung my legs over the
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The world around us was dying — but all that mattered to me was the fire burning inside my chest. Curiosity. Rage. Confusion. Why? Why was this happening? Why me?I stood there, breathing hard, blood dripping from my knuckles, my sword humming with fury. I couldn’t hold it in anymore.I narrowed my eyes at Lucifer, who stood hunched and breathing heavily, his monstrous wings twitching. His obsidian skin cracked and bled rivers of molten light. He was injured — finally. I stepped toward him, my voice a snarl, a roar that shook the shattered ground beneath our feet."What the fuck is your plan, Lucifer?!" I bellowed. "What are you really trying to gain from this?! WHY?! WHAT THE HELL IS THE POINT OF ALL THIS?!"I couldn’t stand it. The need to know was burning me alive. It was eating at me, tearing my mind apart from the inside. I had to know. Lucifer smirked through bloodied teeth — that same smug, infuriating look.
JUST GETTING STARTED
I tossed the mortal aside like trash, his broken body thudding lifelessly against the scorched ground.My wings flared wide, dripping rivers of molten fire, as I rose slowly to meet Lucifer’s gaze. The air between us shimmered with heat and power, the very fabric of reality groaning under the weight of our presence."You always did love to watch," I growled, my voice a deep, rumbling snarl that made the earth beneath us quake. "Like some damned voyeur, marveling at the destruction you set in motion but never dirtying your own perfect hands."Lucifer chuckled — a low, rich sound that coiled like smoke around the battlefield. "Oh, but you do it so beautifully," he said, spreading his arms as if to display the carnage around us like an artist unveiling a masterpiece. "Why should I sully the spectacle? You, my dear monster, have become everything I ever hoped for."I surged upward, a blur of rage and flame, meeting him in the sky with a th
THE END OF ME
The sky ripped apart. Thunder split the clouds as I slammed into Lucifer, both of us moving faster than the eye could track. The first punch connected with his jaw, snapping his head sideways with the sound of breaking cinderblocks. The second — straight to the gut — bent him double, the shockwave splintering the concrete for a hundred yards around us. The third, a brutal overhead hammer blow, drove him through the earth like a meteor, the ground erupting upward in a tower of flame and broken rock.I hit the ground after him, dust and debris raining around me. Before he could recover, I grabbed his leg and swung him like a weapon, smashing his body through entire buildings — glass, steel, and rebar exploding outward like shrapnel.People screamed — a sick, distant sound.Their screams were cut short as the ruins collapsed in the shockwaves. I didn't care. I couldn't afford to. I threw him into the air. He twisted mid-flight, blood arcing from his mouth, an
I VERSUS LUCIFER
The moment I stepped forward, the world itself seemed to recoil. Every soldier instinctively stepped back, a primal, animal fear overwhelming their so-called "training". But it was already far, far too late. I moved. Fast. Terrifyingly fast. A flash of hellfire and hate. I tore through the first line of tanks like they were made of wet paper, my flaming gauntlets smashing into the armored steel with such force that entire battalions were sent flying, twisting midair like broken toys, before exploding into fireballs. I leapt, a streak of flaming rage, crashing down into a cluster of soldiers. The impact shattered the ground into a crater dozens of meters wide, annihilating everything caught within the shockwave. Men screamed. Vehicles toppled. Towers crumbled. I swung my arms in a wide arc, sending waves of molten earth and sizzling debris outward like a tidal wave. The sold
BLOOD AND FEAR
The earth itself screamed as I stepped forward, each stride radiating waves of destructive power that cracked the ground, shattered windows, and set the air ablaze. Thunder roared, the clouds above blackened and twisted, swirling into a furious vortex that blotted out the sun. A blood-red glow seeped from the heavens, casting everything in a sick, apocalyptic light. The humans nearby—those foolish enough to still be close—fell to their knees, clutching their heads, screaming, unable to bear the sheer, choking aura of wrath pouring off me. Birds dropped dead from the sky. Trees caught fire without even being touched. I was no longer just a being. I was cataclysm. I was the end.Lucenzo tried to push himself up, coughing blood, bones audibly snapping inside his body with every movement. His eyes, wild and full of terror, locked on me.I dragged the Warhammer behind me, its head tearing deep scars into the earth, flames trailing like the tail of a comet. Every rune on my gaun
The fury of a god
Lucenzo sneered, then with a cruel flick of his wrist, tossed Lilith’s broken body toward me like discarded waste.I caught her in my arms—light as a feather now, fragile, her warmth already fading.Her lips trembled as she looked up at me. Her once-bright eyes were dulling, but in their depths still shimmered the last flicker of life… for me.A soft, heartbreaking smile curved her lips.She reached up with one trembling hand, brushing her fingers across my face, streaking my cheek with her blood. “I… I’m glad I met you,” she whispered, her voice barely audible above the crackling embers around us. “I’ll… remember every moment we… spent together.”Her chest rose in a weak breath. Then she coughed, and a spray of blood hit my armor.Her lips quivered again. “I… I love you…”And then her hand fell limply from my cheek— Her eyes closed— Her body slumped—And she died in my arms.I didn’t move. I didn’t breathe. I just stared.The world around me vanished. Sound disappeared. Tim
THE END OF HER
The moment Lucenzo finished speaking, the world detonated into chaos.He lunged.The ground cracked beneath his weight as he launched forward like a cannonball wrapped in hellfire. His claws cleaved through the air with such force they created shockwaves that shattered every remaining window in the throne room. I leapt into the air just before the floor where I stood exploded under his strike, sending molten debris flying like shrapnel.Boom.Lucenzo’s claw narrowly missed my chest and instead carved a flaming trench through the stone wall behind me. The entire castle trembled. With a spin mid-air, I drove my golden sword down, slicing toward his exposed shoulder—but he blocked with one of his grotesque, bone-wrapped wings. The impact was thunderous, throwing both of us in opposite directions, smashing through pillars and statues.I skidded across the blackened marble, sparks flying from beneath my boots, and stopped just as he came charg
THE REAL BATTLE
Smoke and ash danced around me like phantoms as I rose from the crater I had made, wings unfurled behind me—one feathered and radiant like sunlight pierced through a storm, the other a bat-like veil of shadows and flame. The ground trembled beneath my feet, rivers of molten hellfire surging as if Hell itself feared what I had become.The remaining demons stared at me in horror—those who hadn’t already fled. Massive horned beasts with molten skin, fanged serpents with human arms, twisted hybrids of flesh and metal—all once proud gatekeepers of Lucenzo’s domain… now reduced to prey.I gripped my swords tighter, and the blades reacted—flaring to life. The black one hissed and spat fire as if eager for more blood, while the golden one sang with a divine hum, pulsing like a heartbeat.One of the larger demons roared and charged. A mountain of muscle and spikes, it held a flail made from linked skulls. With a howl that shook the dead towers, it brought the weapo
COMING FOR THE THRONE
The moment I landed, Hell welcomed me like a breath of poison.The air was thick—choking with sulfur, scorched ashes, and the scent of ancient blood. The sky above was a burning scar of red and black, swirling with storm clouds that bled fire. Lightning cracked through it, but it wasn’t ordinary lightning—it was alive, screaming with tortured souls every time it struck the molten ground.Everywhere I looked, there were hellish structures—twisted spires of obsidian, towers forged from bone and black steel, bridges hanging by chains over rivers of lava, and demonic creatures crawling along the walls like oversized insects. The architecture looked like it had been designed to inflict madness on the mind. There were no right angles, no symmetry—just chaos given form.But it was the castle that caught my eye.It rose in the distance, colossal and ominous, almost scraping the bleeding sky. The thing looked like it had been built from the carcasses of fa
