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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
REBIRTH OF THE PATHETIC HUSBAND Enough Games
I clenched my fists, sick of the sound of his voice. “That’s enough talking,” I growled, my patience burned to ash.Beelzebub arched an amused brow, his smirk widening into a wicked grin. “Oh?” he said, voice dripping with mockery.And then—before I could blink—he was right in front of me.I didn’t see it coming.His fist was already cocked back, a dark blur of raw power surging toward my face. My instincts screamed, but it was too late to dodge. I barely had time to flinch when—WHAM!Lilith shoved me with a desperate cry, placing herself between me and the blow. Her fist met his just in time, the impact of their clash sending a deafening boom through the room. The force hurled her like a missile across the space, her body crashing into the far wall and leaving a jagged crater that split the concrete like paper.Everything happened in an instant, as if time had shattered and rewound on itself. Like watching gods duel at the speed of thought. My heart raced, and my feet moved before m
REBIRTH OF THE PATHETIC HUSBAND The King Of Hell
"Enough games," he growled. Then—he moved. Faster than before. Faster than anything I'd ever seen.Lilith barely had time to raise her daggers before Beelzebub's fist slammed into her stomach with the force of a falling star. The air exploded from her lungs as she doubled over—but before she could recover, his knee cracked upward into her jaw, snapping her head back with a sickening crunch. "LILITH!" I roared, surging forward— But Beelzebub wasn't done. His hand shot out, seizing her by the throat, lifting her off the ground as she gasped, her claws raking uselessly against his arm. "You were always too proud," he snarled, his grip tightening. "Too arrogant. Just like him." Then— WHAM! He slammed her into the ground beside me with enough force to split the earth. The impact sent tremors rippling outward, dust and debris exploding into the air. I dropped to my knees beside her, my hands hovering over her battered form. Her wings were crumpled, one horn snapped at the
REBIRTH OF THE PATHETIC HUSBAND It's Only The Beginning
The moment Lucifer's presence surged through me, the world bent. Reality itself groaned under the weight of our unleashed power. Beelzebub barely had time to rise from the crater before I—we—were upon him. "You should have stayed in the shadows, traitor," Lucifer's voice snarled through my lips. Our fist smashed into Beelzebub's jaw with the force of a collapsing star. His head snapped back, black blood spraying as he rocketed through the air—but before he could crash, my wings blurred, and I was there, intercepting him mid-flight with a brutal knee to his spine. The impact sent him hurtling back toward the earth like a meteor. The ground exploded upon impact, the shockwave flattening the remnants of the mansion, sending boulders tumbling like pebbles. But Beelzebub wasn't done. "You think borrowed power can stop me?!" he roared, erupting from the rubble in a storm of black fire. His wings, now fully extended, blotted out the sky as he slammed into me with the force of a fre
REBIRTH OF THE PATHETIC HUSBAND Back To The Real Deal
The fire within me slowly dimmed as I felt Lucifer’s presence slipping away. The raw, surging power that had filled my limbs, that had made me more than human, began to ebb. I gasped and staggered, my knees buckling beneath me as I lost all strength.Suddenly, I felt myself falling—but I never hit the ground.“John!” Lilith’s voice rang out, laced with panic and relief. She caught me just in time, her arms wrapping around me, cradling me gently as if I were glass.I looked up at her through blurred vision. My entire body screamed in pain. My bones throbbed. My muscles burned. I was weak—so incredibly weak—and the world around me spun in circles.“You... risked your life for me,” she whispered with a shaky smile, her eyes shining with emotion. Her face, though smeared with ash and blood, was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.I mustered a faint smile, my voice barely above a whisper. “That’s what any husband... would do for his wife…”And then the dizziness fully consumed me. Dark
REBIRTH OF THE PATHETIC HUSBAND Falling Into My Web
Lilith rose from her seat slowly, her eyes never leaving mine. “So… the game begins again,” she said, her voice low, touched with both intrigue and warning.I stood from the bed, though my limbs still ached faintly from the earlier battle. My body wasn’t fully recovered, but my mind… it was sharper than ever.I walked toward the full-length mirror near the dresser, gazing at my reflection—my posture confident, my eyes cold. Nikolai Volkov was back. Calculating. Merciless. Unstoppable.“I was never out of the game,” I said without looking away from the mirror. “I just… took a detour.”Lilith walked toward me, her long raven hair trailing behind her like a shadow. “Are you sure you can juggle both wars?” she asked. “Hell’s flame and human revenge don’t always mix.”I turned to face her. “This isn’t just about revenge anymore,” I said. “It’s about finishing what I started. The Prestwicks destroyed me. I want them to feel what I felt. Every scream. Every tear. Every ounce of betrayal.”He
REBIRTH OF THE PATHETIC HUSBAND Don't Take It Off
We exited the restaurant under the golden veil of the streetlights, her heels clicking gently beside me as I escorted her like the perfect gentleman I pretended to be. Eleanor’s hand remained in mine, but now her grip was firmer, almost possessive—as if afraid I might slip away and this intoxicating night would dissolve like a dream.Outside, my car gleamed like a sin waiting to be committed. Eleanor’s eyes widened as we approached it.“This is yours?” she asked, breathless.I chuckled, the sound low and effortless. “Of course. You think I’d let a woman like you step into anything less than divine?”Her cheeks flushed. She tried to hide her smile, but failed.I opened the door for her and leaned in close, whispering, “After you, milady.”As she slid into the passenger seat, her skirt rode up just enough for me to catch a glimpse of her thighs—long, smooth, and absolutely tempting. I closed the door gently, then walked around and got in, firing the engine to life. It roared like a beas
REBIRTH OF THE PATHETIC HUSBAND The Devilish Plan
“Don’t take it off,” I whispered, my lips grazing her ear. My voice was a growl, a command laced with promise. She shivered, her body trembling under my touch, and I grinned, feeling her surrender begin.I climbed off the bed, my eyes never leaving her. She lay there blindfolded, her chest rising and falling rapidly, her body exposed and vulnerable. I walked to the table, my footsteps echoing in the silent room. My phone was there, and I picked it up, my fingers moving swiftly to set it to record. I angled it toward the bed, ensuring the camera captured every inch of her. Exhibitionism had always been a fantasy of mine, and now, with her blindfolded and unaware, it was mine to indulge.I returned to the bed, my movements deliberate, my eyes dark with intent. I began to undress, my clothes falling to the floor one by one. My shirt hit the ground first, followed by my pants, leaving me in nothing but my boxers. I could feel her watching, even though she couldn’t see, her senses heighten
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You're Not John!
“Welcome home, Master John,” a mechanical voice greeted as the door slid open.I stepped inside and shut the door behind me. The moment it clicked closed, the lights flickered on automatically.I nearly jumped when I saw a figure lounging on the couch. A woman. Calm. Comfortable. As if she belonged there.But it wasn’t fear that widened my eyes—it was recognition.The face.That face.There was no way I could forget it. Not in this life or the last.I was far too shocked to speak when I saw her face. My heart skipped a beat, my breath caught in my throat. It wasn’t fear or surprise that froze me—it was disbelief. I whispered under my breath, “Lilith…”It was her face. The face of Lilith—the Queen of Hell, the wife of Lucifer. The woman I had once loved in my past life. The woman I failed to protect. The woman who had died in my arms as the fire of Hell crumbled around us both. I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. How could this be?I took a step closer, still dazed. “Lilith… is that
The Woman
I was still confused. I opened my mouth to speak, to ask what was going on, when the man in the expensive suit turned toward the doctor beside me. “Can he be discharged now?” he asked, his voice calm, authoritative—like he was used to commanding a room and being obeyed. The doctor hesitated for a brief moment. His eyes narrowed slightly as he looked at me, scanning my expression, perhaps sensing my confusion. Then he let out a slow breath and said, “Yes… but he needs to come back tomorrow for a check-up. No excuses.” The man smiled faintly, then turned his sharp gaze back to me. “We’ve got work to do, my boy,” he said with a smirk, tapping two fingers against the metal railing of the bed. “I’ll be waiting for you outside.” I managed a stiff nod, still trying to understand what I had just heard. I watched as he turned and walked out of the room, his polished shoes clicking against the floor until the door shut gently behind him. The moment it clicked closed, I turned to t
REBORN
Darkness faded from my eyes. I gasped—my breath sharp, desperate—as I suddenly found myself standing on both feet. But it wasn’t the ruined city anymore. It wasn’t fire. It wasn’t blood. It was… somewhere else.I turned slowly, my legs unsteady, and realized I was standing in a hall. A hall so unimaginably vast it made me feel microscopic. The floor beneath me shimmered like molten gold, pulsing softly with light that didn’t cast shadows. The walls—if there were walls—were distant, hazy, too far to truly perceive. The ceiling… if it existed, must’ve brushed eternity itself. It was endless. Infinite. Breathtaking. Then I looked around— And my heart nearly exploded. Angels. Not statues. Not visions. Not the kind imagined by painters or poets. Real angels. My knees buckled. I almost screamed from the shock. My eyes widened so hard they stung, my jaw hung open in disbelief. You wouldn’t believe what I saw. They stood—no, towered—each of them easily over ten feet tall, some rea
Getting To The Bottom
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
