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No one has ever been able to look him in the eye and lived to tell the tale. Even other supernatural beings trembled at the sight of him, and here in the human world, people avoided him because of the dark aura around him, but one girl stood out. The human girl who told him that having a dark aura doesn't make him dangerous. She had said she could be friends with him because she doesn't judge a book by its cover, and she was convinced that Lucas could do more good in the human world. And she said all these, even without the slightest hint of what he was. These words seemed to soften Lucas, who was known to be the devil's son. But can she really tame him? Can she still love him when she finds out that he was pure evil? Can Lucas protect her from harm with all the wrongs he had done in supernatural realm, even the wrongs he had done to his father, the devil?
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THE DEVIL'S LOVE Ā Ā Ā Chapter 57
Hell did not burn the way mortals imagined it. There were no endless lakes of fire, no screaming pits lined with writhing bodies begging for mercy. That was a childās understanding of punishment. A crude interpretation of something far more intricate. Hell wasā¦ deliberate. Alive. Breathing in ways that did not require air. The skyāif it could be called thatāwas not a sky at all, but a fractured expanse of shifting darkness, like glass that had been shattered and rearranged by something with no concept of symmetry. Between those fractures, something glowed faintly, pulsing like veins beneath skinādeep reds, bruised purples, flickers of gold that felt less like light and more like something watching. The ground was worse. It was not solid in the way earth should be. It looked like polished obsidian at first glance, smooth and reflective, but beneath its surface, shadows moved. Not reflectionsāno. Movements. Shapes that twisted and recoiled as though something had been trapped ben
Last Updated : 2026-05-22THE DEVIL'S LOVE Ā Ā Ā Chapter 56
The rain had started sometime before dawn.At first, it was gentleāsoft taps against the window, like someone asking politely to be let in. But as the hours passed, it grew heavier, louder, until it consumed everything. It drowned out the city noise, swallowed the world whole, and wrapped Ariaās apartment in a cocoon of gray.She hadnāt gotten out of bed.Not because she couldnātābut because she didnāt have the strength to.The blanket was pulled up to her chin, her body curled inward as though trying to protect something fragile inside her. Her phone lay beside her, screen dark now, but not long ago it had lit up with Markās name.āHey. Itās pouring. I can pick you up if you want.āHis voice had been warm. Easy. Safe.She had hesitated.For a second too long.Then she remembered.The demon guards.Across the street. Always watching. Always reporting.And more than thatāLucas.The thought of accepting a ride from Mark feltā¦ wrong. Not because she owed Lucas anything. Not after the way
Last Updated : 2026-05-20THE DEVIL'S LOVE Ā Ā Ā Chapter 55
Distance, Lucas had learned, was a discipline.Not weakness.Not surrender.But discipline.And he was very, very good at it.******Weeks had passed since the argument.Not resolved.Not forgotten.Justā¦ left where it had fallenālike broken glass neither of them wanted to pick up.Aria hadnāt come to him.That, more than anything, was what lingered.She hadnāt come back to explain herself.Hadnāt reached for him the way she used to when something unsettled her.InsteadāShe continued.Living her life.Going to school.Laughing.Smiling.And increasinglyāSpending time with him.She had chosen to spend time with her new found friend, than to come to him.As she should have.******Lucas had not interfered.Not once.Not openly.Not in a way she could see.Because he had made a decision.If she needed himāShe would come.And when she didāHe would be there.As he always was.As he always would be.But that didnāt mean he wasnāt watching.He had instructed the demon guards to watch her
Last Updated : 2026-05-19THE DEVIL'S LOVE Ā Ā Ā Chapter 54
The morning feltā¦ different.Not like other mornings when Aria would lay in Lucas's arms, talking about random things. Or the mornings when she'd wait patiently while Lucas made breakfast.This morning was too different.Justāoff.Aria moved quickly around the room, her energy lighter than usual, almost buzzing beneath her skin as she pulled on her shoes and reached for her bag. There was a quiet excitement in her chest she hadnāt felt in a long time.Something simple.Something normal.And she liked it.A lot.āI donāt like it.āLucasās voice cut through the space before she even reached the door.Aria paused, her hand hovering midair before she slowly turned to look at him.He was watching her.Not casually.Not the way he usually didāwith that quiet, steady calm that made everything feel grounded.This was different.His gaze was sharper.More focused.Suspicious.āā¦Donāt like what?ā she asked carefully.āThe way youāre eager to leave.āHer brows pulled together slightly. āIām not
Last Updated : 2026-05-17THE DEVIL'S LOVE Ā Ā Ā Chapter 43
The massive gates of the throne room closed behind Lucas with a thunderous boom that echoed through the dark corridors of Hell.For a moment, he simply stood there.His chest burned where Lucifer's power had crushed the air from his lungs. The pain in his ribs throbbed with every breath he took, bu
Last Updated : 2026-04-05THE DEVIL'S LOVE Ā Ā Ā Chapter 36
Aria felt it before she heard anything_the suffocating presence of Selene. She didn't need to be told before she knew that the goddess was back from the witch haunt. She stepped out of the room to see her walking down the corridor like a storm that had learned how to wear skin. There was a wild spl
Last Updated : 2026-04-01THE DEVIL'S LOVE Ā Ā Ā Chapter 33
The chamber was unnervingly silent. The kind of silence that presses against your chest and makes every heartbeat feel like a warning. Lucas stood by the tall arched window, his back rigid, shoulders tensed. Moonlight poured in, painting his form in silver, and shadows highlighting the taut muscles
Last Updated : 2026-03-31THE DEVIL'S LOVE Ā Ā Ā Chap 32
Levi held the car door for her, and helped her get in. As the car doors clicked shut, and the engine came alive with Levi behind the wheel, Aria let out a breath. All these while, she had been worried that the witches would catch up with her, but now she was out of harm's way. What excited her more
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