Todos los capítulos de The Devil's Forbidden Angel: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

I find myself completely under the spell that this delicate creature has put me under. I know that if I count down for but one more second, I shall find myself right where I want to be. In the presence of beauty. I will be completely lost in what is so intoxicating. I can yet not place if it is her scent or her beauty that draws me most. Right here from where I am sitting, I can almost see the hairs on her porcelain skin stand at end as the cool breeze flows over her body.But before I can experience what I have come here for, I am ripped away from her spell as my dear father is calling.Well, one would find that rather peculiar for how would hell make contact with those on earth. The plain answer, they don't. Father, as with every other creature that finds itself as demon, angel, and the devil's son himself, only but communicate with their mind.If father had been able to call me, the man would have known his son is playing on the wrong playground.So, I

Mirabelle…A wondrous beauty.The name compliment the meaning. Yet, I feel it does not describe her beauty to perfect precision. What is perfect precision is watching her as she makes every single move. The way that her fingers flip that page while she is reading, it is done effortlessly and elegantly. When she smiles at something pleasant, it is a curve that happens so naturally, it lights up her face like a million fireflies would light up hell.She is everything a sinful man such as me would like to have in his presence. Yet, I do have her in my presence for only now, for only until she stops reading or when the sun starts fading.  I can say with certainty now that she will come to this park very often, hopefully, every day, and that there gives me a reason. But I have one problem.I need to hunt a demon.But I do not listen. I am sitting here and getting lost in an angel's eyes. That awkward feeling in my heart has not once faded when she c

I find myself standing in the darkness of an alley. The trail of the demon has brought me to this very spot where I have found some remains of the human that he had only but slaughtered hours before.While I let my guard down for but one second to bend down, I hear a scuffle behind me. As my senses peak and I take in my surroundings, I rise to my feet, and as I spin on my heels, I am faced with the very thing that has crept up behind me.“My dear man, what can I help you with?”He only but smirks as he raises his hand and points a gun firmly into my chest, “Your wallet, now.”Rather startled at his boldness, I step one step back, only raising my voice with one pitch louder, “I am afraid you are trying to rob the wrong man.”He growls at me while he presses his gun even deeper against my chest. “I said your wallet.”And it is just then that I see what is lurking behind him. Well, I did not quite

The Devil thrives on secrets, secrets, and sins. That is what drives you straight to Hell, the things that your mind desire; those are the things that doom you one day. Me, personally, I do enjoy a good secret; I can, with the utmost confidence, turn whatever you are keeping silent and turn it into your destruction.Now, if you do say that there is something that you need to tell me, I immediately get that excitement that builds from deep within the ruthless parts of me, those deep dark places that need to feed on the suffering and pain. It is a yearning to that desires all the forbidden.And it is with this yearning, this desire to have a blissful sin uttered in my ears, that I am eagerly slip on one of my best suits. With one satisfied yet eagerly sneaky smile, I give myself a once over in the tall mirror. Dressed in all black, a suit soft and silk to the touch, I fix my hair for what has now been almost the tenth time. For one that has been tossing in a bed that he

There is a sting that sets my body on fire, and it is not a fire caused by Mirabelle. Her sweet lips that were only but a few seconds against my skin has now been replaced by the firm fist of a man.Only caught off guard for but a brief moment, I rise from my seat and turn to face the man who has been so bold to throw a punch in my direction, especially when I was not looking.Now there is a raging boiling that is starting to build in my core, and I can feel it spill and rush through every vein. It hits my heart like a wildfire and sets my eyes alight. The beast has been awakened. I do not know this man, but he shall pay.But just as I start to advance, I have Mirabelle pulling me back, “Please, Damien, don’t.” She stutters, and then she mumbles; from underneath her sobs, I hear her softly speak. “This is my husband, Mark.”Well, I do frankly not care if the man was the fucking pope; he has just attacked me for no reason. Yes