Todos los capítulos de Devil's Groom.: Capítulo 1 - Capítulo 10

CHAPTER: ONE.******Detective Logan O'Brien and his partner Conan Doyle were assigned to a crime scene in the downtown area of Hillburn City. They had both been working in Hillburn for nearly six months now, since his graduation from the academy with honors in homicide. Detective O'Brien was the youngest detective in the HCPD's entire history, so that made him quite popular among those who worked the streets, as well as among detectives of other departments and agencies.Logan didn't care about this fact very much, but Detective Doyle seemed quite fond of it, and they were going to take advantage of his attention to detail.They got out of the car and looked around at the crime scene. They'd arrived late on purpose so that they could see everything, but as they did, Conan noticed something else that caught his eye. "What are you doing?" He questioned. Logan was looking up at the sky, trying not to look too curious as he did so. "I don't know," Logan said simply. He had his gun in hi

CHAPTER: 3*******The sound of the engine rumbling strained the night's quietness, and the screeches of tyres against the asphalt awakened the highway to the single white car bounding down the road. The lights on the dashboard glowed red as they flashed in time with the car’s speedometer. The driver on a mental chase to escape his hellish reality. Just why wouldn't it leave him alone? Hasn't it tormented him enough? Eighteen whole fucking years and it still haunted him. "Fuck!" He cursed, wincing from the sound bouncing off the seats and melting into his ears when his hands came down hard against the steering wheel. Why wouldn't those demonic eyes leave him alone? How pathetic is it that a grown man still runs from such things? But what else is there to do against the eyes? He's fought it since he was a child, tried to push it behind like a bad dream, but nothing would work, if anything, the demon grew stronger and more determined to drive him completely insane. If you're a cowar

Chapter: 5.******The Ceruleanians are known as the White-winged and to the mortals; angels, the bringers of Goodwills, and messengers of the Third Heavens. They Ruled over the Earth and served directly under the Third Heavens. They were the first celestial beings to be created by the Third Heavens after the Gods created the Heavens and Earth. They Ruled over the Earth and served directly under the Third Heavens. Ceruleanians now known as Angels after Obenis Laws, were allowed to have free will, and it was an angel's duty to serve as a messenger and bring good word and knowledge to the humans. And this is precisely what Azrael did for a long time. He traveled across Plains and Planets and brought good tidings to its inhabitants oftentimes helping in escorting Souls of the Dead across the Black Death River.As a busy Angel, Azrael led a decent lifestyle, adored by many, feared by some. He was friendly and well-suited to his job and the people he served. But even then, Azrael had a ten

Chapter: 7.“Happy birthday to you!!!" Voices rang and hands joined together in claps of excitement as the little crowd sang to the boy who sat with a paper hat seated atop his head. A smile so bright it lit up every face that smiled back at him. It was just past midnight on October 20th, but his parents had managed to hold a party with the help of some friends and relatives who were more than happy to help out with the cake, balloons, and lights strung around the room. They were all having fun, laughing, and having a great time singing the birthday song. When his father, a well-known local celebrity, walked through the door holding a small parcel in his hand, he walked to stand beside his wife and joined them in singing for the boy.His father used to be a well-known Educator in the big city before he was born, and after his birth, his mother had suffered some sort of mental illness which resulted in her nearly drowning her son in his bathwater when the boy was six months old. His fa

Chapter: 9.*******Azazel stood above the sleeping man. He was shirtless, and his sleeping pants lined his frame so perfectly that, with his deep vision, Azazel could see just what lay within those silk-white materials. His curly brown hair was tousled and framed his face in a way that made Azazel's skin burn with lust. He took a deep breath of air into his lungs and exhaled with a smirk. "It's not fair," he murmured as he lowered himself and sat beside the sleeping man. His long, slender fingers traced the ridges of scars along Logan's arms, causing a shiver to wrack through him.Azazel could tell the tales hidden behind each scar, from the first one on his left middle finger when he was six. He had cut himself with a knife while trying to slice a rubber apple, as his plastic knives weren't up to the task. The curious boy was bent on knowing what lay within the rubber apple, and there was little to do to stop him from reaching for the knife. The Demon loomed helplessly.After all, t