All Chapters of The Devil’s Boy: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

22 Chapters

Prologue

LucaI stood there for five minutes pretending to choose between two brands I couldn’t afford. They were both cardboard and regret in a box, but one was cheaper by twenty-nine cents, and that twenty-nine cents meant I could get two eggs instead of one. My left boot had a rip along the side. I’d stepped in a puddle an hour ago, and now my sock squelched with every motion. I didn’t want to move too fast. It made the wet slap louder.I had five dollars and sixteen cents. A loaf of bread. One onion. Three packs of ramen because they were ten for a dollar, and I told myself it was “stocking up,” like some kind of prepper. Like I wasn’t just broke and starving and trying to make it look like a choice.When I reached the front counter, the clerk didn’t even look up. Just scanned the barcode off the limp bread like he’d seen a hundred other losers walk through that door tonight. Which, to be fair, he probably had.The air outside smelled like rot and damp pavement. I held the little brown ba

Last Updated : 2025-05-20

Merchandise

There was a light behind my eyelids. Bright. White.Too bright.My mouth was dry. Limbs heavy. My tongue stuck to the roof of my mouth. Something clung to my temple. My chest ached.Voices.Low. Male.“—delicate, like porcelain.”“He’ll break easy. That’s why he’s valuable.”“Look at that mouth. Small. Pretty.”I blinked. Eyes stinging.Gray ceiling. Cold light. Metal table under me.Two men stood overhead—one bald, tattooed. The other sharp-jawed, sneering. Both gloved.The bald one pinched my chin.I flinched. “E-excuse me—”Before the words even formed, he slapped me hard across the face.Pain bloomed. My ears rang. I fell off the table, landing hard.“Zatknis’, suka,” the bald one muttered.I didn’t know what it meant. I understood the threat.I stayed down, shaking.Then—“Wh-where’s my brother?”No answer.“I-I got a t-text—” I pushed up, dazed. “I-I’m n-not supposed to b-be here. I c-came to f-find—”“Back on the table,” the other man snapped, grabbing me.I twisted free, backin

Last Updated : 2025-05-20

Bought!

Sold.That was it. That one word.No applause. No celebration. Just a finality that hit harder than the lights on my face.“Sold to… Mr. Smiley Face.”The words rang in my earpiece like a bullet casing hitting concrete. I stood there, blinking through the light, swallowing past the acid burning in the back of my throat.The curtain shifted behind me.A hand wrapped around my wrist—cool, elegant, unhurried—and I was pulled back behind the veil like a prop whose scene was over.My feet stumbled. I was weightless.Then I was spun gently, and I came face to face with her.The Fox.Her mask was off now, hanging from her fingers by a thin silver ribbon. And god—she was even more devastating without it. That black hair like a waterfall, sleek and shining. Black eyes under heavy lids, lashes thick, lazy, ringed with dark eyebags that made her look like she hadn’t slept in centuries. A beauty mark sat right above the left curve of her lip like a painted-on sin.She looked… mythic.I swallowed,

Last Updated : 2025-05-20

Crawl

I didn’t move.I didn’t even blink.Just stared at him. At that bag. That ridiculous painted smile stretched across brown paper like a sick joke.I didn’t want to crawl. I wasn’t an animal. I wasn’t a… I wasn’t one of them. I wasn’t supposed to be here.But my knees twitched like they knew what was coming anyway. Like some old part of me—the scared, soft part that knew what fear looked like dressed in quiet smiles—was already preparing.“I said,” he murmured, “crawl.”I flinched.The voice wasn’t raised. Not sharp. Just firm. Deliberate.Like gravity.“I-I…” I started, voice already wobbling, my breath catching in the back of my throat. “I c-can’t…”A pause.Then he tilted his head, just a little. The paper bag crinkled, and for some reason that tiny sound made my stomach twist.“Were you ever punished as a child?” he asked.I blinked. My chest tightened.“I-I d-don’t… what?”“Punished.” He said it casually. Like it was nothing more than asking about the weather. “Spanked? Belt? Knees

Last Updated : 2025-05-20

The devil coos

The marble floor felt chilly beneath Luca, unyielding and harsh against his knees, almost as if it were trying to anchor him down.Kain was just a breath away in his chair, leaning forward with one arm on his knee and the other casually holding onto Luca’s neck. The grip wasn’t aggressive, just firm enough to be controlling. He would tighten it a bit, then relax, as if testing the pressure, as if he relished the sensation.The bag remained over his head, now sagging a little, one corner crumpling where he must have bumped it. Those eyes behind the fabric were unblinking, steady, and observant.Luca stayed silent, lacking the breath to respond. He could feel his pulse racing beneath Kain’s fingers. Each shift of the grip sent a jolt through his back, as if his body sensed impending doom. Yet, Kain never escalated it, just gentle squeezes, intentional pauses, then more silence.“You’re feeling embarrassed,” Kain finally remarked in a calm tone. “But that doesn’t matter to me.”The words

Last Updated : 2025-07-30

The devil’s house

Luca blinked once, twice, and then again. He felt as if his insides had been scraped raw, as if someone had peeled back his skin, leaving his nerves exposed and pulsing in empty air. Each breath was painful. He was lying on something soft, a mattress more luxurious than anything he had ever experienced. The sheets felt sinful, and the pillow cradled his head just too perfectly, as if it was all too intentional.He sat up.The room around him was enormous, with dark wood floors and velvet drapes blocking out any hint of sunlight. The ceiling loomed high, trapping any yells that might escape. Gilded mirrors lined the wall opposite the bed, reflecting glimpses of him, a collarbone, the angle of his throat, hands twisted in bedsheets. He looked haunted in every reflection.His heartbeat quickened.This was not the auction house nor anywhere he recognized. This was somewhere worse.He instinctively grasped his throat. The collar was gone, but faint marks circled his neck like ghostly hands

Last Updated : 2025-07-30

Pet rules

The collar was still there.That was the first thing he noticed. The collar. That darn thing was still around his neck, snug and high, gently constricting him, almost like it was proud of its hold.He instinctively reached for it, hoping that maybe this time the buckle would loosen and fall off, making this whole ordeal feel like just a surreal dream. But no, there was no buckle within reach. No slack. Just skin, sweat, and leather.A sound escaped his throat: a half-cough, half-whimper. It was revolting.The bed had grown cold. Not that he had slept much. He wasn’t sure what time it was, just that he had woken up every twenty minutes or so, frozen in place, the collar pressing into him as if mocking his slumber. It felt like it knew he didn’t belong in a bed like this, that he was still wearing it, still allowing it to remain.God. He should’ve torn it off the moment he woke up. He should’ve fought back last night, should’ve done something, instead of curling up like a broken toy aft

Last Updated : 2025-07-30

New initiates

The door swung open once more.Two men stepped in, one after the other, neither uttering a word. They were dressed in black, similar in style to the woman before, but with distinct accessories, earpieces, gloves, and boots that hinted at authority. One man bore a scar down his chin that looked like it had healed improperly, while the other clutched a clipboard.The one with the clipboard didn’t even glance up. Scar-Chin nodded his head toward the hallway.Luca stood up, his legs protesting the motion, but they carried him forward. What choice did he have? He didn’t even think to ask where they were taking him.As they stepped outside the room, the air changed. It felt older, colder, as if they had passed through a filter from the sterile to the ancient, not in a poetic sense, just the reality of dust and time. The hallway stretched out endlessly on either side, the ceilings towering high, and the floors pristine. Not a speck of dirt in sight. No footprints, no signs of life. Whoever m

Last Updated : 2025-07-30

A lesson in ownership

The room fell silent after Kain asked his question. Four masked figures. Four powerful beings who shouldn’t be kept waiting. Yet still, they hesitated. Nobody wanted to be the first to speak.It was the elephant who broke the silence.“Diávolo,” he said, his voice thick with smoke and authority, “the Marionette is proposing five percent in product sales.”That was it. No formalities, no names. Just a straightforward number.Kain didn’t respond verbally, not at least. He tilted his head slightly toward the cat. That was enough of a signal for the others.“The Lavigne offers twenty million upfront,” the cat chimed in, her tone smooth and unmistakably feminine. Luca’s eyes widened; he hadn’t anticipated that. Not just the amount, more so, her voice. It was young, not exactly a child’s voice but definitely younger than the others in the room. Calm and confident, there was no hesitation. She sounded like she already knew she’d come out on top.Kain remained silent.Then the dog mask added,

Last Updated : 2025-07-30

Silk and shackles

The bolt wasn’t just a bolt; it felt like a frustrating barrier. There it was, a shiny latch visible only through a tiny crack between the door frame and the floor. Luca glared at it, as if his anger could somehow penetrate the wood, which it clearly couldn’t. Yet it sat there, smugly performing its duty, keeping him confined and the outside world out of reach.The air buzzed with an all-too-familiar, delicate scent that was undeniably expensive. It wasn't his fragrance, nor did it exude safety. It only intensified his unease. Leaning against the door with his arms crossed, he cast the room a look full of betrayal.It was too pristine.Too warm.The curtains fluttered lightly, even without the breeze. The carpet appeared brand new, and the neatly folded bed sheets revealed they had never been slept in. Moving quietly and deliberately, he scanned every inch of the room, not because he expected to find something, but because doing nothing felt like giving up. He tapped on the walls,

Last Updated : 2025-07-30

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