Ahs Devil's Night の小説・ストーリー

I asked. Aston hesitated. The truth was just on the tip of his tongue but for some reason he wouldn’t spit it out. “Aston, talk to me. I need to know what the hell is going on here?” “The Devils are drug runners. They are trying to establish territory in this town.” “Oh, so they are going after Hank? What does that have to do with your dad?” He didn’t hesitate anymore. I felt his eyes on me. His chilly gaze made me feel warm inside and scared.

"Scarlett's point of view," "Now, what are you doing here? Why are you disturbing my sleep after I've already accomplished everything you asked me to do?" It was a pleasant night in my chamber when the devil came in and woke me up. What is wrong with him that he always wakes me up? "I have to share this bed with you, Miss Neve."

Then, like a jagged fault line cracking beneath their feet, the dream changed again. Darkness began to seep into the sky. The stars vanished. The air thickened with heat. Not summer warmth—but suffocating, acrid smoke. Lucian turned to Isa—she was still smiling, but her skin was pale now, too pale. Her fingers slipped from his wrist. Her mouth opened to say something, but no sound came. A roar broke through the night. Gunshots.

“Tell me, Sorah. Was it the red-haired I told you about? Where did you see them?” I zone out for a moment, numbly staring at the scowl on Devon’s face. For sure I can see his stench disdain towards Vampires in general, and towards Andreas in particular. It’s a passion, an obsessive hatred he harbors towards that lone Vampire that sets his orbs alight with black fire. “R-red long hair…crimson glowing eyes…” The words air out my stiff lips and Devon’s eyes go wide with shock before he switches into a cold chuckle. He leaves my shoulders and shares a knowing smirk with Yasha before quickly speaking to someone behind him I didn’t notice until now.

Why would Hannabelle ask her to put her wily charms on a man whose soul was not going to be of much use? Aithusa knew that the man was so deeply spent and had no energy left was probably going to sleep all the time next day as well. So it was not a very big deal for her to see the memories which actually was going to be used in Hell. Aithusa slowly bent down and kissed the sleeping form of her victim. And her fingers were pressed to the temple of the man’s forehead.

Then why does she look like she just had a rough night with the devil? Could it be the devil?

Who are you really, Lucian Devlin? The question burned in my chest. I’d seen the cracks in his armor last night. I’d heard the names—his mother, Liam, Beverley. He was hunted by ghosts I couldn’t yet name, but I knew one thing with certainty: I had to find out who they were if I ever wanted to understand the man who owned me. And maybe… maybe he wasn’t the devil after all. Maybe he was just a man who had already been burned by hell. The thought unsettled me. It almost scared me more than his control did.

Now, I am all ready to go. Descending down the long flight of stairs carefully because I am holding Bambi in my arms, I hear some voices. Strangely familiar voices, and as I hear them closely, I gasp silently. The voice that intrudes my night's sleep, the one that is the cause of my neverending nightmares. Devin a.k.a. The Devil. No, no, no! What is he doing here this soon? No, he can't see me! He can't catch me, again.

I took a glance at Valerian and saw him already staring at me. When I agreed to what he wanted in exchange for his life after I fulfill what he requires, will it be all worth it? Will it finally be enough for my father? Will I finally be free? When I entered his lair thinking I can handle him, was I right? Can I really handle this devil and what he is capable of doing? “Did you do that?” I asked, spitting the words like poison. He creased his forehead. “What?” “Did you--”