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~✴~ The DEVIL'S Heart ``````````````````` PERORATION : I love you and it is the only thing I believe in - The Devil ` ` `

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.

There was another problem that Ding Hao had to pay attention to. The Baleful Devil White Ape ranked too low among the 72 Divine Beasts of Earth Evil from the ancient times. It was far inferior to the top ten divine beasts like the Zhuhuai. Its talent and physical strength were also at the end of the list of the Divine Beasts of Earth Evil. Although Ding Hao had merged the Heaven-Earth Blood Bone into his blood essence and he had the magical power of three heads and six arms, he might not be comparable to the divine beasts like the Zhuhuai.

Maybe start planning my next escape for real this time. And then—he did something that caught me off guard. Ronan Blackwood, the Devil himself, squatted in front of me. Not stood. Not loomed. Squatted. Eye level. Holding two glasses of wine in his large hands. “What’s the problem?” he asked, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it. I looked away. “I’m fine,” I muttered.

Zachariah and Michael sat in a white van, watching all the doors: Blue Dragon Ink, Satan’s Bar, The Garage. There was a constant stream of huge guys going in and out, all wearing black leather cuts. The logo on their backs read ‘The Road Devils’, and so it was pretty obvious that the Guardians were in the right place.

I shouted. Diana didn't think twice. She grabbed Luna, ducked her head, and ran for the high grass behind the house. The goons fired back, but missed. I fired back. Hit another one. Then another. Enzo hid behind the car, cursing, giving orders nobody could really hear. The fight lasted an eternity. Or maybe thirty seconds. I don't know. Out of nowhere, the sound of more cars. A lot of cars. They came down the dirt road like an army, dark windows, engines growling. Men in black suits stepped out, huge guns, dead eyes.

As they caught their breath, Luca held him tightly. “The war is here,” he said softly. “But so are we. And I have never been more ready.” The devil had declared his love openly. Now the underworld would bleed for it.

For one strange second, neither of us spoke. His expression didn't change. Mine probably did. Because this wasn't what I'd expected. He wasn't old. He wasn't the grey-haired businessman I'd imagined. He couldn't have been more than twenty-eight. Maybe thirty. He stood. Tall. Much taller than me. His gaze swept over me, not lingering long enough to make me uncomfortable, but long enough to let me know he'd noticed everything. "So," he said calmly. "You're Alessia." His voice was deep.

We became one. I gave myself to the devil. I was arranged to the devil.