Beseech The Devil Novels & Stories

His anguished confession drew attention. "I can't bear the thought of a life without you in it, Bienley. Hate me for what I did, but please don't leave me. I beg you to let me redeem myself, and even if it will take forever I will never cease" Devon's pleas rumbled with anguish, filled with a raw intensity and a deep-seated need for absolution.

“Just for that, I know that only one thing would affect them—” “Death,” said the Goddess forcefully. When the devil saw her, I saw the exact moment when his sanity broke. He rushed over to her and held her tightly. “What the hell did you do?” the devil asked the Goddess, and she smiled with her mouth and teeth covered in blood. “Now is the time for you to kill me,” said the goddess. “This is your chance to take revenge, to bring justice, and to achieve your goals. Do it, Belial. Put me out of my misery once and for all.”

“You touched me once and it was like something rewired. I've been a horny mess since your first touch. You didn’t even leave room in my head to question why I suddenly want a man. I just— suddenly want you.” I hum softly, pleased. “I just want to be good for you. Useful for you. I want you to use me however you want without hesitating. I want to be someone you don’t have to think about — just command, and I’ll follow.” My eyes narrow in quiet satisfaction. “Where did that kind of reckless devotion come from?” I asked, like I don't already know. The answer slips out without hesitation. “From waking up clean and warm after passing out covered in cum. From knowing… I’ll always wake up okay if I

DOOM’S POV My shoulder still throbbed like a bastard, but I refused to let it show. I swapped my usual suits for a simple black shirt and a pair of tailored shorts, unbuttoned just enough to tease. It was warm tonight, and Sally liked casual Doom, something about seeing the devil without armor made her smile, maybe because it made her feel closer. The dining room lights were dimmed low, casting a golden warmth across the mahogany table. Candlelight flickered beside the fine china, and soft instrumental jazz hummed from the walls. I had told the staff to stay far away, tonight was ours.

“My… daughter?” He stepped back, his mind reeling. The pieces fell together — the shared mark, the dreams, the bond between them. He covered his face with his hand, whispering, “No… gods, no…” The crowd erupted into shouts — confusion, fear, outrage. Then a deep voice rose from the back. “She must die!” The crowd turned toward the speaker — an old priest, draped in black robes, his eyes glowing faintly white. “It matters not who she is. She bears the mark of ruin. The prophecy demands blood. Kill her, or the world burns.”

How dare they let their voice reach outside the room? “You both have guts to talk sh*t behind my back, hm?” he coldly said, ignoring the shock as if a dirt in their faces. He smiled, not reaching his eyes, a warning to their inappropriate display in a sacred golden room, “You're ignorance to even secured the place for damn talk-shit is what's make you both a powerless. Bare in mind, you're not the devil here, it's me!” He looked at the young man, a very man of Denever who immediately recover from shock.

His closeness always affects me so that I want to drown in it but a devil-like him can't confuse my soul This is my chance to save Thomas from the clutches of devil

I am, and I can't ignore the part of me that wants to smile. - I want to confess - I inform. - God forbids listening to the sins of the devil - he quickens his steps. In the narrow, silent hallway, all you can hear is their hurried footsteps tapping the floor. - Jesus would have heard – I need to cry out against the distance he imposed on me. Father Bee stops but turns his back on me. He knows he can't refuse a sheep's request, even if he's black. Even if it's the devil himself, as he's liked to imply since I was ten.

' Our Father, who art in heaven. ‘I helped you to end your Nancy’s pain, I dragged you from the fire and you failed me. . . . ’ The window had opened by some unseen hand, he could feel the breeze on his face. Hallowed be Thy name, Thy kingdom come. . . . . ‘The devil’s power has awakened in her and now I must find some other means to help stop her. . . ‘ Thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven. . . .

However, he was not for her and had been playing with her to get what he wanted all along. It had been awful seeing him with someone she thought was her friend. It did not startle Janice when it happened, since she knew he would eventually leave like the others. She had prepared for the day he'd say the same things others had said. Though it hurts, she was glad she didn't give herself to him. Because that would have been the worst. She wouldn't be able to look him in the eyes, neither would she be able to stare at her supposed friend. Yet, the person she had willingly given herself was the devil himself.