Beseech The Devil Novels & Stories

“So don’t go thinking this is some emotional moment. I’m not that guy.” I paused. “But I swear to God, Tamara, if you don’t wake up, I’ll burn this place down. I’ll find every person that ever looked at you wrong and make them bleed. And I’ll never fucking forgive myself.” The monitor beeped softly. Her chest rose and fell, shallow. I leaned back, elbows on my knees, staring at the floor like it held answers. “Just come back,” I whispered. “That’s all I need.” The room stayed quiet.

She was standing on the stairs, staring straight at me with a tinge of disappointment that struck me hard. I'm the one who is supposed to be disappointed, not her. "I don't care. How else do you expect me to react when you've locked me in here like a prisoner?" At that, her anger gradually depleted into nothingness and guilt invaded her eyes in place of it. But that didn't calm me, it only aggravated me. She wasn't the only one whom I wanted to provoke to guilt. Father should feel guilty too. "We're only trying to protect yo-" "You call this protecting? That's bullshit! You both just don't want to show your sorry ass faces now that you've fallen victim to that stupid lunatic who calls himsel

It felt like a millenia had passed, yet it also felt like no time had passed at all. His soul was trembling with each passing second, as if it knew by instinct that something formidable was approaching. Or maybe, it was him coming closer to that being, like a fish being reeled in. He had no idea who or what it was, but it carried a level of suffocation and pressure that no human or beast could ever emit. It was an existence close to an evil god...or to be more precise, a devil. Deep terror seized his heart as two red wisps appeared in front of him.

Thy Kingdom come, Thy will be done. On earth, as it is in Heaven. Give us this day our daily bread. And forgive us our trespasses. As we forgive those who trespass against us. And lead us not into temptation. But deliver us from evil. For thine is the kingdom and glory forever and more. The power of Christ commands you! Show yourself. You beast. Show yourself! You follower of Satan. Show yourself to the God Almighty. Show yourself. " She yelled at him.

The ground sank a fraction under the weight of him, dew flashing into steam, torches flaring higher as if eager to touch him and terrified of succeeding. They had trembled. Some had fallen to their knees. One had tried to hold his gaze and failed. The eldest of them—a woman with white braids and eyes like wet stone—had stepped forward alone. “We call the Devil,” she’d said, voice hoarse but steady. “We call the King of Hell.” “You get him,” he had replied dryly, his voice rolling through the clearing like thunder. “What do you want?” They had begged for protection.

"God!" "God!" Then the devils kneeled at Butt. Then the leader asked. "Please spare us, God!" "Yes... Spare us! "Spare!" "Spare!" "Spare!" "Spare!" The devil's beg for forgiveness. "Hahaha!" Butt laughed. "So now you know?!" Butt yelled. "Yes. We know... But God! That woman betrayed the kingdom! We are ordered by the Demon King to kill her!" "Yes... God! That woman must be killed!" "Kill!"

"Be as soft as The ANGELS But as dark as The DEVILS When it's the right time" NISHMA .. .. [•16+ mature content] Withering in pain, frustration, and embarrassment crawled upon her as Nishma's body shook uncomfortably in unreleased pleasure. "But You missed it" She heard him saying, mockingly and these words stabbed the heart of DEVIL as a fire enraged her. "Mission accomplished"< Demon spoke in his head and danced at his victory.

Not yet. ‎Tonight, the devil had come for his own

’ ME: ‘Just go on dreaming because it won’t happen. My phone buzzes again. The Devil: ‘My dreams usually come true.’ The audacity of this man. ME: ‘I will be the one to break that trend.’ The Devil: ‘Trust me when I say that I always get what I want, Evelyn.’ Who the hell does he think he is? God?????? ME: ‘Don’t tell me you’re falling in love with me Vincent Beckett.’ The Devil: ‘I think you’re the one who’s falling in love with me. :)’

I murmured, twisting harder, smiling, “Sing for me, Father. Sing for your sins.” I grinned wider, enjoying the spectacle, the delicious irony of a priest, a supposed man of God, trembling before a man like me—a devil incarnate. I crouched down and faced him, “If it makes you feel any better, I promise I’ll pray for your soul. After all, I hear the Devil loves a good sinner.”