Beseech The Devil Novels & Stories

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.”

We pulled away when I realized that he was straddling me. I blushed at the position. "I want you so badly right now. But I will wait for you until you are ready." he said stroking my cheeks. He was about to get off when I stopped him. I looked up at his eyes, staring at them. "I'm ready." I said as I stared into his eyes. "You sure?" he asked. Without answering him, I pulled him into a kiss. I gave myself to him that night. We became one. I gave myself to the devil. I was arranged to the devil.

The child's body became more wounded and her body was full of blood because of the wound caused by the devil on the child's body. "Ahhhhhhhhh ....! Ahhhhhh ....! Ahhhh ....!" Repeated screams of the girl because of the pain that frightened everyone outside. The man was still doing what he was doing and praying over and over. "This body is mine ...! Her soul is mine ..! The devil shouted." "You can't take that girl.!" The man cried out and resumed her prayer. The devil is already in pain so he loses his mind and tries to get out of bondage. The wind in the room grew stronger and the rope on the child's hand was removed.

But I'm not gonna spare this Devil at all. "If I have worshiped you with sincere heart and devotion, Kanha, then you will have to help me out of this problem. You have to give me the chance to take avenge my parent's death. These sinners will have to get the punishment for their sin." Kanha, are you listening? Help me, KANHA. HELP ME. I was crying and praying to Kanha but suddenly Devil's voice break my meditation. "Now stop shedding crocodile tears and agree to sign the papers."

This is so unfair! Bree nudged me, bringing me back to reality. "I was thinking about going home," I said, clearing my throat and avoiding eye contact with the devil. If I looked at him, I’d be tamed, lured, and might end up being his volunteer slave. "Mine or yours?" the devil asked, and I almost choked on my own spit. "Is it just me, or is there a demonic presence in this building?" I asked, glancing around. "Oh my gosh, Dad! You should bless this place."

Why? I stopped thinking for a moment when another voice came through the speakers. “Fellow citizens, the devil himself is coming. Good luck to us all. Pray for us, please. I hope we’re still alive when this is over. My poor babes will lose their handsome, yummy boyfriend. He’s here! I can feel Satan’s terrifying presence!” “Papu—” “Turn that off, you idiot! You wanna die early? Boss can hear you loud and clear!” “Oh sht, right! Damn, I’m dead. Okay, okay! Until next time, folks! Keep calm and relax. Just make love, not wr. And once again—welcome to h*ll. Bye!”

"Until we take what we want." And just like that— We’re making a deal with the devil. But the thing about devils? They never see it coming when you burn them first. They have no idea. It just feels like a dream until it actually happens.

, she was still trying to buy me into her idea of fate. “ And you think I would believe him even if he were to get on his knees? Look, even this musician said it……um…. what's his name again”, I tapped my head, trying to remember his name, “ yes, Alec Benjamin, he said it, the devil doesn't bargain. He will never change because devils never change”, I said and Sasha laughed again.

she whispered, her breath cold against my skin, “you belong to him.” A shiver crawled down my spine. She didn’t let me pull away. “The Devil is one of a kind,” she whispered. “Do you understand what that means?” I shook my head once. Barely. She pressed a kiss to my cheek, soft and dry. “It means remember yourself,” she said, pulling back just enough to meet my eyes again. “So you don’t drown in him.” The words hit like a prophecy.

he whispered, voice low, dark, teasing. Her fingers slid over his chest, tracing the ridges of muscle as she closed the last inch between them, lips brushing his. “If I can’t kill the devil…” she murmured, voice trembling with fire, “then when I take my revenge… you’ll wish for anything but death.” Her eyes locked on his in a promise. “I will make you taste tears of blood, dear devil.”