Beseech The Devil Novels & Stories

It was smirking at me while tracing my face down to my neck with its grimy fingers with sharp, jagged nails—sending shivers to my spine. "I am not here to talk about unrelated businesses. I have more messages to deliver today. I am in a rush, devil." I raised my voice. "Oh, the attitude in that scrawny body," the devil squinted. "Okay, you can enter, but once you are in, you can never get out." the devil teased. "By the blessings of Archangels, I can," I said firmly. I love this mantra; it gave me the confidence to battle evil entities. It was widely used by angels all over the Heavenly Realm.

It sent me millions of sparks down to my core. "D-Devon... please..." I sobbed. I tried to resist him but he was too strong. "Don't pretend that you don't like it, priestess..." He kissed my neck again. This time, he became passionate and slow. "D-Devon..." "Submit to me, my priestess. I don't fucking care about your spells. All I need is you..." he whispered. "Devon, this is a sin against the heavens. You must not do this. Please..."

"Devil God? It suits Samuel. I agree!" "I agree with you, too. The Devil God's Anger is the same as Samuel's. Haha, in the future, Samuel will be the True God of our Eight Direction World-Demvil God!" After everyone was shocked, they all bowed to Samuel. "Long live the Devil GodsLong live the Devil God!" Then, someone shouted first. The next moment, more and more people joined in shouting the slogan. Under normal circumstances, given his character, Ye Gucheng would usually retort or even kill a few people to shut them up. However, he did not do so today.

she said and sat on the couch in front of the invitation. Misha snickered, rolled her eyes, crossed her arms, and also sat on the couch. "I talked with the devil," Blanche started, she straightened her back and look at the invitation that has dents and was slightly crumpled on its lead. Misha licked her lips. There's a distinct way that the devil uses to call her child, each one's different from the other, sometimes she calls them by giving a secret message on a portion of restaurant food, or have a paper airplane fly over you, the most brutal was when she sent a voodoo doll with pins on its forehead and a picture of the person she wanted to summon.

Using a hand as a gun… and actually firing bullets? A Devil. Absolutely a Devil. "Lord, spare me!" "Take me to heaven!" "I offer you my soul!" They screamed hysterically. The women went even further—tearing open their clothes and throwing themselves onto the bedding, shouting, "Devil, take me! I'll bear your demon offspring and help you rule the world!" The middle‑aged man could no longer stand. He slumped to his knees, his eyes growing dim, then collapsed face‑first onto the ground.

"Stay out of my way Santiago. I don't need you playing hero. I'm no damsel in distress. I'm going to take you, the black smoke syndicate and the entire group of criminals and thugs that keep the underworld of this city fat and happy. I'm not going to stop until I get rid of every single one of your vermin." "Why?" Her eyebrows drew together and I saw the confusion on her face. "Why what?" I stepped closer, enjoying the way she sucked in a breath. I knew that somewhere in that head, she was convincing herself that her reaction to me was nothing, a fluke, but I wasn't as deluded as her. A thought suddenly began to work itself into my mind as I stared at her pillowy lips and the tiny birthmark

Did he just say they want to turn my best friend into one of their sluts? “Excuse me?” I ask, needing to make sure I heard him right before I lose my shit. “She either becomes an old lady or a Souleater,” Devil repeats, serious, like he didn’t just sign his own death warrant. I stand, pushing my chair back so hard it falls. My mind blanks. Tunnel vision kicks in. My breathing slows. The rage vanishes. I go cold. “You want to use my best friend for your little fuckfests?” My voice is calm. Detached. Ice-cold.

She was trapped. " You owe me one?" He said with his deep voice, you could only imagine what thoughts were running through his mind. Mirabel unknowingly signed a deal with the devil and there was no turning back. "Ye..yes," she said cowering in fear, 'what was happening, she wondered. "And..." Axel said but paused for a little before he continued, "You'll repay the next time we meet?" he asked another question, Axel was intentionally using his words to trap her down.

he smirked. “No,” I turned towards him, “I want to know… who are you, Tom?” He laughed coldly and glared at me. I flinched but clenched my teeth to help myself pretending to stay unaffected. “Be careful what you wish for,” he gazed deep into my eyes. I had just challenged the devil…

“A favor. That 's it. I don’t have anything in mind, yet. But when I do, I’ll call for you, you’ll answer me. No matter what. Otherwise, the deal is broken and you’ll get back to this shithole.” Mia breathed heavily. A favor? Get out of there? “Are you the Devil?” she asked. She still remembered some of the things her mother had told her. Mia shook her head, avoiding thinking too deeply about her mother. “Who cares? Does it matter?” “It does! I don’t want no deal with the Devil!” “You’re too picky, for someone who is about to become a worker in a brothel. Not only you, but your little doll of a sister.”