Billy Butcher Diabolical Novels & Stories

Kristian yelled frantically. "Shut up!" Billy pushed the knife inward with more force. The sharp blade cut into the skin on Kristian's neck, and warm blood flowed out, only to be washed away by the rain. Kristian froze. He dared not say another word, as Billy had already lost his mind and injured him. "Billy! Have you gone mad? Let go of Kristian!" Hubert yelled in panic. Had Billy lost his marbles? Why was he injuring Kristian? Hubert would've been nicer to Billy if Mahayan Pavilion still existed. However, after Wylie's murder, Billy was just a stray dog with nowhere to go.

“You know that.” He paced back and forth in the cramped room. Every corner felt as if it were mocking him. The silence made his anger feel even more real. Billy pulled out his phone and dialed his assistant’s number. “Cakra,” he said as soon as the call connected. “Find someone for me.” “Who, Young Master?” “A woman,” Billy replied briefly. “Her name is Thabita Salton.” Cakra paused for a moment. “Description?” Billy smiled faintly, coldly. “Fat. Very easy to recognize. Track her wherever she goes.”

Now, The Butcher stood there, staring at the shattered goods strewn across the floor, his face twitching violently. He had invested all his life savings into those goods, and they were now all destroyed! "Who's stupid enough to wreck my place?" Louis, still boiling with rage and with numbers on his side, didn't take him seriously at all. "Get lost! We're the Jorleton Castilles! We're only here to kill Darryl Bishop today. If you don't want to die, then scram!" "The Castilles?" the Butcher snarled. "I don't care who you are. You ruin my livelihood, I take your life!"

“And the world will know that what belongs to the Devil… stays with the Devil.” As he led me out of the cellar, a low, subsonic growl rumbled in his chest. In that moment, I knew the truth. Girard Roux wasn’t human at all. And I was about to enter a cage far more dangerous than this cellar.

“You take things too serious.” I wasn’t in a laughing mood. I grabbed his collar, yanked him close. “You caused this, Dante. I lost a man because you’ve got a fucking rat crawling through your house.” “I think it’s The Bull. I’ll take you where his people are. Chill the fuck out, Vito.” I was boiling inside. “They took one of mine. I’ll take five of theirs. But no one knows what The Bull even looks like. How do we find a ghost?”

He is looking for information on some vampires in the clan. Billy is a respected doctor among the vampire clans. He helped many humans, vampires, and other creatures like fairies and elves. Billy shook his head, looking at the data one by one. There was no criminal record that would allow them to target Pearl. Billy looked back at the blood sample. He picked it up and opened it. A small pump draws a few drops of blood out of the tube. Billy then dripped it onto a piece of glass. With the tip of his little finger, he tasted the blood. His eyes widened suddenly.

The butcher followed and immediately transformed while everyone else watched from inside the house. The fight commenced as the butcher bounced on Raul and made to take his head off his body. Tom and the governor gasped in anxiety hoping that Raul would win the fight. Raul was really struggling with the butcher. Then, he realized that his strength was weakening as Balaam had warned. With his last strength, he beat the butcher and tore half his face. The butcher returned to his human form and pleaded with Raul to spare his life. Raul was panting as he returned to his human form. Balaam clapped his hands to congratulate him.

Naturally, they stopped in the Halloween supply store that was converted from a failed clothing store. While Chuck was insistent on a costume that was so bloody and disgusting it would inspire sickened looks from others at the party, Billy had his mind on something else. Some classic movie monster or pop culture figure that was instantly recognizable. What he eventually settled on was Beetlejuice. With a bald cap that came complete with tufts of green hair, Billy also picked up a makeup kit that would be perfect for adding the pale skin and darkened eyes of the ghostly bio-exorcist. Once Billy had everything he needed, he wandered over to where Chuck was pondering dismembered body parts and

"Well Billy has only been in love with one woman and that was a woman named Valerie. Now, she turned him down because she knew the kind of life that he was living but he was obsessed with this woman and he wanted a way to get to her. He tried everything but when none of it worked, he found out that she was engaged to be married to a British guy. It tore him apart and he wanted to make her pay and then he devised a plan that won't get back to him at all." "He made Deborah to be sold to the mafia king as a sex slave and when your father came and all that happened, he had already made friends with the British guy and he used his image and his identity to act as the bad one who was the owner of

"Yeah, but wipe that look off your face. I'm not going to Martial City!" Felix felt disappointed at failing to convince Billy to join him. After all, having someone as mysterious and capable as Billy in Martial City would have been a huge advantage. As Felix finished his drink, he froze, his hand still holding the glass. His scalp tingled as he noticed the paper dolls in the shop starting to sway as if they were alive. "Fatso, is this place haunted?" Felix asked nervously. Billy frowned, gestured with his right hand, and then pressed two fingers against Felix's forehead. "It is haunted, alright, but it's not my shop—it's you!"