Cavetown Devil Town Novels & Stories

“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.

“I’ve never seen our son interested in someone before. Who was it you said he wanted to visit today?” “Ah.” Ashton mumbles from the safety of his wife’s lap. “Some human boy from the Orphanage that our dear friend James’s runs. The one situated in the bosom of the forest entrance.” Her fingers stop, pausing in their previous endeavor of caressing his hair.

1000 years later It was in the middle of winter, in the year of the rabbit. Terrified screams filled the night air as the sky in the human world suddenly turned red, but this didn't last a second before it returned to its original form. Before the eyes of everyone a new star appeared beside a red star called the “ devil's star ” causing a great uproar. All these signs remain unknown to a group of people hiding somewhere in the palace of DeHaven. KINGDOM OF DEHAVEN.

It wasn't the first time she had left home that way and remembering the gold old days brought her a sense of nostalgia. She remained in her hotel room for the rest of the approaching 24 hours and on the second night, she decided to let go of herself and have some fun. Dressed in a beautiful silver dress, she found her way into the booming Devil’s Den club. A popular one known around the entire country. The bass of the music thumped against her chest as she made her way towards the bar to get herself a drink straight away. The air was thick with alcohol and cigar, a scent she was extremely familiar with and wasn't affected by it at all.

In their eyes, I was just a pretty looking teenager. Most of them were only here to take a glimpse at ‘Cheetah’. The latter only ever took part in international events. However, as this time it was held in Kingstown, he made an exception. Rumours had it that ‘Cheetah’ was also a resident of Kingstown. Walking towards the crowd, I also noticed a few familiar faces. They were all famous racers from different cities. One of the guys in blue hair, had a walkie talkie and a list in his hand as he gave instructions to the boy next to him.

Armory and drug-related information all related to Braden and Atlas. Atlas was a little believable, because he’d shown a glimpse of that side of him, but Braden… I wanted to remain in denial so bad. But this…this file was solid proof that I never knew who I married and fell in love with, and right now, I didn’t even know who I was fucking, that well either. I was falling a fool three solid times. From what I’d just seen in this video, both brothers were dark entities wrapped in beautiful bodies and handsome, deceiving faces. Atlas a devil, Braden a demon.

She nods in acknowledgement, then her eyes sparkle with life. “I have an idea. There’s something the kids here call The Devil’s Groove, it’s a glorified cave but whatever, small town kids make use of what we can, anyway, a bunch of kids who didn’t make out of here like to hang out there, and the adults of the church are certain those kids will end up in hell, what do you say we make a trip down to the devil’s groove?” It didn’t sound like my style, but I would take it, there wasn’t much to do here besides thinking about the forbidden priest and work. Which reminds me, I have to work tonight, better make this quick then.

“Instead, they decided to make a deal. They would find their own solution. So, the settlers went to a place called the Devil’s Cave, and they brought sacrifices there, because they were going to do something very drastic: they were going to enter in to covenant through blood with a mighty spirit which the inhabitants of the forest called Malkouth. Do you see where they went wrong? “So, the men came came one night on the harvest moon to the Devil’s Cave and they lit a fire, much as the great bonfire we have here, a fire of celebration, though one with much darker intent. And the men of the town brought their own children out with them as sacrifices and they slew them on the altar to Malkouth,

Aston’s POV I backed away slowly as I was surrounded by Devils. My heart gave a painful squeeze seeing them marking me. They seemed to come out of nowhere filling up the tavern. Some of them were heavily scarred. Their tattoos, the devil as a pied pier, was branded on different parts of their bodies. This was my first time seeing them up close, and I won’t even lie, it was terrifying. They usually just rode through town on their travels. The mayor had been real strict against them forming roots in this town but now, here they were.