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I smiled bitterly, the thought of becoming a devil is heart-chilling but I am willing to do this because I know that, that devil loves me a lot and he would never harm me ever, and it feels like he is really my one and only. While thinking about it, I realized that I didn’t even ask him his real name. He must have a name that I am going to call him after. Since now, I have been calling him devil or Oliver but after Oliver will escape and I will become a devil as his wife, I will definitely ask him for his real name. Lost in my thoughts, I walked to the main door so I could find a clue for the door of the hidden basement in our house. I was looking around when I heard a loud yell from someone

The familiar tone that they both know about the sins and their embodiment. “Team captain of the soccer team of Cross and the devil name himself Mammon. The embodiment of the sin of greed.” “Very well, he is sure is an interesting darkness so to speak.”

Lucifer whispered in Draven's ear as Draven snickered. "Probably one of his flings." Lucifer snickered audibly as Draven tossed his arm around Lucifer's shoulder. Damon's pale face was looking like he had seen a ghost or something. His eyes widened and beads of sweat cascaded down his face. "Why so....tensed, Demon?" Lucifer asked as he furrowed his brows and leaned on Draven's chest. "Demon?! Fuck! His name's Dominic." Draven muttered when Lucifer burst into laughter. "What happened?" Draven raised his brow two times when Damon gulped down.

Alessa asked back and Thane stared at her in disbelief. “Are you being serious?” he asked. “Yes, who the fuck is he?” “He goes by a popular name. The demon. Demonio.” The man said and chuckled. “Wait, isn't that... “ Alessa trailed off and Thane nodded. “The mafia lord. Damien Marshall is the mafia lord.”

I clenched my jaw, gritting out the first words that came to mind, "Who the fuck are you?" He grinned, "I'm known by many names, Lucifer was the name the creator bestowed upon me. The Devil is what mortals know me as or Satan. Some call me a serpent that's why that snake imprinted itself onto your arm." Pausing, he gave the tattoo a once over, "It suits you." "FUCK YOU!"

Damien smirk. Don stoop up from the floor, and turn into something huge… … … … . SLAY MONSTER???? "Slay monster?? But I captured you??". Damien questioned surprisingly. How come it's here?? "Wrong! You took my father away, not me". He groaned. " I'm Dante Olson ". Dante said, who's also known as Don Damien suddenly laughs. " So I captured your father and you're looking for the white goblin instead of your father?? If I were your father I would have killed you the day you were born". Damien said.

It was how I was raised to stand, to show any staring at me that I felt no fear at whatever would happen. “Yes, Father.” I answered. “You named me Damian because the name means to master, and overcome. Just as your name is Victor, and you have never failed at a thing, mine is Damian, and I must overcome whatever is before me.” His answer began with a low chuckle in his throat. “Take that to heart. You will need it for what I want to reveal to you now.”

…The meaning of my name. “Doesn’t my name mean… Light-Bringer…?” “Yes, it has the same meaning just like your father— however, yours weighted more than his because you carried another meaning of its own.” The… other meaning of my name? “…Are you saying, I’m the ultimate demon?” “Wrong. Many would misinterpret your name as such— the ultimate fallen angel, the ultimate demon, the serpent— but, to the God of Creation, his Light-Bringer angel, Lucifer, is already long gone and goes by the name ‘Satan’ now.”

The Devil King, Damon. Ruthless, relentless, and feared throughout the lands, Damon was a man of terrifying power. Rumors of his kingdom’s strength and Damon’s own fearsome reputation as a ruler were known far and wide. Yet, no one dared to approach him lightly. The idea of seeking aid from the Devil King felt like bargaining with a beast, but as Eldric considered his dwindling options, he realized he might not have a choice. But Eldric wasn’t ready to risk everything just yet. Damon’s price, whatever it might be, could be more than he was willing to pay.

Damon opens my door, helping me out of the car with one hand. -I think he killed my butt, I say, sighing. -I'll revive it later, he says, punching me in the stomach at his remark, which I bet he wouldn't like my dad to hear. -Gipsy! my brother shouts, coming out from behind the gate. I see Damon grimace at the nickname my brother uses, and I would too if I didn't know where it comes from. He's been using this nickname since we were kids. My dad was friends with a Roma family where we used to visit often when we were little; they've moved to France now.