Novel & Cerita Dangerous Belial

At least I know his name, Killian Shane! “Does it really matter? Is it different if he was someone else? But for your information I know that man, I have been to the club for many years so I know everything about him. That man is no good. He is a fucking dangerous man, Jemma; even criminals shuddered when he is mentioned. He is the demon of all demons around here. You should stay away from here and never see him again.” I cocked my head to the side and stared at my friend who since knowing here I have never seen he like this. She was really angry. She has fought a few times with people but she was always cutesy.

Even just to move her mouth or open her eyes Bella felt inadequate. She really felt that she was on the verge of life and death now. #Hello. Thank you for reading Dangerous Man until recently. If you wish, please give a review of this story. This will really help me to be better in the future. Thank you♥️

“That’s not the question you should be worried about, son. Danger is around the corner. Do not trust anyone, for those you trust the most will eventually be your doom.” “I want to have the same weapon he has,” I said. “I know you can make one.” “What can a blind old woman like me possibly do?” she asked. “Mamio,” I called, my voice sharp but serious. “Fine. Augustine is not someone you should fight. He is a monster.” “And I am the devil,” I said, annoyed that she was afraid of him. “He is my dead husband.” “What?” I muttered. The story she told me was that her husband was dead. He was shot dead and should probably be rotting in hell by now.

Last night, in a desperate attempt to distract myself from my miserable life, I ventured to a club, longing for an escape I decided to get laid one last time before committing my forever to him. Prayers filled my thoughts, eagerly wishing he'd reject me, I was so disgusted by his presence. The fear of potential harm haunted me, a troubling uncertainty about what might happen if he ever laid hands on me. Yet, today, I made the painful decision to proceed with the marriage. It was a pact, a promise to my brother Camillo and my friend Ivy, who were enjoying in their love and success.

The woman leaves without saying anything else. This Damon Black is the most important businessman in the USA, he owns a transportation company, but the worst part is that he's one of the most dangerous people I've ever heard of. How do I know? Because a large part of his business is conducted in Sicily. That's why my boss avoided doing business with him. How could I have been so blind? -Are you okay, I startle and swallow hard when I hear his voice. -Yes, I try to answer without stuttering.

"If it weren’t for Kieran’s power you would be long dead, dog. We needed eyes, you had two. If it weren’t for our plan — the moment you entered our gates, we would’ve killed you." Belial, the shy and meek demon approached the trio. "Brothers… we should go. We should go now… Abbadon said we should leave her immediately. She’s about to die anyway, right, right?" Was Belial’s timid question. By the hint of his shallow voice, he could feel Abbadon’s impatience. Also, he hated this place. Belial had always hated the scent of dogs. He wondered what his brothers saw in the other lands. The West was already perfect. But since he doesn't want trouble, he goes with the flow and simply follows whatever

If there’s one thing that I learned from my previous life, it’s that scorpions and centipedes aren’t a good sign. “This is what I am afraid of.” I hear Levitathan murmuring in the background. “Beel is ranked lower than Asmodeus by being the sixth born. Meaning, Asmodeus can control him.” Leviathan explains. “Wow. Really. Don’t you think you could have started with that?” I hear the bitter sarcasm in Belphegor’s words, which I have no doubt is aimed at Leviathan.

The matchbox followed in its wake and, shaking the box to confirm a match still remained, he drew it out and struck it against the side. A flare of rich sulphurous light erupted across the room. “Damn blinding light.” Lips pinched at the corners in irritation despite the cool wash of relief through his tight chest. Gerfast cupped a palm around the tentative flame and lowered it to the candle. Damn the kid for ruining my day. Damn these goddamn corpses always stinking up the place. The darkness be damned as well. Perhaps the plague’s appearance was well-timed. A cleansing of filth. A baptism of the damned.

‘These sly white priests must kept it hidden somewhere inside this temple…’ After all of his barrage attacks were ended, Belial was shocked to see that Jeremiah was still standing tall uninjured thanks to his newly acquired protection spell. “You’ve stolen that spell from me!” Belial scorned as his muscle became tense. However, his injury took a toll on him and he fell limp on the ground. The grand cleric now felt helpless, “even if you kill me—“ he coughed and fresh blood came out of his mouth, “—you won't get away with your sin, unpunished! There’s a special place in hell for a heathen like you!”

He tackled Belial, sending him skidding through the palace gates, earth splintering beneath them. But Belial only laughed. “This realm will fall,” he spat, breathing hard. “And you’ll lose her either way.” Dante’s wolf bared his teeth, then unleashed a blast of water from his jaws that sent Belial flying. For a moment, it was over. Belial stumbled back, his form flickering. He looked... weaker. The dark veins glowed brighter now, too bright, like he was being burned from the inside. “I’ll return,” he hissed. “And next time, I won’t come alone.”