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“Those pretty eyes can’t stop following Lisa. You’re thinking, ‘what kind of assholes would make someone in her condition work for them?’ Am I right?” “No, I was…” “Well, that is what happened when you think of messing with me. It didn’t take more than two bullets. Yours will be a worse fate if you dare me, I assure you,” the devil dropped before lifting his cup of coffee to his lips. He did it to her? Of course. The food in my mouth suddenly nauseated me, and I pushed it down with a forceful gulp of water. “Excuse me.” I shot up from my chair and left.

he barked, his finger tightening on the trigger, his pristine composure completely shattered. That momentary distraction was the only opening Dante needed. With a primal roar, Dante launched himself forward, ignoring the searing heat radiating through the soles of his boots. He swung the heavy titanium wrench in a brutal, upward arc, aiming for Julian's weapon hand. The pistol fired wildly as the wrench connected with a sickening crunch of breaking bone, sending the chrome weapon spinning off into the molten chasm below. Julian howled in pain, but his survival instinct kicked in; he lunged forward, tackling Dante around the waist with surprising, desperate strength.

“No! I mean— yes, food, great— but first I have to show you something.” He raised a brow. “What?” “Just come with me, okay?” I didn’t wait for an answer. I grabbed his hand, tugged him up like an overexcited puppy, and ran. I led him all the way to my room and practically threw him into my chair while I booted up the screen. With a grin I couldn’t hold back, I clicked open the file labeled: “VANE: Deluxe Fuckboy Edition 🗃️💣” “I got everything.” I said breathlessly. “The DMs, the sketchy payments, the burner accounts, crypto trails, hotel logs, secret OnlyFans subscriptions— everything.”

~✴~ The DEVIL'S Heart ``````````````````` PERORATION : I love you and it is the only thing I believe in - The Devil ` ` `

Her fingers brushed his cheek, still warm but pale, and something inside her cracked. Tears began to slip from her eyes—slow, silent, and heavy. She hovered over him, her chest heaving, her mind screaming. Please... don’t die on me. But across the room stood the devil himself. DANTE. Unbothered. Cold. Detached. He didn’t look at her. He didn’t even look at Damon bleeding to death. Instead, he stood before the wall like it was a gallery—staring at the photographs of her. His fingers held a cigarette lazily, smoke curling into the dim air like poison.

"What are you, Dante? A man, or a protocol?" Dante leaned down, his lips brushing the shell of my ear, his breath a cold ghost against my skin. "For you?" he murmured. "I’ll be whatever keeps you alive. Even if it’s the thing that eventually kills me." He reached past me and hit a single key. The screen went black, plunging us both into a darkness so absolute it felt like the end of the world. (Watch out for Chapter 163) 💬 Add to library | Vote | Comment | Gifts

, he said, unleashing his own sword, a slash from it raced for Benny Blanco, he was open, Dante realized. It was his angle, breathing slowly, he muttered the words, “Dark magic Slash.”. Manuel Gonta, lunged for the young boy who had been open, it was time to hurt the boy, he thought, however he would not see the slash that came from the sword of Dante, straight for his heart, his eyes suddenly feeling quite dizzy, he fell to the ground, passing out. “It’s a trap.”, Olivia Emma said, looking at Dante.

When the right time comes, this person strikes successfully, dethroning the Evil and takes its place, becoming the ultimate devil- a demon who won against the Evil that created him. Fortunately, only one such trickster rises from the horde of darkness in a long time, preventing the doomsday of the entire system. It solely depends on the devil how he turns the table or how he rules the world. He thinks to either continue poisoning humanity or eliminate the parasites that could overthrow him someday. A person without a heart is a monster and a heartless person only awakes when they have nothing to lose.

A blur of white and black slammed into them: Dante. "You’re right," Dante growled lowly. "But I’m not here to play. I'm here to take your heads." Before the demon could react, Dante snapped his neck with a sickening crack. The black cloud around him dissolved into nothing. The second demon grabbed Jo roughly, trying to teleport with her. But Dante moved faster. A sand lash whipped around the demon’s leg, yanking him face-first into the dirt. Dante pinned him with one foot, summoning a dagger of pure ice.

The name is not Dustin, but Devlin this time, and a new desire below the name. “Remember at your highest moment, the devil makes his move,” the bartender whispers solemnly, forcing me to look back up, but he is nowhere in sight. Suddenly, an intense wave of fear washes over me and I stumble back as I look around. I’m not sure if it is the extreme intoxication, or if it is really happening in front of my eyes. The bar clears and I am left alone. The dim yellow lights change to blue, centred, making me the spotlight in a now dark room.