Dark Devotion 소설 & 이야기

It was three in the morning when a distant clattering sound of tumbled-down trashcans echoed in an empty lot beside the dark highway. Houses were more than a hundred meters away so it instantly became a hidden and unauthorized dumping site of illegal materials and chemicals. Normally, one would suspect a starving stray cat rummaging for food or a poverty-stricken garbage collector looking for plastic bottles, glass bottles, or boxes which one could sell in exchange for a few hundred pesos but it was neither. An old television with a broken screen and a chopped-off pedestal stand mysteriously flickered on and off, producing weird electronic noises. A scrawny feline sleeping in a ragged box aw

A living scripture written in fire and bone. He had been forged in this work: in the breaking of souls and the shaping of terror. The title “Devil” was less a name and more a job description. So why did it all feel so… thin? Why did the silence between screams weigh heavier than the screams themselves? He finally turned his head.

There was nothing normal about any of it. “Their name for him was Cain The Devil,” I muttered, the weight of it heavy on my tongue. It wasn’t a name you just tossed around. It was a warning, a death sentence, a mark of something darker than human evil. I could feel a tremor working its way through me, but I fought it back, forcing my gaze to meet his. He didn’t flinch. He didn’t look away. The air between us grew thick with the unspoken, with the rawness of everything I’d tried to bury. I wanted to pull the words back, to keep them safe in the prison where they belonged, but I couldn’t stop them. Not now.

I say a little impatiently, she nods and approaches the laptop, Scott turns it to give her access and can carry out the transaction once she does it, she turns to me and comment “So they made it... D and you made it in...” I frown upon hearing that name, that's what they used to call Dark before joining the organization, why? Because wherever he went he always left a trail of death in his wake… D, for Death. “That's right... and you are?...” she asked, since she finally caught my attention, she smiles and comments wistfully “ready ...” Scott interrupts us verifying the transaction “I doubt very much that you remember me, but let's say that I am one of the many survivors that they ran into on

Although I was still upset at Raphael, the hatred I was feeling before was completely gone. The Darkness's influence lingered in my mind, and I couldn't shake the feeling that it had manipulated my emotions, amplifying every negative sentiment until it became almost unbearable. Anger, grief, despair, and fury… all these feelings had been magnified, distorted, and twisted to serve The Darkness's sinister purposes. Its presence had been a constant catalyst, fueling my pain and nudging me toward destructive choices. And it worked, exploiting my vulnerabilities with devastating precision.

The devil could only look at him as Win sank back down onto his erection. The angel eyes fell shut and he sighed bonelessly as though simply taking in the feeling of being so full. Eventually his eyes opened again and Adom was greeted to the view of his lover grinding down on him. Win abdominal muscles were rippling as he moved in a languid motion that drove the devil absolutely crazy. Only Win is the who can drive him crazy, for a centuries Adom never meet someone who can make him loose his mind in sexual way. He is the one who take his sex partner in heaven and they loose their mind but with Win it's all different.

"All her seasons of love was a waste of time and the patience she had endured for a long time was ignored when you arrived. Deep down inside, she was thinking about herself. She was trying to live with the shame and stigma but she couldn't because she was dead like the fallen leaves of December. She will be forever grateful for your atrocities because it modified her to become who she was. Raising a child you put in her alone without a roof above her head? She will be forever grateful to you for delving into her world and taking everything she once cherished. She has never been happier for hating someone than now or ever. All she wanted was intense platonic love. All she wanted was for you t

“For the desires that were left behind And the ties that were never tied, For the good that was thrown in well And the sadness that was wept, He shall come back to mend what was broken, To redeem the betrayal that was hung heavily in the air, To bow in front of breaths that died seeking his affection. A time will arrive when the devil will redeem for the sins he committed with passion. Because sometimes, one life isn’t enough for redemption.” The witch announced, and the deadly silence evaporated with the hope of a new sunrise.

I didn't want to be alone. I curled up on the bed to try to get some sleep. The dream of darkness and its embrace came upon me again. I felt myself willingly sinking into the twisted vines that surrounded me, their inky tendrils weaving around my form. Strange satisfaction washed over me as I welcomed the suffocating darkness, allowing it to consume me. My heart pounded with a bizarre excitement, and a wave of ecstasy engulfed my senses. This time, the voice that usually commanded me to scream remained silent.

She wanted the feeling that only he could give her. “Take me. Make me yours,” Colton didn’t need to be told twice. He eased himself into her again and closed the distance between their lips. Sierra’s entire body felt like it was on fire. His kiss was devouring her, and his thrusts grew feral. He took her over again and again until the sunlight broke through the windows and Sierra’s eyes rolled to the back of her head. It was now morning time but all she could see was the darkness and the stars. He was bringing her to the depths of hell, and yet nothing ever felt so good.