روايات وقصص ضمن Dbz Devil

To be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL

As the heavy doors swung open with a loud creak, the scene inside the throne room made her blood turn to ice. In the middle of the room knelt a man whose body was already covered with blood. His clothes were torn and soaked red, and he was shaking violently from pain and fear. Standing in front of the broken man was the devil himself - King Malakar. He was holding a whip embedded with thorns, drops of blood still clinging to the cruel metal spikes. His dark hair fell across his forehead, and his clothes were splattered with crimson.

“You think I’d like to be associated with such a nasty demon?” “Nasty demon?” Cloud demons hated being cursed, because they believed they were perfect. “You may look good on the outside but you're still a demon.” My voice lowered to a whisper. “A gruesomely disgusting demon feasting off souls just to maintain her fake looks!” I spat. Angered, she rushed to me, aiming the knife at my tattoo but I held her in place with my powers. The blade cut through my palm, dropping blood to the floor and the pain made me fling her across the room.

Mia couldn't believe she was staring at the devil. She couldn't fathom how he was there in the first place. In second place, there was a very rich and powerful man bleeding to death on the restroom pathway of a vessel filled up with the ultra wealthy, and upper echelons of society. This was something straight out of a horror movie. “What the fuck, Luca?!” Her eyes doubled when she heard Lev’s voice. And as it moved, she saw him standing behind the devil, his mouth wide open in shock.

“Return to the world of men. Forget the blood. Forget the beast.” I reached for the obsidian stone. It was burning against my skin, but I didn’t pull away. I closed my eyes and stopped fighting the images. Instead, I dove into them. I didn’t look at the cellar as a prison; I looked at it as the place where I first felt the spark of the Devil. I didn’t look at the silver as pain; I looked at it as the price I paid to save my mate. I found the memory of Girard’s touch in the study—the way his hands had claimed me, the way his soul had recognized mine before his mind even knew my name.

The lower level demons are now used to demonic activity hauntings or dirty work to toture the more dastardly humans, or as servants for the upper level demons. I found the head chef named Balaal sitting at a table in the back of the kitchen watching some weird sitcom on t.v. Balaal was short, standing just barely past my knees, he was rather portly and round with thick red, leathery skin and sharp black horns sitting right on top of his head. Balaal had never liked me, probably because I had spent so much time in the kitchen as a child, demanding that he stop whatever he had been doing to make me whatever snack I was craving at the time. I was sure things had changed since then however. I d

Chapter 3 Azelbub Thunder claps filled the entire forest that was supposed to be the sacred place of the dark king, azelbub or the devil, the name people were familiar with. A black hole opened and men jumped out of it, naked once again, but this time infuriated. The last person jumped out and they bowed down to him. His brows were furrowed and his face mirrored disgust. Bushy eyebrows sat gracefully above big hazel eyes. His lips were as red as blood and hair as black as ebony.

Zachary fumed and looked straight in her eyes that were gleaming with mirth. “I am not going to let you or this pauper destroy my kingdom” Delphyne gritted and then looked at Diana who was trying hard to stifle her cries, “Listen and better ingrain this in your mind witch, we are devils. We hate you and your entire fucking community. Heaven was once ours and soon we are gonna snatch it back from you. You better start counting your days because they won’t last long.” Diana gasped in horror. Zachary also stared at his mother incredulously, “THE FUCK YOU’RE TALKING ABOUT??”

This Devil have never been learned his lesson, and was only trying to make him confuse. He let aside anything, and put his grudge to the Devil in his heart and mind. He roared, “You shall never live, you shall die in my hands, you Devil!” Hez suddenly burst into action, and lead the shadowy figure to surround the Devil. There's no escape path for the Devil, and Hez could only grinned. The Devil was so highly, yet who knows if he will think to escape? Hez was trying to put him into place, he was good as dust that turned bloody chunk of flesh.

I'm not that little boy who would put his family name to shame for a woman. especially with the devil's daughter.