Deliver Us From Evil Novels & Stories

He promised before moving out of the room. He wanted nothing but blood. Their blood. For even looking in Rose's direction. They didn't know what he was actually capable of. Rose was the only one who could manage to keep his inner beast hidden. But right now, even she wasn't there to suppress it. Lord help those men because they were about to witness hell. Angry footsteps echoed in the silent corridor before the door creaked open. The two men tied to the chains, looked up from their bloodied states only to see the devil standing in front of them.

MURDER! Those five horrifying letters sing in my head like a haunting lullaby. Buzzing constantly in my head. No matter how hard I try to block it out. It grows louder and louder. Consuming me in darkness, shame and guilt. I have killed someone before and I didn't feel any guilt or shame about it. It was quite the opposite in fact. Maybe it's because I was blinded by the act of rage and revenge on what he put me through. Tricking myself that he deserves something worse then torture. He deserves a slow painful agonizing death therefore I gave him that. He wasn't innocent. He did not deserve to live after what he put me through. I wouldn't allow it for him to walk this earth free and privilege

Devin's spectral form flickered, his voice carrying a malicious undercurrent as he spoke from the void. "Eros, my loyal servant, the time has come for you to unleash your fury upon the Green River Pack," Devin commanded, his words dripping with venomous intent. "Raze their territory, slaughter them all, and leave no trace of their existence. Let the Land of Moon crumble under the weight of their demise." Eros's eyes burned with a fanatical zeal, his voice resolute as he pledged his unwavering loyalty. "As you command, Devin," Eros declared, his words infused with a fervent madness. "I will be the instrument of their destruction. None shall be spared, and their land shall be drenched in blood

Life Attempt The penthouse felt heavier after Valentina’s video. Elena couldn’t shake the woman’s poisoned smile or the way her words had sliced through the fragile peace they had clawed back. The real reason it ended… her father’s final deal… a child he was willing to trade. What fresh hell was Valentina preparing to unleash next?

Together, hand in hand, we would walk happily into the rest of our lives. [The End.]

"Mom, that wasn't doing good deeds. That was burning myself out to serve everyone else. "I don't want to live like that anymore. "I don't know how much longer my soul can stay here, but I've been feeling lighter and lighter. The police caught the people who hurt me, and whatever kept me here feels like it's fading too. "If I get another life... I hope I'm not your daughter again." When I finished, everything went silent. The desperation and madness drained from her face. She slowly reached for me. Then her hand dropped. A strange sound echoed around us, and somehow, I understood.

she began. I knew where this was going; this was going to be her fifteenth lecture on how bareness for a woman is a sin before her eyes. “I don’t know the reason Engel has kept you here as all of my sons have refused to tell me, but I want to hope that you took my advice and decided to divorce Engel; that way, his heart will easily be broken. I am sure you are aware that the Gunther family is preparing a wedding…” “I didn’t know that,” I answered.

“What— Why?” His eyes flashed, almost silver. “Full moons bring... complications.” “Complications?” she echoed. “You will obey, or you will regret it,” he said simply. She didn’t respond. “Rule three,” he said, voice low. “You serve me. That is your purpose here. You’ll answer when called, you’ll speak when spoken to, and you’ll stay in line.” Emilia’s breath hitched. “And if I don’t?” He leaned in, voice like velvet and fire. “Then I’ll remind you why they call me the devil.”

He replied with a mischievous grin. "Arghhh......I don't believe you!" Fredrick yelled, his voice cracking and Lucifer smirked darkly. "Ok, will just do this again!" He muttered as another reddened poker was placed on his palms. Without hesitating, he pinned on Fredrick's both laps simultaneously and he screamed in pains, he placed on his bloody middle and he screamed harder. "Ahhh ahhh.....They are the A'3. They were our Boss, they sent us to do it!" Fredrick blurted painfully and Lucifer just narrowed his eyes.

The room was filled with silence, vengeance, and pain. The realization of the fresh betrayal sent a wave of nausea through them. The depth of the deception, the sheer audacity of his performance, was staggering. He hadn't just delivered the worst form of betrayal, he had lived a complete lie for years, basking in the reflected glory of the family he was strategically destroying. He was a man no one would believe could hurt a fly.