Devil Angel Painting Novels & Stories

“Now back to my question. What’s the deal with the symbols on the wall? They look like Egyptian hieroglyphs.” “Oh? Well, I didn’t expect that to be your question,” the devil says. “The symbols are called torishique in my language. They are basically the words in the language used by the Devil Clan.” “Each torishique denotes a word. We devils have a tradition of using torishique to write various stories on the walls of our buildings, may it be houses, temples, or even mere shops. Sometimes these stories would be legends, exploits of heroes of old.”

They stood there for a beat, just holding one another, and Adom had to shake himself free of the strange longing that was beginning to invade his mind. "Why don't we take this to the bed," he suggested, hands beginning to tug on Win shirt. The Angel nodded and pulled it off, his own hands unbuttoning Adom jacket, but the Devil was far too impatient for that. He banished it with a flourish of magic that had Win chuckling softly. The Angel hopped up on the bed, scooting back until his back was to the pillows. Adom followed after him, crawling over that long lean body like a predator. They shared a grin before the Devil leaned over and again kissed his Angel .

I warn him yet again, my hands busy turning me to Picasso with a contour brush to my face re-applying my smeared make up, I threaten him with a smile on my face as I practice the best version of my fake smiles to give to the audience when I leave this bathroom and head back out to the party. It really does feel like making a deal with the devil, the atmosphere becomes quiet and dingy, I can hear a pin drop at this point, the hairs on my arms and neck are as erect as if electric charges had passed through them or something. " Okay okay I hear you, just stop with the mention of death it's too gruesome for me," that is so ironic coming from the Devil himself. I honestly cannot picture the Devil

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.

Dev glanced up to met the twins’ gazes as they suddenly pointed their fingers in the sky. The purplish red patch disappeared as a crimson tint in the sky started to spread enveloping the whole surrounding with the bloody color. Dev widened her eyes in shock as the crimson tinge slowly disappear and the sky turned purple again. A bad omen! The demon realm is in danger! Dev hurriedly swept the things on the table as she spread a layer of empty paper in front of her. She then chanted a spell as the images started to appear. She darted her eyes on the image and watched the whole scene with unblinking eyes.

Gaze deeply filled with hatred and anger at each other. And then... The wings of the grim reaper spread wide. So beautiful were the angel's white and fluffy wings. The devil's wings were thin and black like bats. Horns suddenly appeared from ahead. The ears also change shape like the devil in general. As it turned out, that demon was turning into a handsome boy to trick lost spirits like Ardina. "Prepare to give my brother!" Exclaimed the devil showing off his black and pointy nails. Her teeth looked creepy as her evil smile grew on her lips.

His jawline defying his looks, his thin beard look so appealing by looking at his side look. I walked towards him but trying not to look bold, I was looking at another painting too. I saw he's alone when he looked at this one painting that interested him. I decided to stand a few steps beside him and looked at the painting that interest him. It's a painting about 2 different world, the upper one is light and the bottom one is dark. The painting represented heaven and hell as I looked at it more and more. "Devil and Angel." I stated and I know he turned his head to mine. I turned to him and I saw he’s smirking. My heartbeat went crazy.

“Of course he does. The Devil always does.” He blinked at her, unsure if she was joking. She leaned in slightly, adjusting the collar near his neck as she whispered, “Listen to me, cher garçon. The Devil cannot be understood, nor can he be coerced. You may think he loves, you may think he destroys, but really, it is all the same to him. It is all just… instinct.” Her eyes flicked toward Kain, who was now idly folding a page from one of his documents into neat, exact creases. “Keep your guard, mon ange. Always. You will be fine if you remember that.”

"I keep my eyes on those I trust the most. Now tell me, where is the pen drive?" “I don't have the pen drive,” gasped the man, struggling to breathe. David sneered. “Oh, really? You're not very convincing, Parker.” With a swift motion, he punched the man in the face, causing blood to gush from his nose. Parker winced. “I swear, I don't have it,” he pleaded. David's eyes blazed with fury. “You think you can lie to me? I'm the Devil. Tell me where it is.”

The wind that swept through Deira carried an omen: The devil had stirred, and the kingdom would soon tremble.