Devil Angel Painting Novels & Stories

"What do you mean?" "I just mean, you're a formidable businesswoman. I imagine there's quite a lot occupying your mind," he replied. A soft chuckle escaped me. His sense of humor, both humble and perceptive, intrigued me. "So, you're a lover of art?" I asked, turning back to the mesmerizing painting before us. "I'm obsessed," he stated simply. A faint, knowing smile played on my lips. "What's your favorite artwork?." "Devil in a Silhouette by Stéi Fontaine," he said without hesitation.

Clenching my fist I looked up and I was correct. "I saw you checking me out." Raphael said as he scanned my body. I sucked in a breath and spoke up. "I know who you are." I said hoarsely. "Took you a while to figure out Miss. Lebedev." He replied. "How is your father?" He smirked. "Stay the fuck away or I'll-" "Kill me." "Inform your father the 'devil'." "You'll do what red?" He said with a bored tone. Red?

Jon gasped. "So you've heard the stories," said Dante. "Many stories have circulated among the locals about the island, about me. Some you would consider bizarre, others downright impossible." Dante laughed, his voice filling the room. "Perhaps you also heard of the story that I was the ember ghost, that I was the devil incarnate." "Whh-who painted this?" Jon asked Dante. Dante smiled wickedly and did not say a word. "There's something about the painting and that creature that's strangely hypnotic. At the same time, I could sense a certain familiarity, as if I've seen it before," noted Jon.

As Axel was resolved to having what he wanted. A family with the only person he loved all his life. And to his next if so God forbids. *** Urie was admiring all of the paintings at the gallery that Axxel's company owns. When he came across a very odd piece. It was the biggest of all the paintings hanged in there. An image of an angel and a demon. Who seemed to be stretching their hands towards each other. The angel had a very beautiful and gleaming aura. Its wings spread upwards. Like it just descended from heaven.

The Glambour forest, also known as the Devil's vale was situated in the western part of Patasia continent with mysterious supernatural secrets. lt was the earlier meeting place of different nations but now everyone was scared to cross that place due to it's dark secrets. History saying that hosts, sightings of the reaper, wolf packs gathering, vampire hideaways–all present in this forest at one time. Popular rumour about the forest was the paranormal activities of the non human creatures of there. Once approximately in early twentieth century, a pregnant lady and her husband were trapped in this mysterious forest because of the broke off of their black classic british sports car.

His fingers sizzled behind a lavender scent as he yanked it forth. The Devil roared its rage. The mouth in its stomach vomited up red ink that stained his hands. The floor cracked open and fiery stairs led the way down. “What is this?” Jon yelled. “Communion,” The Devil answered. “One step beyond.” “Always just one step beyond.” The demons chained at the Devil’s feet simpered and cried. From their mouths came a stream of unending babble. *** The Male Demon thundered:

The devil spoke with a mocking tone, "My beautiful visitors, I think you were dying to see me. Now I’m here, but I was in the middle of something. I suppose I’ll have to finish it in front of you." With that, the devil lifted the barely conscious woman, preparing to deliver a fatal blow. Zack sprang into action, using all the strength he could muster to punch the devil. At the same time, Petra threw a knife-like device at the devil’s arm. This device, crafted by the Angels of the Burning Sun’s science tech team, had the power to break bones in ordinary humans. However, it only managed to scratch the devil slightly, though it was enough to make him release the woman.

She twisted the doorknob and walked in, the room was vivid because of the moonlight, and as she walked in, memories rush through her like a breached dam. It was her favourite places in the villa, her art room. Beautiful paintings were neatly hung on the wall. The smell of acrylics and oil paints were some of the smells she would never get tired of. She walked closer and found the painting of a fallen angel, it was a birthday gift she had sent her grandfather during her first year in America. In the painting, the angel was crying tears of blood as her wings were clipped off by a demon. The demon had fallen for her and so he cut off wings so she couldn't go back to heaven and would stay in hel

The night that was slowly turning into a nightmare for me, my mother had said I had been talking in my sleep again last night. And Amanda was very wrong, the conversation most definitely didn't take five minutes. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ The first thing my eyes went to when I got to work later that afternoon was a painting that hung beside the ancient wall clock behind the counter. It was a queer painting if I had ever seen any as it, it contained a man that apparently was supposed to be the devil with his charcoal black skin, pointy, black head horns and long spiky tail. The eyes were painted a bloody shade of red that were enough to give nightmares, as if I needed more of t

I’d seen enough death for my mind to fill in the blanks. “We know it was The Devil, because of the name on the list?” I ask, shifting in my seat. Chels hums. And then she shoves something under my nose, a photo of something. I pluck it and bring it close to my face to be able to make out the blackened caricature of the devil. Two horns on a round face, a fork for tail. A shivered gasp leaves me. “The Devil’s calling card.” She nods. Only very proud killers stake their claims so proudly. All these while, The Devil hadn’t staked a claim to any of his kills. Not one.