Devil Dice Cuphead Novels & Stories

“You of all people should know that in the Mafia world, trust is a currency no one can afford.” His smirk twisted into something cruel. “I must say... you’re too dumb to be called the Mafia Devil.” I couldn’t help but chuckle, the sound low and bitter, watching his arrogance drip like poison. “Only a trap,” I said softly, eyes narrowing. “I really didn’t expect you to fall for it, Siego.” His gaze flickered, if only for a fraction, before he doubled down, voice heavy with disdain. “You’re quite brave to think you could come here alone and walk away in one piece.”

A ridiculous combo if you ask me, but no one asked me, so here we are. Jesper spreads his arms wide like some referee about to officiate the Olympics. “Okay, everyone knows the drill. Ten cups, pyramid, center of the table. Only, tonight it’s not beer.” He lifts a shot glass filled with the suspicious neon liquid Cam whipped up earlier. “It’s Cam’s Delight.” The table groans. Cam beams, positively glowing now. “Don’t all look so excited at once.”

The room was a haven of secrets, and the silence within its confines was almost deafening. As they took their seats, I ensured each man's order was met with meticulous attention. Emilio Vargas requested a glass of single-malt Scotch, neat, while his brothers opted for various selections of aged whiskey and classic cocktails. Diego, the tech expert, requested a simple glass of water, his focus ever on the devices he carried. With their orders taken care of, I moved to the head of the table, standing before Emilio Vargas, who was now regarded as the puppeteer among his peers. I knew this was the moment to set the tone for the meeting.

“I don’t have time for your empty threats.” “Empty?” Valerian’s laughter was hollow. “You think I’m bluffing? Listen here, Cassiel. You return Bash to me, or I’ll make sure your skull becomes my new drinking cup. Picture it — me at the bar, pouring the finest whiskey into your hollowed-out head.” Cassiel’s lip curled in disgust. “I’d like to see you try. You’re still too much of a coward to come at me directly.”

He wanted more money than what Lucifer had offered him so he ended up signing a contract with another devil. He had not thought about his family then. If only he had not done it! He picked up the gun and pointed at the devil in front of him. BANG! A whiff of smoke rose from the hole of his head; his immobile body collapsed on the floor. Andreas's lifeless eyes looking at up the sky. Lucifer knelt down at the dead body. "You had a chance," Lucifer spat harshly. This time he had given Andreas an authentic gun. Silence engulfed the atmosphere, the cold breeze cooling their sweaty bodies. Even breathing seemed like a crime for his men. This is Lucifer Camphell, the devil of NYC.

A low chuckle escaped Devil’s lips. “We all know the rules guiding this club,” he said coldly. “The devil does not give second chances.” A pause. “If you make a mistake… you die.” The air turned suffocating. With a simple nod of his head, his right-hand man stepped forward. Execute. He placed a small, round blue candy into the trembling man’s hand. “You are to eat this.” The man hesitated—just for a second. Then, under the weight of Devil’s gaze, he swallowed it.

"Those fucking cops have overrun the place." The boss? Was Santiago the boss? "Clear out room 56, subito!" And then the line went dead. Without delay, I grabbed the dead man's gun and rushed off, heading below deck. There had to be something important in that room, and I needed to find out what. I spotted some men headed toward me and immediately slipped behind a wall, heart thudding in my chest. I checked the gun, making sure there were bullets in it. "Kill any cop you run into. I fucking hate those cockroaches." Someone snarled.

Then he softly assured her, "Don't worry, I’m usually pretty good at this.” Sylvia pouted and ignored him. John observed them and said with a smile, “Master Carter, are you ready?" Odell announced, "Let's get started." John promptly picked up a cup with a dice inside it and shook it. He slammed the dice cup on the table and smiled mischievously at Odell, “Master Carter, take a guess.” Odell seemed to ponder for a moment, “Six.” John picked the cup off the table to reveal the dice underneath, the face of the six-sided dice had three dots on top of it.

“It’s not.” She approached, holding the cup delicately, like a chalice meant for worship. “Drink it, and it’ll be painless. Refuse, and Darren will make it slow and painful. Either way, you die tonight.” I spat at her feet. “Go to hell.” Her hand shot out, grabbing my chin, forcing my face upward. Her grip was iron, her eyes blazing with fury. “I’ll, but you'll go first.” I thrashed, twisting my head violently, knocking the cup from her grasp. It hit the floor and shattered, the liquid spilling across the stone like ink spreading through paper.

~✴~ The DEVIL'S Heart ``````````````````` PERORATION : I love you and it is the only thing I believe in - The Devil ` ` `