Devil Dice Cuphead Novels & Stories

Long sharp matching nails that were five inches long came after. A tail came out of me, long with deadly spikes at its end. I couldn't stand straight because of my bent back but instead, stood like the early men. My legs became claws that were longer than those of my nails. The only thing I could say was that wasn't me. It was someone else. The actual devil. Lot. I was just a carrier of Lot and the fact that he was in me made me feel like I was carrying a deadly disease. Lot summoned his weapon, the devil's tongue and held it with power. I watched from within. I was now just a mere spectator.

this place wasn't really a dice game hall it was a liquor shop , the strong smell if liquor were oozing everywhere making it impossible for me to breath . "I told you this place is no good for a lady " "let her be Oscar "Grace snap " what ever "I mumbled and made my way through the bunch of men , soon I got in front of a crowd of me laughing and cheering . I forced my way through them and that was when I saw it ,it was cup dice . " okay people we have our players reader ,now what do you have Gunji " a tall baldheaded man yelled , his voice dominated everyone around him .

The vampire was looking at the devil as if to a psychopath " well let's see how much more cuter my dear daughter can get" says the devil and got his wings out and started flying toward Celea

The reflection in the dice cup showed a man signaling with a throat-slitting gesture. The dealer pressed the button under his foot, causing the dice to roll slightly. He smirked, thinking, ‘So what if you’re powerful enough to identify the dice by sound? You’ll lose everything this round!’ Then, he dramatically lifted the cup, only to reveal 6, 6, and 6—triple! "N-No way!" the dealer exclaimed as he turned pale. Gasps of disbelief echoed around the table. "What do you mean by that? Are you saying that you can control the dice inside the cup?" Frederick asked, smiling slyly at the dealer.

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.

I clenched my fists, the memory of him attacking Charles flashing through my mind. "Go, get her some water," Leo ordered. "You know I only drink soda water, Leo. Have you forgotten my favorite?" I asked, carefully gauging his reaction. He looked at me, his eyes laced with suspicion. It turned out the real Elizabeth had loved soda water too. What a coincidence. "I'll be right back. Stay here with her," Leo said to the hitman before leaving. Now, the hitman and I were alone. I scrambled for a way to distract this bastard. Then, my eyes darted to the bottom of the shelf behind him—my phone was on the floor, tucked just out of sight. A strange idea suddenly sparked in my mind.

She heard him spit out some harsh words. "Shut up. Keep your words. Do you think I'm also happy to see the fact that the elegant and humble Howard Hunt turns out to be a barbaric man who loves to swear?" In Ha finally realized that there were characters who didn't match their personality. He finally sat down again. "Right. He never swore." They calmly discussed what had happened to them in the dream without realizing that they had finished several bottles of soju. ... “Ugh, my head.” In Ha grabbed her head. She din't know when she fell asleep. Her eyes blinked a few times, taking in her surroundings. Her body stiffened as she realized where she was. She was no longer in that old restaurant,

Chapter 18 — Worse Than the Devil Marcus Diego’s fingers drummed on the polished surface of the closed café counter. He had been here before sunrise, watching the world wake while shadows clung to the corners of the quiet lounge. Everything in this place—down to the copper kettle behind the bar and the hand-painted teacups in the display—was chosen with her in mind. Serena Vale. He had bought the café for her, down to the deed signed in her name. She had always wanted to work in a place like this. Back then, she used to smile while talking about steamed milk and pastries, unaware that life was preparing to break her instead.

I said with my gun to his head. “Diego?” That scoundrel Desmond said, he looked like he has seen a ghost. I guess I am a ghost to him now, I guess he thought I was dead but he forgot that it is impossible to kill the Devil, the devil controls Hades, the devil is Hades. “He…Raphael assured me that you are dead.” He said again, his mouth opened in shock, his face looks pale and ghostly like he had just seen a ghost. I smiled to myself, what a fool.

But, thanks to the chestnut-brown-haired man with a perfectly ironed suit standing before me, I'd have to pretend to be sane and not about to overdose on alcohol in order to pass out. I have no idea how close I am to this stranger until he turns around and his glass collides with my body, spilling the contents on me……