Devil Dust Hazbin Hotel Novels & Stories

The man smiles, pulling out a key from under and placing it on the table. Sebastian smiles at him, retrieving the key as from underneath his palm as he places fifty bucks on the counter. He turns to scrutinize the place again. It is not worth the fifty bucks. It is not worth a damn payment at all and the bull head hanging just a few inches off the top feels more like for fetish shit than a real motel. “Welcome, enjoy your stay.” The man flashes a set of decayed brown teeth. Sebastian forces a chuckle in return as he heads towards the stairs.

His voice drops into a dark, lethal tone that carries to every single corner of the silent chapel. "You know what they say, Pierre… the devil always comes to collect..."

Devil was bleeding from his nose and mouth and he knew that the usual yellow of his eyes had sunk into a crimson red. His voice was unusually sibilent as his demonic magic threatened to overtake him. “You have no idea what I’m going to do, my love,you don't know the real me, if I can break your bond with your soulmate I can do anything, I want you to be mine and always mine and no one going to take you away from me not even dead” he said before he released the angel and moved away, opening a magic circle. "Dean" Win saw a big man with red eyes come from shadow.

I whisper in fear. Tsking, and biting his lip, he shakes his head. “Oh, no. Don’t think of it like that,” he says sweetly, his nefarious smile shifting to sweet and beautiful. “I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.”

I purred, rolling my hips until his knuckles kissed the mouth of my womb. “The devil just found his god.” Azrael’s answering growl vibrated straight through my spine. He hated losing control. He hated even more that he couldn’t tear his eyes off the holo-feed still burning across the glass: Vuk’s massive frame silhouetted in moonlight, the tiny white-haired girl impaled and shaking on his knot, both of them glowing like a fallen star swallowed by hellfire. I licked a slow stripe up his throat, tasting smoke and pure envy.

While walking through the garden of this mansion, I suddenly remembered that day we met Hensley or let's say Elorah. "Okay? What are we going to talk about Gethro?" I said while looking at the flowers in the garden of the mansion. "About Derek and Hideo because in fact Don Morfeo, the devil is back." He said as if I was terrified by what he was saying. but who is the devil? "Then?" I thrifty answered as he bent down to smell a flower in the garden. "Derek and Hideo is a rapist, it's not just that they were resurrected because of their new leader." Gethro said and he looked at the around before telling me some more information.

"Forget the nonsense Salazar or anyone else has been feeding you. You're perfect the way you are and if I hear anything about you being on a diet again or trying to lose weight, heads will roll. Do you understand?" Maldito, I'm dazzled. For a moment there, the look in his eyes turned menacing and I finally caught a glimpse of the devil he hides behind that sexy body. I can totally picture him chopping a man up with a kitchen knife while smiling. That thought has moisture pooling between my legs and I squirm, trying to get some relief. Violence turns me on. He crosses the small space between us. Judging by how he's gotten in my face, I think he's finally going to take the initiative but he on

Who are you really, Lucian Devlin? The question burned in my chest. I’d seen the cracks in his armor last night. I’d heard the names—his mother, Liam, Beverley. He was hunted by ghosts I couldn’t yet name, but I knew one thing with certainty: I had to find out who they were if I ever wanted to understand the man who owned me. And maybe… maybe he wasn’t the devil after all. Maybe he was just a man who had already been burned by hell. The thought unsettled me. It almost scared me more than his control did.

After what seemed like an eternity of walking, they came to a stop in front of massive double doors carved with intricate designs that looked like demons dancing in flames. "You can go in, your highness," the maid said before quickly turning and hurrying away, clearly wanting no part in whatever was about to happen. Eryndra stood alone in the empty corridor, staring at those ominous doors. She took in a deep breath, trying to gather what little courage she had left, then slowly pushed the doors open. The moment she entered the room, she could see him clearly - the devil himself sitting casually on the enormous four-poster bed with a scroll in his hands. He was still partially dressed from th

For what felt like a skyrocket, a figure shot upward to the sky and stood just a few inches from where Zeus was and was also floating on air. Darkness blazed everywhere, and it became so hideous that made Lucas and Draco fall to their knees but as expected Zeus was the only one left standing. The devil had emerged, and he was just like the replica of Lucas. Same features, but only that the Devil's hair was darker and he had a crest on his forehead. “Hello son.” Luci the devil spoke while facing his back at Lucas. Lucas, who was on his knees, finally felt a little strength surging around him, and he quickly got up.