Devil Eyes Lights Novels & Stories

(Legion POV) I decide to meet Davian at the Flame dinner on 58th and 9th avenue in Manhattan. It’s not too far from Levi live but still a good distance for me to travel. I heard a lot of good things about this place from friends, like them having pretty good food. I get there to see that he was already there and pretty much has been here for a while waiting for me. He sat at a table close to the door, with his food already on the table. He wore a plain black button up shirt, and black rip jeans. His long dirty blonde hair was tied back to reveal that he had some ear buds in. Wearing dark sunglasses as he stares into his phone making everyone around him think he’s not paying attention to what

My eyes were beginning to blur away replacing my vision with nothing but redness, all the surroundings, Ralph, the light all disappeared replacing my sight with the color red. " What the hell! You're a demon!" I turned deaf ears to him while my body began to be in this sudden ignition mode. I felt myself lifting off the floor and my body moving in swift motions as if prepared for destruction. My ears itch badly as it badly ache me as if a sword was being pierced in my ears and at the same time on fire. " Shit! Drive the car, hurry!"

Mia hissed, barely looking at Hema. Hema sat still, her expression calm—too calm. Her fingers clutched the sides of the chair she sat on, back straight, chin lifted. Her eyes, though blank, had a heaviness to them. As if they had seen too much. She didn’t ask for clarity. She just nodded. From the depths of her purse, Hema retrieved a small glass vial—delicate, almost beautiful. The liquid inside shimmered a pale golden hue, silent and deadly. She rolled it between her fingers like a fragile piece of fate.

DOOM’S POV My shoulder still throbbed like a bastard, but I refused to let it show. I swapped my usual suits for a simple black shirt and a pair of tailored shorts, unbuttoned just enough to tease. It was warm tonight, and Sally liked casual Doom, something about seeing the devil without armor made her smile, maybe because it made her feel closer. The dining room lights were dimmed low, casting a golden warmth across the mahogany table. Candlelight flickered beside the fine china, and soft instrumental jazz hummed from the walls. I had told the staff to stay far away, tonight was ours.

Black as the darkest night hair against a crisp linen pillow, brown skin against a blindingly white sheet, and tiger’s eyes burning with deliberate cruelty and triumph into hers. In horrified rejection of the imagery that had sprung into her mind, Lara Anderson shuddered violently, dimly aware that she was still in the grip of severe shock. Abruptly, she was dredged from her turmoil by the insistent shrill of the telephone in the hall. Reluctantly she answered the summons, carefully shutting the lounge door behind her so that her father was not disturbed.

Glass shattering somewhere nearby. ‎My pulse spikes so hard it hurts. ‎“He is here,” Ingrid breathes. ‎No one answers because everyone already knows. ‎Lucien moves toward the door quickly. “Take her through the back tunnel.” ‎Another burst of gunfire rattles the walls. ‎Closer now. ‎Much closer. ‎The devil had arrived. ‎The next few seconds happen too fast. ‎Men outside start screaming orders. Bodies hit the floor. More gunshots explode directly outside the hallway now.

For a second, nothing happened until Viper felt a sharp but painless sensation suddenly shoot up from the back of her head and into her eyes which started to glow green. Her vision of Elektris then changed. She began to see other images, flashing past her eyes. There was an image of the hourglass-shaped Herald — the Okulus, the fiery red flashes of lightning — the Darkforce and the brightly glowing ring — Reign. Together, she saw all of them combine and morph into a bright overflowing mass of luminescence, all of which then died down until only the ring was visible, as if it had sucked up all of the light together with the other Heralds.

I poised another strike. Blue lightning streaked down from the sky. It walloped me, striking me down to the ground and flattening me to the surface. The breath was knocked out of me. I felt like a bug that had been smacked with a fly swatter. Lights flashed in my eyes. As they cleared, the stars in the night sky sparkled above among the light pollution. The blue eyes of the elf leader looked down at me. "When leaders say submit, you get to stop."

What bothers me is his eyes shifting to crimson black red again. I felt terrible witnessing the devil unleash himself in the light and silently wish for redemption. My eyes widens when I saw what he did next. His tongue darts out of his mouth, trailing the side of my neck before he looked up, welcoming my gaze and then his lips form into a devil smirk.

Lucas stood with his head lowered, as if he couldn't even bring himself to meet my eyes. Slowly, he took a small box from inside his coat and held it out toward me. His voice was hoarse and barely above a whisper. "Wilma, I want to return this to you." I opened the box and saw the familiar star-shaped pendant. It was the same one I had broken and tossed aside in the car. It had been fully repaired. The delicate star glinted faintly under the light.