Devil Fruit Ace Novels & Stories

“I am such a nice demon. Not everything is as simple as good or evil. Even Lucifer himself has a good side. He may be known for the way he punishes the wicked but you don't see him harming good people. Any who are led astray by him did so of their own free will. Good people do not just turn evil because someone promises them all they ever wanted. You will see. I have to be going. I will be sending Phenex to help get you ready for dinner. You must look your best to impress the master tonight. “ with that he left the room. My mind was reeling how was I supposed to believe all of this? If this was true that would mean Damien was the son of satan. What were they planning to do with me and why di

"I'm a Devil . All things are possible." Win looked at him then, his gaze telling Adom something that the Devil could not quite understand, but a pool of warmth formed in his stomach. It was an unfamiliar sensation, but not altogether unwelcome. He smiled, stealing another kiss and deepening their connection. His hand came up and cupped Win face as the Angel reached over and clutched his shirt. A snap of Adom fingers had them naked and Win shivered as his newly bared flesh was hit by the cool air of the room.

She bowed to serve him no matter what the cost, and has been living up to it. Jade is the opposite of Isaac who is just a computer genius. He had a soft heart, and couldn't even look at Cole and Jade when they were drenched in blood. That’s something that complements the two. Despite their difference, Cole thinks of them both as important. They are the assets of the Vendetta Mafia. Cole wanted to see Bright first thing, but when he saw his reflection in the mirror, he turned to Jade. There’s no way he’s going to present himself to Bright, looking like he just left his job at the slaughterhouse.

Who would leave such a little girl wandering alone in a huge building like this? "What's your daddy's name?" Angela requested. "Lucifer...daddy's name is Lucifer," Alicia said. Angela's eyes widened in shock. Lucifer Camphell?! This little angel is that jerk's daughter?! That means mother must be a saint! "I know where your daddy is, so don't worry," Angela said. The girl smiled instantly. Angela reached her hand for her to hold but Alicia spread out her hands wide hopped up and down like a cute bunny. "Pick me! Pick me!"

They saw fury in the devil's eyes. "I shall decide on your judgement now," he said with no emotions. He disappeared like a flash of lightening. Juno looked around at the faces of everyone standing. A lot of footsteps were heard. Nefertiti and the Noble ladies tan in and halted at the sight of Juno. "Juno," Nefertiti called. "What have you done?" Adrian reappeared with his sword and they all gasped. "Brother!" Louis shouted. "Don't you do it!" Frederick yelled as he ran towards Adrian.

But before she could make contact, she was shoved back—hard! "Whoa, what the hell?!" Dorothy yelped as she stumbled back, falling on the ground on her butt again. Her face turned a bright red as she rubbed it in embarrassment. Ace didn’t look fazed; in fact, he seemed mildly annoyed. But Dorothy couldn’t help it—she just got a little too distracted by the sheer presence of the most terrifying, yet annoyingly attractive, man in existence. “Do you want to die?” Ace asked, his tone surprisingly calm, as though he were genuinely curious, as if he were waiting for her answer.

There he met him. Ace reclined on a bench, his head back, a goblet halfway full dangling from his fingers. His shirt was unbuttoned at the chest, and his hair clung wet to his forehead as if he'd splashed himself with water or consumed more wine than he'd drunk. Jugs lay empty across the board. A fermented drink hung in the air.

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.

His eyes widen as he stares at me. “Erm.” I laugh seeing him silenced. “Please?” Hell, I am part of them. I’m a Devil, so I need to overcome this shit. Maybe people learning how I helped carve him up will stop others from coming for me? Maybe they will stop thinking I am weak and a target. Who knows, maybe it won’t. “Sure thing, little birdie. Pick your weapon.” I skip across the room and choose a dagger. “Now, pick what to cut off, or carve.” Demitri’s words are whispered in my ear.

he paused and stated hesitantly, “...if you don’t mind.” Vivica looked at his still guilty and sad expression for a longer moment. She had not thought that Finn would send Ace. Her devil was always so unpredictable but this time she could see what Finn was doing. She quietly accepted the lunch box and turned around to leave. Ace stood there motionless with a depressed heart in the absence of response from her when Vivica turned to look at him. “Did you eat?” Ace’s heart jumped. She never offered to talk to him unless it was business but now…