Devil In The Flesh 2 Novels & Stories

The answer held the most amusement so far. "I did n-- Oh." Spitfire could feel the blood draining out of his face. He braced one hand on the ground to keep from falling over. The Black Devil had come for him. After his shenanigans in the Underworld, he was going to have to pay up for being an ass. Unless he could talk his way out of it... "You needed me to, though. Those Demons were serious about ousting your old ass." Spitfire internally winced. Maybe calling the Black Devil old wasn't the way to win him over.

Vimar and Brage sink into the grass, while Indra manages to stay upright. "Your friends aren't as strong as you are. You're interesting, little girl. Who are you?" Indra raises her chin, looks defiantly into the fairy queen’s bottomless black eyes and replies in a strong voice: "I am Indra, the Devil's Daughter." Melia's backing away. Her companions make hissing noises and the ashen fog retreats several meters revealing blossoming wildflowers underneath. Melia raises a hand and the fog stops. Then she turns back to Indra and studies her from top to bottom. "I didn't know Lucifer had a daughter..."

I heard the shower running and made my way there. “Can you believe that bastard?!” I almost shouted. Cara let out a scream as I barged in. I ignored her and sat on the toilet lid. “Could you at least knock?! What if I was shaving?” “Sorry. Back to my problem.” I said dismissively, and she poked her head out of the shower to look at me. “I talked to the Devil.” “What Devil?” “That Devil, Damiano.” “Ah. Why? Miss him?” She winked, but I only scowled.

The man informed to his boss right on the time. The man on the other side just let out a chuckle which didn't fail to give chills to the people beside him. It was scary, his laugh! It was more scary than a viper. No wonder they call him HADES!, The Devil. "Hmm, she's missing? Right when I'm finding her, Interesting! Very interesting!" his smirk widened as he leaned against his chair majestically after hanging up the phone. "Please, Spare me. I'm sorry I wouldn't try to spy on you again. I wouldn't even live in this country anymore. Please I beg you."

The demon is ejected, shrieking, into the muddy void. At last, I’m free. As I, too, separate from my body and begin to descend, something shifts in the murk below us. An eerie red glow filters through my field of vision, bringing with it a searing heat. Hell, I realize dejectedly. But is that really any surprise? All of the terrible things I’ve done flash through my mind. Using women like objects to cheat on Julia, who’s only sin was to love me in the first place. Building a business on a foundation of exploitation and greed. Slapping my wife.

Angelica Did I mention I made a deal with the devil? Well, I gave him an inch and now he was asking for a mile. I had an ominous feeling as soon as I heard that eerie tune I had reserved for the secret phone I used to communicate with The Viper. It wasn’t just the fact that The Viper couldn’t be calling me at random that gave me the chill. It was the knowledge that I had been sloppy enough to not turn the phone off after the last call.

Reva's POV Beep. Beep. Beep. Beep. I grabbed the bat from under my bed and pressed my back to the wall. The door opened. I swung hard. “REVA!” I stopped the bat two inches from Petra’s face. We stared at each other. “What is wrong with you?” Petra pressed her hand to her chest. “You almost killed me.” “I almost killed an intruder,” I said. My hands shook. “And what are you doing here?”

Ha‍nnah sta⁠red⁠ a‍t‌ the wall w‍ithout say⁠ing‌ any word. “I won't repeat‍ mys⁠elf,‌ w‌ho sent you?” “Just click it,” s⁠he spat out. “Fine.” The sou‍n⁠d of the gun ec‌hoed through the room and she collapsed. The sound jumped int‍o my chest, and m⁠y‍ body sud‍denly moved. I hit my hand over m⁠y mouth to hold back a scream‌. My elbow suddenly hit a metal mop that ‍ leaned ag‌ainst‌ the crates.

Then I slide off the stone, and the moment my bare feet touch the floor, I see him. The heartless devil is crumpled a few feet away, sprawled on his side like something that has been broken and discarded. He's screaming in pain. I move closer, and the moment I do, he howls. His body convulses, his back arching as if something inside him is tearing him apart. Blisters erupt across his skin in real time, angry and swollen, the flesh smoking where the sanctum brushes against him. The smell of burning fat seeps into the air. When he tries to crawl away, I crouch in front of him, fascinated. He shrieks louder just because I'm there.

With my fingers, I thrusted into my pussy and stroked gently with a moan. It felt good, and soon, I was immersed in pleasuring myself. Just then, my eyes caught sight of the door knob turning. My eyes widened. I wanted to stop, but I couldn't as I haven't reached an orgasm yet. The door opened and my heart began to thud heavily when I saw a glimpse of black pants which I could swear I saw Dante wearing. Suddenly, I could see him standing by the door, his glare immediately shifting to an almost soft expression. His lips twitched when he saw me in a very compromising situation, with my legs still widely opened.