Devil Inside Novels & Stories

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.

“What’s going on Legion?” “There is a problem downstairs.” “What?” “The Burning Devils President Pyro is down there looking for you Angel.” They both looked to me, but what the hell should I tell them.

Till he was just the breathing silhouette Sebastian had seen. Sebastian knows because he had felt the same. The day of Sarah’s death, he had felt a rage higher than a tower. He lost consciousness of every sense of morality that he had even pulled his gun scaring the kids that stood just where his daughter had left. He recalled the feeling of emptiness when he held lifeless Sarah on the ground, such that he had even wished a truce with the devil. If only it worked that way. So when Sebastian laid his eyes on the man, he knew exactly how he felt. A broken father.

I interjected sharply before she could even finish what she was saying. "He is not who you think he is!" I lowered my voice so our conversation does not reach prying ears. "Mom, what I am about to tell you is very serious, please do not think that I am insane or suffering from hallucinations, I know what I saw. The Devil is not a man, he is not a human being, he is something else, he is not from this world, you have to get us out of this house, out of this god forsaken country, mom!" Mom did not appear to be the slightest bit shocked, after all the crazy things I said, she was indifferent. I didn't understand it.

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.”

In a dimly lit room, tension hung heavy in the air as a trembling old man faced a mysterious figure. Fear etched deep lines on his weathered face as he mustered the courage to ask, "Who... are you?" With an air of chilling confidence, the enigmatic presence responded, "Calm down, old man. I'm not here to end your life. Allow me to introduce myself—I am Emine, the Devil Queen." She perched herself on the edge of the bed, toying mischievously with an object in her hands.

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It was few seconds before he continued, “There were many other specifics Hitler tried to conceal from people and even close associates and friends, but they are not relevant here. Coming to your observation that a troubled childhood was the cause of the grimmest holocaust in human history is not entirely true. There are many people around who had difficult and unhappy childhoods, but they don’t prompt such crimes like killing thousands of children with physical and developmental disabilities, gassing millions of helpless men, women and children and burying half-starved and broken people alive, all in the pretext of racial purity.” He looked at me and then said leisurely, “The explanation for

there was a strange guilt in his tone. A deep silence prevailed once again. The only noise that was heard was the IV drips and machine beeps. “Don’t sinners get a chance?” The profound yearning for forgiveness was clear in his voice, as the sky after a storm. “You are no sinner. You are the devil. You said it yourself,” she reminded him of the things he told her. “Devil is the most vulnerable entity in the supernatural world. Yet somehow, the world ignored the sinner that needed prayers the most,” his logic was agreeable, but she was no saint to forgive him—pregnant silence spread between the two.