Novel & Cerita Devil Mario Fanart

Arya Santanu's breathing was so heavy, the vapor of her breath had a very hot temperature. "Die ...." Arya Santanu moved very quickly. With one hand, the young man grabbed one of the bandit's faces. Slowly his hand turned into a demonic hand. Hot steam emerged from the cracks in his hand. The demon hand looked like flowing lava. And the lava came from his blood that changed shape. ARGH!!!

"Recommend that his name is Jeremy, he is an OB employee. We will make an egg and meat martabak. Then there is rice and bread here, right? Ah yes, there are still meat supplies, right!?" "Gosh, you're so excited, Miss Jenny," Jeremy said, chuckling softly. What they saw at that time was a demon-possessed jenny. It was so fast that he was looking for a supply of meat until the table creaked his head. "We have to quickly find out, aish..., why is this a table so not understanding!?" "Ha ha ha." Regi's laughter was heard which immediately made Jeremy join in. It is true, why does that person even act funny and angry at inanimate objects.

"Evey, wait for me. I'm coming to find you. "Please wait for me..." I couldn't tell how much time had passed. Then I caught the sound of something hitting the floor as I was floating nearby. A knife lay there. I also noticed that his wrist was drenched in fresh blood. The crimson stood in stark contrast to his pallid face, creepy yet captivating. Hovering above, I observed him with an icy look. He clung to life with feeble breaths. His gaze fixed upon the sky beyond the window. "Evey... I'm sorry..."

A devil with no right to have a heart only if he knew he has the purest one. "Did they change you to become this?" I asked. He turned his attention to look at me, "Like what?" "Devil," "If I'm Devil then you are the Devil's Girlfriend?" And of course, I was speechless. "I..I," I stuttered. "Are you blushing Miss Vitalio by any chance?" And shit yes I was. His words affected my face. "No, why would I?" I lied looking away. "I wish your face would have told the same story," His face had a smirk and I felt like running from my spot.

My attention was drawn to vintage portraits and masterpieces, which were almost barely discernible by dirt and grime. I began taking a cautious stride forward while manually trying to calculate the floorboard's sturdiness. Then, with my bare fingers, I slowly and carefully brushed away the cobwebs obscuring the portrait, enabling me to see what the photo had to say. It was a photo of a woman and a child, theoretically a mother and daughter. With her brown and wavy hair, the woman strongly resembles a Goddess of Beauty intricately crafted in the form of a human. But there was just something disturbing and unnerving about her gaze that made the strands on my shoulders and the back of my neck s

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

It rang, and rang, then I remembered he didn't like to pick up unknown numbers and just as I was about to hang up… "Who the hell is this?" His voice came through, deep, cold, and familiar. It rolled through my chest like thunder. I swallowed. "Dante." I called and there was instant silence, then a sharp inhale. "…Princess." He was the only one who ever called me that and to the rest of the world, he wasn’t Dante. He was Doom... The name whispered in fear, the shadow in every dark alley and the monster Mafia boss parents warned their kids about.

He's the kind you run away from. If only my hormones would listen. A little bit of late night research yesterday showed me that Leone is the scariest thing to ever exist in this city. But what is even scarier than that? Nursing an unexplainable and worrying amount of chemistry with a man popularly known as "the Devil" by the criminal underworld. And for good reason too. He is as ruthless as they come, with a penchant for perfection that shows in all his assassinations, sporting a huge amount of political influence as a mafia boss that is crazy to begin to contemplate, as well as the kind of good looks to make any woman want to sin. Badly.