Devil May Cry 1 Blue Orbs Novels & Stories

Luciano De La Vega, known as Diablo, is a cold and untouchable billionaire. Feared by his employees and misunderstood by the world, he hides a devastating truth: a fatal heart condition with no cure. To protect others from grief, Luciano builds walls so high that no one can reach him. Camila Torres never imagined her path would cross with the infamous Diablo, until a heated argument over a taxi ride pits her fiery temper against his ruthless arrogance. Days later, their families force them into a contract marriage: for her, a desperate attempt to save her father’s bankrupt business; for him, a duty to his family legacy. Bound by resentment, their union is anything but loving. Yet

Instead of the hollow sound of wood, I hear a soft click. A compartment opens. Inside lies a black notebook. Untitled, unmarked, just the initials V.M. etched in fading ink. Vittorio Moretti. I open it slowly. No dates. No numbers. Just a list of names, some crossed out, some circled. And beside one name, scrawled in darker ink, two words that make my stomach tighten: Blood Pact. I stare at it, my pulse steady but my hands clenched. Blood Pact. The term my father used for alliances sealed by death, promises that only ended when one party was buried.

Now, I grabbed a vial of holy water and, without hesitation, threw it at the orb. CRACK! The crystal orb exploded, sending shards flying. "No!" Delia screamed, lunging for it. "My scrying orb!" She collapsed, sobbing and trembling as if she'd lost her most precious treasure. I threw his own words back in his face, a cold smile playing on my lips. "It's just a scrying orb. What's the big deal?" I turned to leave. Damon reached for me, but Delia, pretending to be burned by the holy water, pulled him back.

“You smell really good without perfume. But if you want it, I know the perfect one.” 𝐒𝐞𝐱 𝐓𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐍𝐨𝐚𝐡 𝐒𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐧’𝐭 𝐁𝐞 𝐆𝐨𝐨𝐠𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠 Lucien’s eyes darkened instantly. 1. Buttplugs with tails.

Cara puella", he whispers and rubs his gnarled and chalky hands and slither towards her, only stopping when he is close enough that she can smell the rotten stench from his body. Charot's appearance can scare anyone. He is a master demon with cat like eyes, that glow in a peculiar light blue color, reminding her of a dying star. His ears are pointed, and claws like a cat ready to fight. His nose is two black angular holes deeply set into his pale face. His whole demeanor sends out a signal that this is a creature not to be taken lightly. His wings hang motionless along his bony body, and when he speaks you can glimpse white fangs.

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

I didn't feel my blood being sucked and neither did I feel any pain in my neck. What's going on? I slowly opened my eyes and to my surprise, I saw the last thing which I currently wished to see. "Ahh!" I scream while pushing myself backward. The person is none other than the devil who claims his name to be Orlan. His face was a few inches away from mine, and his greenish hazel eyes were reading me both inside and out. "Are you alright?" He asked with his gentle voice. Pffft! Now he's trying to behave gently towards me.

He sat down comfortably and gazed into the abyss he had created with a look of longing plastered on his face. "I cannot wait to face you again old friend Heimdall" he smiled happily, before smacking his lips as though he suddenly recalled something. "Ah no," Heavenly Demon Kim Min shook his head and added, "I guess you call yourself Fin now" ********** "It has ended," Butler Fin lifted the orb and gazed into the white mist that could obscure the vision of every single god out there. Not even Odin - nor Mimir with all his wisdom - could peer into the secrets of this orb. It didn't matter however, for the only secret this orb held was the secret of slaughter and mayhem.

Lisa watched, utterly fascinated, a connoisseur appreciating fine wine. The blue light swirling. Lyra’s struggles weakened, her vibrant green eyes dimming, fading to a dull, lifeless grey. Her body slumped, utterly still, as the last wisp of sapphire essence vanished. The whine died. Silence, thick and suffocating. Lisa carefully picked up the dark blue crystal, palm-sized crystal, radiating a deep, mesmerizing blue light—the concentrated essence of Lyra’s life, her spirit, her laughter. Lisa held it up to the light, turning it this way and that, her face alight with covetous delight.

“You, Devil! Never learned the lesson, are you?” Raj put everything in line, flow to reach the red sky. His speed so fast that no one will think to stop him. Strangely, the Devil finally stopped and as if his eyes flickered, it glow with red that suddenly mixed with blue that turned to gold. As the Alpha bumped to the red sky, the sound of gravel that so massive begun to shake the heaven. The Devil could only smile bitterly, he said softly, “My son...also connected to the curse. This has to happened, don't you think, Alpha?” He respectfully stared the man that suddenly glow with aqua blue light. His body begun emitting a howl that so strange the red sky shattered.