Devil May Cry 1 Blue Orbs Novels & Stories

But hearing it from Zayden’s own mouth was something else entirely. She looked around, pretending to be fascinated. “And these drugs… what do they do?” Zayden ran a hand through his hair, hesitating. Then he walked over to one of the shelves, picking up a small vial filled with a shimmering blue liquid. “This,” he said, turning to face her, “is the one that made me dream of you.” Hema’s breath caught. What? He smiled, but it was laced with something vulnerable. “That day in the lab, I took a microdose of this. It induces a state of euphoria—makes you experience a lifetime in minutes.”

My dumb brain had landed me in more trouble. I was completely at his mercy and this might be the night I finally pay for my sins. He lowered me unto my bed and I quickly pulled the covers over my body. He narrowed his eyes and yanked it away immediately. "Are you going to kill me?" I croaked, my voice cracked from crying and screaming. He looked up at me, his dark grey eyes focused on mine like he was trying to see my soul. Without warning, he grabbed my dislocated ankle and twisted it back into place.

This is torture! Inner Devil 2: ‘Freya, for the love of sanity, please pass out.’ Freya’s inner devils were now building protest signs: [End the Boring! Save the Babies!] When that didn’t work, Inner Devil began chanting hypnosis: ‘Freya, look into my eyes.’ Inner Devil 2: ‘She can’t see your eyes, Genius!’ Inner Devil: ‘Look into the book! Now, roll your eyes, round and round, round and round, and round. You are feeling sleepy!’

"I fucking hate you" He didn't even seem fazed by my little outburst. Just stared at me like I was boring. "I haven't even started Matilda, you can't break already, that would be fucking boring" I was starting to realize why they called him the devil. His eyes spoke of torture and for the first time, I was truly scared of what he might do to me. A notification cut through the silence. His phone. He glanced at it once. Then his expression shifted slightly. Not emotionally, Just focused now.

The power gathers to a peak, and I feel myself teetering on the edge of something huge and beyond my understanding. “From light to shadow, from stone to bone, I send you back to the void you’ve known. By earth, by sky, by sea, I proclaim, Be gone, demon, in darkness remain.” “Fuck you!” I scream, unleashing the tidal wave of energy in one terrible, devastating tsunami. Wind whips through the cemetery. Amos lets out an inhuman screech as the roots and the mud suck his form down into the water. I watch as his wild, pale face disappears into impossible depths, something beneath the swamp itself.

Vaelor pulled up a political alignment map. Colored indicators appeared beside the names of Dominion council members. Blue. Gray. Red. I stepped closer to the screen. “What do the colors mean?” “Blue supports expanding the corruption investigation.” “And red?” “Opposes it.” “And gray?” “Waiting to see who wins.” I sighed softly. “Political survival.” “Exactly.” Dominic studied the map carefully. “How many red?” Vaelor zoomed in. “Eight.” Dominic nodded slowly. “And blue?” “Ten.”

EMILY'S POV The clubhouse was blaring with music, its bass vibrating through the marble floor. I slid down from the pole, my eyes scanning the audience who cheered me on. I let out a faint smile and bowed to demonstrate an end to my show. Still, I searched for him. Not until my eyes landed on the person I wanted to see. Dante Moretti. He sat there, his cold eyes completely glued to me. My heart skipped a beat and I shivered as I quickly averted my gaze from him. Then I recalled Salvatore warning me not to waver in front of him. He could detect even the slightest change in behaviour.

He cursed under his breath. At first prince Arthur couldn't take his eyes off the red ones peering at him, it was as if he has been glued to those flaming eyes, but that spell lost it effect on him the moment he heard another growl from the massive creature laying on the floor with an arrow stuck in his heart. ‘ isn't this what they call caught between the devil and the deep blue sea?, but then no matter how beautiful the sea might appear, the devil you know is far better.’ “Ahhhhhhhh"

I ask Vivian to be sure. She looks up at me and replies, "It's the orb of doom." "And what does it do?" "You'll see," she says and turns her attention back to the orb. With both her hands placed on it, she closes her eyes and starts muttering some words. Next, a purple smoke starts to form in the orb. I look closely at the orb as images start to form through the dust. Goosebumps spread over my skin. Delilah is also beside me, looking at the magical display.

Scared to see his pitch dark blue eyes which were filled with killing intent as he wants to strangle her to death. She reminisced about the moment of the past when he grabbed her neck, nearly choking her to death. That day, she was frightened to see his dark blue eyes filled with killing intent as she was now. Today he was looking at the same DEVIL as he looked at that day. He was staring at her with his bloodshot red eyes. It was like his stare was piercing through her soul.