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He asked, seethed. The woman nodded with difficulty, she tried to open her mouth but except for air, nothing came. The devil smirked at me, "This is what happens Ella when someone hurts me deeply," He said staring into my eyes and then inserted his hand inside her pu**y, as she opened her eyes wide startled by his actions. She shouted in pain and fear but it was too late as the devil pulled her womb out of her body with cruelty. BOOM

"I keep my eyes on those I trust the most. Now tell me, where is the pen drive?" “I don't have the pen drive,” gasped the man, struggling to breathe. David sneered. “Oh, really? You're not very convincing, Parker.” With a swift motion, he punched the man in the face, causing blood to gush from his nose. Parker winced. “I swear, I don't have it,” he pleaded. David's eyes blazed with fury. “You think you can lie to me? I'm the Devil. Tell me where it is.”

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.

But if I think they would back down, they only continue to move towards us and start to break out in a fit of ungodly hissing. Well, my restraint snaps. With absolute determination to show them of their foolish ways, I step closer, "You have made a fateful mistake tonight." I pause for a moment as I position my finger softly against the trigger of the Colt. "For one, my dear friend, I am the only true Devil here," I slide the tip of my finger over the trigger, then I continue, "Your second was ruining a decent Armani." And with that, I gently snap my finger until it makes direct contact with the trigger that sets the motion for the bullet to leave the clip; there is a slight click as it slid

"What do you mean?" "I just mean, you're a formidable businesswoman. I imagine there's quite a lot occupying your mind," he replied. A soft chuckle escaped me. His sense of humor, both humble and perceptive, intrigued me. "So, you're a lover of art?" I asked, turning back to the mesmerizing painting before us. "I'm obsessed," he stated simply. A faint, knowing smile played on my lips. "What's your favorite artwork?." "Devil in a Silhouette by Stéi Fontaine," he said without hesitation.

The air thickened with the scent of fire and blood. I climbed the inner wall despite protests from guards. From there, I could see the battlefield unfolding beyond the gates. The enemy banners were black and crimson, the mark of the traitor faction we had believed weakened after Marcus’s defeat. We had been wrong. They had rebuilt. And they had come prepared. Dominic fought like something born of the storm itself. His blade moved in ruthless arcs, cutting through attackers with terrifying precision. Even from a distance, I could feel the power of him, controlled, focused, unyielding.

Moreover her hair was tough black and hands were fully tattooed with strange pictures. Other than this her eyes was no more doe-eyed like an innocent one but it was a beady black, shiny, impenetrable obsidian eyes. The most terrifying feature of her was the tattoed figure of a boy face in her neck. That tattoed face had some similarity with our cute little Abigal's face. "Abarat! Abarat! Abarat. Come here", she roared more loudly like a exquisitely horrid witch. While roaring the tattoed face on her neck was exposing and one can clearly say it was Abigal's face.

Aurelio shook his head, looking at his d*ck. "Boss... I swear, I'm sorry..." The man begged in vain. "Master... Please- Ahh!!" Amour screamed out in fright when Aurelio lowered his knife, chopping off his d*ck off his body. The blood splashed again on his cheek "Aaaarrrrgggghhh!!!!!" Aurelio picked an axe before he grabbed his throat tightly, nearly suffocating him. All through, Aurelio held a smirk on his lips but the look in his eyes showed he was furious.

“My favorite.” Dante’s free hand slid down my body, no permission, no hesitation, two fingers gliding through the mess between my thighs. I bucked, cursed, and tried to knee him in the balls. He shifted his hips, blocked me, and brought those soaked fingers up between us, glistening in the low light. “Open,” he ordered. “Choke on them yourself, bastardo.” He smiled, cold as anything cold, and smeared my slick across my own lips instead, slow, deliberate, painting me like a whore.

Into the open space between the two forces. I follow, staying just behind her like she ordered. The late afternoon sun is blinding after being inside. I squint against it. And see him. Dante. Standing in the center of his men. Arms crossed. Face carved from stone. But his eyes... Oh god. His eyes are red. Not gold like I've always seen. Not the amber-gold of his Lycan side. Red. Pure, burning red Like blood. Like fire. Like nothing I've ever seen before.