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Finally… Oh, the devil, what a hell of a pain! The vile whore deprived HIS eye! Creature, dangerous, cunning, vicious creature! HE warned that pissy Charlie not to trust her! Nothing, HE has already dropped one door, he will knock out the second one and get to the vile bitch! And then HE will cut her into pieces, but first gouge out her foul snake eyes!

It’s a dark purple, it’s so enormous and poisonous upon breathing the smoke it releases. Samael laughed insanely, like there’s no tomorrow. Evil like him doesn’t just give up so easily and he’ll do everything to conquer the entire magic realm. Alice and the sisters frowned. It was the first time they saw a powerful devil slime and they couldn’t identify its weakness because its body is not just slimy but it also becomes a poisonous smoke when Demonise tries to slice it and it will grow back like nothing happened. This type of slime is so dangerous because the smoke could kill when inhaled.

The air reeked of iron and death, heavy and nauseating. “Too noisy.” The voice that followed was chilling—calm, devoid of any emotion yet deep and smooth like a devil's lullaby. It belonged to only one man: Leonardo Morano. Known in hushed whispers as the Devil himself, his mere presence drained the warmth from the room.

For him there is nothing sincere, let alone love, there is only playing and having fun. Then what is even more disgusting is that he is also a chameleon who can transform into anything. If you get a target that is fairly difficult then he will transform into someone else. It depends on the personality of the person being targeted. So don't be surprised if he can act like an innocent person. Sometimes Gerand thought his younger cousin was more suited to be an actor than a CEO. That's right, Deny Felixa is also a CEO just like him. His attitude was unstoppable. Deny was even more of a jerk than Gerand Yosefa in that disguise.

"You gave her that money willingly. Last I checked, you were practically celebrating. So happy about this." "Things changed." She changed them. "She's in my territory now, Dmitri. That's all that matters." A beat of silence. Then — "The devil is coming down to hell, gentlemen." His voice dropped away from the phone as he announced it to the room. "Brace yourselves." I ended the call. Good mood. Excellent, in fact. Time to let the beast out.

They rushed the hallway again. Elara stepped forward into the doorway and opened fire. The corridor erupted in gunshots. Two attackers fell. Another stumbled backward, clutching his shoulder. But the rest kept advancing. Bullets slammed into the metal frame of the doorway, sending sparks into the air. Elara ducked and reloaded quickly. Behind her, Dominic launched another command. SECONDARY FIREWALL ENGAGED This one was different. Instead of blocking the virus entirely, he redirected the infected processes into a looping cycle, a digital maze designed to trap the program inside its own replication patterns.

His voice drops into a dark, lethal tone that carries to every single corner of the silent chapel. "You know what they say, Pierre… the devil always comes to collect..."

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.

I threw on the big, fluffy bathrobe and slippers provided by the hotel, then headed out to the lounge area to devour the delicious food I knew was waiting for me. I was so ready to stuff my face. My heart stopped beating, and I froze when I spotted someone on the couch. They reached over to the lamp on the end table next to the couch and flicked it on. It was the Devil himself. Damiano. “Good evening, Althaia.”

Margie giggled, "Of course, I remembered. So, are you up for something like that again?" "No. And you shouldn't be up for something like that as well. You are married into the royal family. Also, unless you desire to sleep in the stable, you can try something like that. I am sure the witch won't spare you." "Who is a witch?" Janice and Margie let out a loud shriek, whilst clasping each other's hands. "Damn it, Jeremy, you almost gave me a heart attack!" "Easy wifey." Jeremy chuckled and dodged the pillow Margie sent sailing to his head.