Novel & Cerita Devil Of Melancholy Re:zero

He should suppose to touch it but a red smoke suddenly evaporates from inside the scar. “What the hell is this?” General Malta thought as the red smoke thickened. He stands up and steps backward widening his eyes as he witnesses Goryo’s body slowly woken up. The nine-footer devil was standing in front of him with his red eyes flaming and bulky body traced with dark veins up to his face. General Malta grasps his sword and quickly pulls it out from the scabbard, he narrowed his eyes as he quickly runs to attack the devil. The devil’s body was too slow to move because of its bulkiness. General Malta manages to slit the skin on his left arm as he slides down between the devil’s feet. General Mal

The flash between Lorenzie and Valdo that alternated when touching his body even though Hana was screaming and begging to stop “Remember when he framed the people you love. Because he too, Delldora ended up selling his soul to the devil and ended up like that. Look.. look.. once Valdo stabs that sword into Delldora's heart, Delldora will die. He won't be able to reincarnate and will be in hell forever. Ah, poor Delldora. You should see how he suffers after your death. He travels around the kingdom seeking justice for you. Although again Lorenzie managed to make his efforts in vain. You know, Lorenzie even set him up and shot his body with a hundred arrows while it was snowing heavily. Huft,

Killian Schmidt, she whispered in her heart, a name that dripped with darkness and despair. Flashes of the past flooded her mind as she recalled the first time she had laid eyes on him. The memory of his pale eyes sent shivers down her spine, revealing a darkness that seemed to penetrate straight into the depths of his soul. In that instant, he bore the resemblance of a true spawn of the devil, his mere presence exuding an aura of malevolence. It was as if he took pleasure in the suffering of others, revelling in their agony and humiliation. There was no trace of remorse or guilt in his gaze, just an eerie sense of pure amusement as he watched his victims, helpless and on their knees, desper

voice was such low and deep. This Blue Devil never changed. He still have that peculiar habit to heartlessly play his own prey. He have the most weirdest and unreasonable patience to wait, and torment his target later on. He loves to see them in despair and heard their most ugliest cry. That kind of thing satisfy him fully. “You know what is my answer.” Zitrey staidly uttered.

No doubt before the next couple of weeks, she would have gone completely insane and a full blown sociopath. She collapses patiently on the wall thinking of all the memories she had with him and all the times they spent making promises only God can keep. She would say damn God for cursing their fate like she had said in past weeks but she has no energy left in her to even let out a whimper. She has no tear left to cry. All that is left in her is a big hollowness clothed with darkness and no hope of light. She hears the sound of footsteps clicking against the hard ground and halts just in front of her.

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"

~✴~ The DEVIL'S Heart ``````````````````` PERORATION : I love you and it is the only thing I believe in - The Devil ` ` `

“That will not happen?” “Well, I am Dante Moretti and whatever I say is final.” I averted my gaze from him as tears began to build up in my eyes. What will happen to my life? What about Salvatore, will I ever get to see him again? I was going to be working for my enemy, that was the worst that could ever happen. Suddenly the door opened and two strange men walked in. Dante gestured to me as his attention was directed to the men. “Have her changed, she belongs to me now and would work for me.”

What power does this girl have over him? He leaned in closer, his voice low. “Because if she never steps back into my world… you’ll be the first I kill, then I'll find her and consume her fire.” David's eyes went wide. “But you…” “Oh, you should know you are dealing with the devil himself.” His face was dark with something as he walked away.

If they were judging influence, they could judge it in the open. One silhouette shifted slightly toward me. “Elara Voss,” the voice said. Not a question. “Yes,” I answered. “You understand your presence increases conflict intensity.” “Yes.” “You understand removal decreases projected casualties.” “No,” I said calmly. A fractional pause. “Explain.” “Because Helix Crown is not reacting to my presence,” I said. “They’re reacting to my alignment.” “With him?” the voice asked. “With the system he represents,” I corrected. “I’m proof your structure can evolve. That’s what they’re trying to kill.”