Devil's Face Game Novels & Stories

He is only tried up to a pole in the dark. The patience of the Devil brings nothing but destruction.The poor archer will learn that soon but I will just help him escape the pain I guess. I have to finish my work here fast. The Devil can bring out information from a fuc*ing dead crow! So I have to play my game quick.I have to place my every piece of pawn very carefully. I guess my only advantage is the kings obliviousness to his real enemy. "I swear I was very fast.Didn't know he-"

Aya Kitmahi sighed. Devora is currently playing a rock-paper-scissor game with Robert Moon, the two of them whom have known each other since ancient times. Devora was the reason why Robert Moon gave Jin the opportunity to explain about the arrival of the Demons. Soon, Jin and Robert Moon also became friends. Robert loves children's games, it just so happens that Jin is naughty and often childish, so the vampire liked his personality.

(WINONA’S GAME) “LET’S PLAY ANOTHER GAME SHALL WE, FOR YOU SEE THE DEVIL’S DAUGHTER IS ON HER MOVE.” Telling them the inevitable dread that is already happening as they four are quite aware of it. HE smiles cunningly as HE first presented the game that HE prepares for every one of them. The game that they knew and the one that will set everything in motion down unto the middle part of this current loop and down unto the last and the seventh.

The giant face opened his mouth wide again. If this giant face was a normal person's, its mouth had opened to an exaggerated extent, and the corners of its mouth could probably be pulled back to the back of its head. Boom! Immediately afterwards, an enormous sound rang out, shaking up mountains and rivers, falling into the stars. A devil arm as thick as a mountain was pulled out of the giant face's mouth. The devil's arm was burning with a fierce demonic flame, and it was covered with countless eyeballs. At this moment, they blinked, which made people's scalp numb and their throats feel like vomiting.

The devil spoke with a mocking tone, "My beautiful visitors, I think you were dying to see me. Now I’m here, but I was in the middle of something. I suppose I’ll have to finish it in front of you." With that, the devil lifted the barely conscious woman, preparing to deliver a fatal blow. Zack sprang into action, using all the strength he could muster to punch the devil. At the same time, Petra threw a knife-like device at the devil’s arm. This device, crafted by the Angels of the Burning Sun’s science tech team, had the power to break bones in ordinary humans. However, it only managed to scratch the devil slightly, though it was enough to make him release the woman.

I am seriously regretting this game I started. There is nothing I can do tonight, so I slowly rise from the hard floor and dust myself off. I eat a light dinner and make a cup of hot tea. Next, I head upstairs to take a long bath. I begin filling the clawtooth tub with warm water and add in some of my favorite rose bath oils before lighting candles around the room. This is my sanctuary and exactly what I need right now. I lean my head back and breathe in the rose and amber from the candles as Frank Sinatra’s smooth melodic voice fills the room. I was just about to drift off to sleep when suddenly I felt a shift in the atmosphere. Power, raw angry power was headed my way. I see no point in ge

I guess it is the inner happiness that brings shine to the face and I am not even one percent happy with this engagement. As the girl left my room, I turned my head as I felt someone's presence. The devil was standing on the gate. He was wearing a black suit, and there was his infamous sinister smirk plastered on his face. "You are looking tempting," he said stepping towards me. His eyes were filled with nothing else than lust and obsession. I looked down avoiding his gaze that was enough to make me feel insecure. His eyes were making me feel as if I am wearing nothing. It felt like he is scanning my soul through his stares. I have never felt so much uncomfortable with anyone before.

Her mother and father have always brought her different kinds of strange gifts whenever it was her birthday. She never understood why they would give her such. But, she always appreciated the gifts. However, she has always left with a turbulent spirit afterward. On her 18th birthday, her mother gave her a golden image of the supposed devil. It was so bright and beautiful that it lit up a room, the moment it came into contact with her. She was confused by this incident and she never found the answer as to why the image of the devil was given to her and why it lit up upon coming in contact with her.

I look back at the bastard and see him struggle to move. "You know, I think you only met the bad ones in your life. You've never met the evils. Now you do" I stomped on his right hand, making him scream even more. I crouch down before him. "Say hi the devil for me." He coughs out blood. "You're just playing games" he laugh lightly as if he's mocking me. "I don't like games because it's only for children" I said while pointing the gun at his head.

"What if the ghosts are real, though?" Alex killed the headlights by cutting the engine as soon as they entered an empty alley. Silence enveloped the narrow space between them, weighty and charged. When the picture was eventually unfolded, Emery carefully smoothed out the wrinkles. A woman standing in candlelight with a face that mirrored Emery's own was depicted in the eerie, oil-stroked painting. Her breath caught, though, at the signature at the bottom. De Valois, Aurelia. She had never heard the name before, but something about it made her shudder.