Devil's Kettle Deaths Novels & Stories

“Police report have confirmed that the mangled body that is found yesterday at the city last evening is similar to the method of killings of one of the controversial serial murderer, Andrew Mendez, 16 years ago at Delhi province. However, based on our initial investigation, the convicted murderer is already died. This is Kamilla Riz Dela Torre, SNS News reporting.”

she asked inquisitively. “Devils Night is our favorite night of the year, a night of mischief. It started in Detroit but has spread so far beyond all of that. It is a night to celebrate being young and free, a night to have a little fun. I don’t see anything wrong with that.” she was hanging on my every word. It was all true but there was another reason for the name. Devil’s night was also Synestra’s birthday. “One final question, what do you think about the protests and people saying you somehow brainwash your fans with your music?” she asked and I could tell she thought this was a hard hitting question. I decided to have a little fun with her.

I feel so unsafe. Devlin kneels next to the tub and takes my burning hand. “I’m going to stop this. Let me go help you. I promised to help you.” I really don’t know who to trust anymore. I don’t know who is more truthful between these two devils. “Don’t leave me with him, then.” He looks up at his brother who is standing behind him, ready to pour another bag of ice into the tab. “He’s my brother. I trust him. He’s been here with you the whole time.”

"Don't you want to live?" "Yes, sir. Please don't kill me. I beg you. Please." "Then cut his dick off, I will spare you." Damian whispered pointing the other guy which made the both of them to tremble in fear. "Please, sir spare me. I will leave this city please spare us." The guy who was pointed begged by clutching onto Damian's legs for mercy but Damian's gaze was stuck upon the guy whom he offered. "Well, do or die." " I-I, sir I just, ple-"

“Too late. You already tried your luck with me.” I looked into his eyes—desperation, fear, and something pitifully like regret swimming beneath the surface. “You wanted to know why they call me the Mafia Devil,” I said, voice dr,opping to a whisper thick with menace. His nod was frantic. I smiled—a slow, cruel curve. “Do you get it now?” His eyes widened just before the cold barrel of my gun pressed against his temple. “I don’t do mercy,” I muttered. The shot echoed, final and unforgiving.

1000 years later It was in the middle of winter, in the year of the rabbit. Terrified screams filled the night air as the sky in the human world suddenly turned red, but this didn't last a second before it returned to its original form. Before the eyes of everyone a new star appeared beside a red star called the “ devil's star ” causing a great uproar. All these signs remain unknown to a group of people hiding somewhere in the palace of DeHaven. KINGDOM OF DEHAVEN.

I sighed turning around again and entering the basement with her behind me. There was a bad smell in there I had to cover my nose and mouth. There was dried blood and fresh blood. I yelled, backing away when I saw the body of a tied man on the chair. "Is he dead?" I widened my eyes in horror. She went towards him and put her fingers on his neck to check his pulse. "Definitely Dead." "Oh my god!" I was ready to cry. "Okay, okay, don't cry. Look at this, this is what your husband does. He is a soulless demon who tortures and murders people. " She tried to convince me.