Devil’s Saints: Taz Novels & Stories

It's an illustration of an angel, wearing a white dress and white wings at her back. And the demon who's hugging her waist, wearing a black outfit and a black wings on his back. She smiled sweetly as she saw the character's name. Devier, is the demon. Santia, is the angel. No one will notice that she used their surnames for the book. De Viergo. Santiago. She used six letters from each surnames, and she's happy that the names are really nice. "Miss Khione, sir Dante is calling you to his office." He looked to the front when he saw the secretary of the owner of the company.

“He would get me out, and he'd provide me with safety. And even after that, he would help me get Theon back.” Leita glances at me, serious once again without a hint of a smile, sunny or otherwise. “And who was this man?” she asks. “He said his name is Xaveraq. The devil.” She shudders. “The…devil?” Leita raises her brows. “Like, Lucifer, that angry dude who fell from the Christian Heaven? That guy?” “No. He said the Christian concept of the devil was founded on him...on his race. Devils. I…I still don’t really get it. But whatever he is, he’s so, so powerful, unlike anything I'd ever seen before.”