Devil's Tea Table Novels & Stories

Bang! Dev slammed the table making her two subordinates jolted in surprise. She crumpled the paper on the desk as she glared at the two demons in front of her. She calmed herself for a bit and exhaled. She then pointed towards the window as the sky outside started to brew some purplish red patches indicating a “soul bonding” spell. Has his Majesty lost his mind?! He bound his soul to a mere human like her! Dev gritted her teeth as the crumpled paper tore apart in her grip.

Not thinking that. Jonathan finds the 'too perfect' clan leader enjoying some of his servants in the cellar, most of them being female and all of them barely clothed. The devil extends both of his hands, cats eyes glowing as smoke begins to fill up the room. "What?" the vampire leader barks as his meal starts to disappear. "What is the meaning of this? Who dares-?" Jonathan snaps his fingers and the smoke disappears, along with all the people. The devil pulls a sword from a useless coat of armor as he walks over to his enemy.

Chapter One: Sold To The Devil The invitation wasn’t meant for me. It was addressed to the woman who quit two hours before the event a pale-pink envelope slipped behind the register of The Vesper Room, thick with the smell of expensive perfume and danger. I shouldn’t have opened it. I definitely shouldn’t have put on her mask. But the rent was overdue. And I was tired of telling myself no. "You’re late," said a woman in all black, a Bluetooth in her ear, clipboard in hand, like the devil’s personal assistant. She didn’t even glance at my ID. The mask was enough.

The sun blares against the glass wall sending a dim ray into the cafeteria that sits on the side of the road. From the end of the road, one can see inside the building at the table just beside the wall and two people sitting on the same side of the table. The man wears a white top and brown trousers. He leans further, resting on the polished round table with a central stand as he converses with the lady. The lady smiles faintly, almost a blush but is quickly covered by a passive look. It might be perceived that she wears a black Mascara to appeal threatening or the appearing of her heeled black boot with a stuck in shaped black trouser gives the command of someone dangerous.

They had a flashlight in each hand as they were not so familiar of the trail during night time. It was already past eleven in the evening when they got nearer to the big stone. The top of the table was 40 feet across, which sat on a rock that was like a narrow pedestal. A few feet from it was a chair, which was a smaller shape of the table. It was called “The Devil’s Chair.” Elise seemed to see that the big stone formation was glowing with colors of white and red. Then she closed her eyes tightly. She saw some images in her mind’s eye again. The desert, the pretty boyish features of a man with cosmetics, a crown of red and white…

“When you’re done with Ezra, you suck Devrim’s cock.” I swallowed, trying to fight the heat filling my veins. Obsidian had a way with words, unlike Ezra. He was issuing a challenge he didn’t think I would accept, I could see it in his eyes. Giving him a smirk of my own, I gathered the skirt of my dress in my hands and scooted my chair backwards as silently as I could. I’m definitely going to hell for this. “What…?” Devrim’s words died down when I slipped underneath the table. The tablecloth was long enough to hide me from view of everybody else in the room who just happened to glance in our direction.

CHAPTER L: Mammon’s True Human Form Glade walked towards the devil lavishly eating on his table. It was enjoying its meal while watching us being appalled by Deborah’s sudden collapse. The disgusting smirk on his face didn’t fade away ever since it showed to us. We were all surprised when Glade strongly thumped the table with his bare hands. His action caused the eating utensils to make a sheer ringing noise in the surrounding. Some foods were spilled on the table cloth. But that didn’t piss off the demon nor stun him.

There was no superfluous furniture in the room, there was an ice bed that gave off cold air, probably because the Dark Devil wanted to quickly increase his strength, so he chose this extremely uncomfortable "cold bed" In addition, there is only one table, and one chair, not placed in the middle of the room like a normal person, but next to the window. The tables and chairs are all made of white jade, the strong and strong curves show the style of the Dark Devil, just the white color does not suit him very well. A Dark Demon who only likes black, choosing such a pure white table and chair set is hard for him to understand. He did not intend to leave, sitting alone by the window, staring blank

I asked. Max shrugged. “How the hell should I know?” I was surprised by his snappy tone. Before I could throw out a smart retort, a small uproar erupted in the party crowd. Looking out, I saw the Devils entering the party. They were all wearing black, their jackets, smoking, carrying their guns. They were led by Dexter who stood at the center of it, enjoying the attention on him. “Well, well, well, isn’t this something? Chadwick, how could you throw a party and not invite your old friend!” he said, addressing Mr. Chadwick.

The second text pops up right under the first one: **~ Sexy Devil: I can still taste you on my tongue, Rebel. That sweet little whimper you made when I finally took back control… Fuck, I’m hard just thinking about it. You’ve had your fun wrecking the devil. Now it’s my turn. When next I see you, make sure to wear something easy to rip off. ~**