Devil Son Name Novels & Stories

“Who are you?” “Let’s get you settled before I tell you who I am,” he said. I shook my head. “No.” My voice was hoarse from crying too much as I spoke. “Tell me, now. Please.” He sighed. “Lazzaro Visconti.” My already sore eyes widened, and my body began to tremble as I recoiled. No. Please. No. Lazzaro Visconti. The devil himself. He was said to have killed his wife after she bore twins for him. He was the most ruthless of them all, and above that, the Visconti family had a decade-long beef with my family—the Martelli family.

He was the Devil’s son. His father was Lucifer, the king of all things dark and evil. And he hadn't kidnapped Lilith to hurt her. He had rescued her. He had saved her from a life of being one of his father’s many playthings. He had fought a three headed monster and bled just to keep her safe. "Dracul..." I whispered the name into the dark room. The name felt right. It rolled off my tongue like a song I had forgotten the lyrics to. It felt smooth and familiar.

He fell on his knees, and his dad, Lord Lucifer, grabbed his face. "You are Vincenzo West Pecaminoso… Son of Sin. You will only act like your father. You are my puppet. I gave you life; I made you. I could have let your mom abort you, but I didn’t. So you will act like me, do what I want you to do. I heard you when you said you would never hurt a woman. I won’t let you be a simp. You will kill your mom with a gun." He whispered.

And it's ironic because that day was the first day he ever truly called my name with compassion. Blinking away the memory, I bend over the sink and splash water on my face, a devilish grin on. Maybe Papa was right when he said I was from the devil. Else, which child would tie her father to his favorite wooden chair and set him on fire? I felt nothing that day, even though I had a beating heart. I didn't pity him, even though I had a soul that was meant to be kind. Then again, maybe I was once an angel, a mockingbird killed by the wickedness of the ones I loved the most. Maybe it was Papa that turned me into the devil I became today.

“The seven princes are the avatars of the seven sins. Lucifer, the eldest, is the avatar of Pride. Mammon, the second, is the avatar of Greed. Third child, Leviathan, avatar of greed. Satan, the fourth, is wrath. Asmodeus, the fifth, is lust. Beelzebub, the sixth, gluttony. And last but not the least, Belphegor, the avatar of sloth.” “You’re Belphegor, aren’t you?” I already have a hunch that he is the last one because of how similar the name is. “Why don’t you use your real name instead of using Verphegor?” “Ah, no. I don’t like it.” He shakes his head stubbornly. “I have the same starting letter as Beelzebub. I don’t sound original!” “The two names don’t even sound the same…” “I don’t care

But Alina’s determined stare left him no choice but to answer. “The ‘Devil’,” he said slowly, “is a man feared by everyone. They say he came straight from the darkest parts of hell, a man with a face as beautiful as Adonis, yet more dangerous than any enemy. His voice is deep and enticing, like an angel’s whisper… but his smile can freeze your heart and make you feel like you’re standing at death’s door.” Alina swallowed hard, curiosity and dread mixing in her chest. “What’s his name?” she asked softly.

Selene, the moon goddess will not going to live after this day. Alpha Gerri, my mother, Thorne and Apollo. All of them is my strength against her. Their death are the death of me. A death which contradictory, makes my anger alive for revenge. Thorne and Apollo wasn’t right, I am not Selene. I am not the moon goddess. However, I am Devon Cottle and the daughter of Apollo. Anyone who did me wrong will be one with the dirt. Right now, Selene is good as dead.

"So tell me, King Devaro when you you plan on executing that dearest mother of yours" He snapped my attention to his dark reddish eyes, he was dress in a black suit with a red shirt, his chest lost a lot of buttons showing off skin the demoness caressed so lustfully. The demoness are called incubus, sex driven demons. Snapping back to attention I frowned at the intonation of his words. "And what makes you think I plan on taking down my mother's rule?" He laughed wholeheartedly. "Enough with the games Devaro. we both know that your mother is weak, she degrades everyday"

I hold him gently as Sera places him in my hands and I cradle him gently in my large arms. “He’s so tiny,” I muttered. Sera laughed. “That’s how it is.” She stared softly at us. “What should we name him?” I took my gaze off my son and stared at Seraphim for a while before taking them back to him. “Devon.” She calls out the name with a smile. My son stirred when she called him that. That’s it then. Devon, it is. Devon Marsha. I stayed with them for a while and watched them both sleep, I admire Sera today for her strength, knowing it wasn’t at all easy for her.

Devil smirked wickedly, "Run! Run! Little lady, I'll see how far you can run away from me.. I'll break you, clip your wings and cage you. And you will cry and only cry because I never forgive and Forget. Now it's a payback time" ~NEIL KHANNA, CO-CEO of K.K corporation with Arjun Kashyap (The BEAST), is a 28 year old hottest Sexiest business tycoon of India. He is the cruelest creature 'DEVIL' of God who he doesn't believe in 'FORGET AND FORGIVE' "I'm good but not an ANGEL", NEIL KHANNA aka DEVIL. ~AASHMAAN, An Angel. Her name is Aashmaan, only a name, she doesn't have any surname.