Romans & histoires Devil Venerable Also Wants To Know

“Let’s just say that beyond that vessel and face everyone knew about her is a soul that is waiting to be set free. The liar, manipulator, and horror. The Devil Reincarnate.” Dropping the word with a satisfied smile on his face. Gennivier is taken back as she is intrigued and somehow a bit scared knowing that there is more sinister than what she is dwelling into. Carefully puts the cup of tea at the table and fixes herself now sitting properly onto the couch. She hides her ticking fear as she looks directly at JK with the deep turn hue of her eyes, asking, yet more likely requesting with the words as she speaks. “Would you mind, telling me about her?”

I added. "Two questions are hard to answer. I could only answer the last one. I don't like wasting my saliva on such things," he said arrogantly. What the h*ck is this man? An alien from outer space? He has too much confidence, loves to praise his own self, and only cares about his self. "The night you introduced yourself to me at the bar, you said you wanted revenge. And since I didn't helped you, and many other man you approached, you---"

Stand and defend yourselves. Draevyn parted his lips to speak— But Kaelani was faster. She closed the distance in a single breath. Her voice, low and fluent, slid like a blade through the air as she answered in Vaelorin: “Valen’tir vesari nënthar venos, kael’ythar morathi unsanctia, Andar’vel en croven… etha’var, etha’vorn.” (You fed on vengeance without consent, shaped death without sanction,

“You know I can’t be soft, right? I’m not a prince. I fuck like an animal. No mercy.” “That’s exactly what I want. I don’t want gentle. I want you. The way you are.” “You really are a crazy bitch, Diana. A virgin, but dirty.” “Is that bad?” “No. It’s the opposite.” “Then stop talking and show me. Show me how you make love.” “There’s no going back after this. I’ll mark you forever.” A shiver ran down my spine at his words. My eyes burned as I nodded slowly, my breathing growing heavier.

“I’m all ears.” “Dad, what if I tell you that I have a perfect plan that will make us take over the Deca Familia and possibly make the whole Italian underworld bow to the Vallenis?” Dante smirked, his eyes glistening like someone who had just figured out how to get to heaven without dying. Don Vallerio’s lips curved into a smile that promised trouble. “Go on. I’m listening.”

It looked so strange—like a skeleton rising from the dunes. “So what do you think, Valentina?” I asked, brushing the sand from my sleeve. “Does it excite you?” She didn’t even try to hide the spark in her eyes.“More than you know,” she said with a beaming voice. “Valentina…” I started, then paused. “That monk—Deva Pran. I don’t like him. He knows too much. And he never gives a straight answer.” She arched her brow. “Are you… jealous of a monk?”

Moments Later [Rina POV] The ward was purged. Well-wishers gone. Nurses gone. Silence so heavy it felt like being buried alive. Two men sat at the foot of my bed. Less like visitors. More like harbingers. Lord Dexter Valerius. High Vampire. Council of Ten. His seat cemented in centuries of bloodshed. He fussed over the temperature of my chamomile. Beside him, Morthos Gravemind. Necromancer Overseer. Fellow Council member. Spinning a soul-gem between skeletal fingers.

That devil seems to have multiple personalities. Duh?!