Devil Video Games Novels & Stories

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His voice drops into a dark, lethal tone that carries to every single corner of the silent chapel. "You know what they say, Pierre… the devil always comes to collect..."

he replied in a low tone. Of course he’d say that. He found unhinged women and blood-play sexy. At least, in theory anyway. I was pretty sure if she actually committed murder he’d throw up on the closet person. But yeah, whenever Dev watched TV shows he always found himself drawn to the most villainous, crazy female leads. “Most of the girls in here are crying or grossed out,” said Dev, “but not her.” “Because she’s a sadist,” I murmured. “Ask out Nat,” Dev told me.

If he does not see what faintly strides through the dark night. So he turns again. He does not come to full view. He watches the figure move like the zombies from the video game. It was how the Apocalypse begins. First, a single zombie is seen raiding the streets but just as humans think they had it under control, a pack would lash out of a corner, charging towards them. No! Don't think that. Zombies are not real.

Over the course of my quest for answers, I had transformed into a force that was unyielding and insensitive to the cries of people who were caught up in the currents of my vendetta. Nevertheless, my phone buzzed just as the doors to the dungeon rumbled shut behind him, a ruthless incursion that shattered the quiet that had been present. There was a video that appeared on the screen, and it was a horrible vision that left an indelible mark on the various parts of my awareness.

“Tell me, Sorah. Was it the red-haired I told you about? Where did you see them?” I zone out for a moment, numbly staring at the scowl on Devon’s face. For sure I can see his stench disdain towards Vampires in general, and towards Andreas in particular. It’s a passion, an obsessive hatred he harbors towards that lone Vampire that sets his orbs alight with black fire. “R-red long hair…crimson glowing eyes…” The words air out my stiff lips and Devon’s eyes go wide with shock before he switches into a cold chuckle. He leaves my shoulders and shares a knowing smirk with Yasha before quickly speaking to someone behind him I didn’t notice until now.

"After all we don't know if it even is one of them." "You've never been wrong with your senses, Ver" Devon said softly, "if it put you on alert it's a Nephilim." I hated to admit it but Devon was most definitely correct, I had not been wrong before and there was no reason to think I would be now. Something felt weird though, it was giving me pause about moving forward and I couldn't tell why,

Perhaps he just resembles someone else, that's all. After finishing my meal, I went to my room, sat at my desk, and opened my computer. I checked F******k for any messages or requests and found one from Alessa. "I'll call you in 5." I furrowed my brow. In five what? Hours, minutes, seconds? Assuming it meant seconds, I saw she was inviting me to a video chat. I replied immediately. "I bet Karina finally released you," she started once connected. She sat at her desk, filing her nails.

Devon was shivering in anger after hearing those words. “You want to die, you bastard?!” He only came here after receiving a secret report. A disciple of Quill outside of the family managed to take Darwin and the others away. That disciple also had the mental cultivation technique. It was why Devon came with his men as soon as possible. Not only was he planning to crush the Gibson family, but he was also planning to obtain the technique and become a God of War. He wouldn’t just leave because a nobody came out to insult him.

He was joined by the physician from the main palace. As soon as they removed the last needles from her elbow, she opened her eyes slowly. Lydia weeped for joy as she gave her water to drink. Heavy footsteps were heard in the corridor. The door was pushed open at once and she saw, the Devil.