Novel & Cerita Devilish Dervish Httyd

I mumbled "I'm sorry what was that?" He asked as if I was a child, leaning forward "It's Vivienne... you ass" I said, he shrugged "Gorgeous name" he complimented, taking a piece of my hair in his hand and twirling it round his finger. Again "Oh fuck off, why are you even here?" I grumbled, pushing him away and opening my dessert pot. He smiled at me "For the pleasant company" he said, I rolled my eyes at him "Plus I thought you'd want to hear about my little escape plan" he added

She sat at her desk, filing her nails. "You guessed right," I replied, resting my elbows on the table. "What's the urgency?" Alessa stopped filing her nails and looked at me attentively. "I found out their names," she said. I raised my eyebrows, wondering how she figured it out so quickly. She continued when she saw my confusion. "The new boys, the blond one is called Basael, the redhead is Kanael, and the dark-haired one is Afael. Isn't it weird? Everything ends with 'ael.'"

The air was thick with tension, but I remained steadfast, my posture unwavering. My fists remained clenched, my muscles tensed and ready to strike at a moment's notice. I knew I had the upper hand, and I was determined to keep it that way. The men before me seemed to sense my resolve, and they hesitated, their weapons wavering in their hands. My voice boomed through the silence, cold and detached. "My name is Derek. Code name - The Devil. And I will give each and every one of you a chance to live."

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“I’m here just because of Samuel. I don’t care about any of your sick desires.” She strengthened her voice, even though every inch of her body started to shake. She realized that Dervel was serious about what he had just said. It was a game he wanted to play with her. “Imagine a prey which comes back to its predator. Every single return results in its partial death. Either it’s an actual murder or the slaughter of an integral part of someone’s entity.” Dervel was more than happy to explain everything in detail. “To put it another way - you're gonna feed me with yourself, with every dimension of you, until I let you go, with some life in you or not. Is that clear?”

(Legion POV) I decide to meet Davian at the Flame dinner on 58th and 9th avenue in Manhattan. It’s not too far from Levi live but still a good distance for me to travel. I heard a lot of good things about this place from friends, like them having pretty good food. I get there to see that he was already there and pretty much has been here for a while waiting for me. He sat at a table close to the door, with his food already on the table. He wore a plain black button up shirt, and black rip jeans. His long dirty blonde hair was tied back to reveal that he had some ear buds in. Wearing dark sunglasses as he stares into his phone making everyone around him think he’s not paying attention to what

I closed my eyes, shut my mind from thinking anything, and started counting in my heart to distract myself from the devil's closeness. "It's getting cold," The devil whispered into my ear after a while and I trembled from the slight touch of his lips rubbing on my earlobe. I immediately opened my eyes, flushed completely, and when I saw that devilish smirk on his face. I felt like digging a hole and hiding inside it. How could I be so idiot? He isn't the one in s*x more than I am... Why do I always keep thinking about s*x with him even when I know he is a devil and a dangerous creature?

”Nice flowers.” Wendy commended as soon as Rebecca entered the room. Rebecca on the other hand didn’t pay attention to what was said. She was lost in a world of her own thought. She didn’t see the face of the biker, but from the sound of his voice, she could tell who it was. It was a voice she would recognize anytime, any day. The voice of the devil who haunts her in her dream. A pat on the shoulder brought her back to reality. She jerked and the flower slipped from her hands, but Wendy caught it before it could fall to the floor.

she asked inquisitively. “Devils Night is our favorite night of the year, a night of mischief. It started in Detroit but has spread so far beyond all of that. It is a night to celebrate being young and free, a night to have a little fun. I don’t see anything wrong with that.” she was hanging on my every word. It was all true but there was another reason for the name. Devil’s night was also Synestra’s birthday. “One final question, what do you think about the protests and people saying you somehow brainwash your fans with your music?” she asked and I could tell she thought this was a hard hitting question. I decided to have a little fun with her.

With him being a DEVIL? . . . TBC