Novel & Cerita Devilman Crybaby Devils

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.

the man spoke placing his hand on the hip as he directed his words at Dylan Parker who stood there with his eyes wide open. "No wonder he's called Hades" Those comments and whispers made the man smirk in victory. Amara just kept staring at the sudden arrival of the man dressed in clothes which were smeared with blood all over. Even though she's too shocked to watch the scene in front of her, she didn't fail to note the name of the devil who's still smirking with a gun in his hand. HADES OF THE MAFIA WORLD, DAMIAN KNIGHT!

This is torture! Inner Devil 2: ‘Freya, for the love of sanity, please pass out.’ Freya’s inner devils were now building protest signs: [End the Boring! Save the Babies!] When that didn’t work, Inner Devil began chanting hypnosis: ‘Freya, look into my eyes.’ Inner Devil 2: ‘She can’t see your eyes, Genius!’ Inner Devil: ‘Look into the book! Now, roll your eyes, round and round, round and round, and round. You are feeling sleepy!’

Inner Devil: ‘No… No! This can’t be happening! Lord, have mercy on me and my sanity! This is a Category 10 Drought in the Land of Naughtiness. I just saw a cactus cry! Charlie hasn’t had action in three hundred years! We are all drier than expired instant noodles!’ Inner Devil 2: ‘Technically, it’s been just about three weeks, and no—we’re fallen angels. The Lord will not hear us.’

To be Continued… SEX WITH THE DEVIL

The vampire was looking at the devil as if to a psychopath " well let's see how much more cuter my dear daughter can get" says the devil and got his wings out and started flying toward Celea

With him being a DEVIL? . . . TBC

The darkness of the cave was heavy, cold, and suffocating. Devon stood over Elena, his clawed hands raised, his eyes burning with a psychopathic gold light that turned the stone walls into a nightmare. He looked like a rabid beast ready to tear her to pieces for her betrayal. But as he took a final step forward, intending to drag her back out into the freezing blizzard as a hostage, Elena’s body completely locked up.

Stefan POV “Max thought I told you... keep them coming!” I tried to yell above the music playing in the club. I was high off bloody marys, my vision was getting blurry and I felt lightheaded, the Devils Lare was Lucifers', I don't know who owns it now, Probably Eve II but who cares, it didn't cause trouble and its' the only place demons in the city can get a drink of Hell's favorite delight. No demon knew what it was made of, but we loved it, it was our kind of— booze. Max was a lower class demon, he was cast out of hell, and ever since, he has lived centuries among humans, trying to fit in and not obsessed with getting back in Hell, he just lives for the moment.

The man was a Fallen Devil! A Fallen Devil was a Cultivator who had been infected by Devil Qi, or had strayed into the Devil's Practice for some reason. He would possess the strengths of both an Immortal and a Devil.