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I asked peering at him, he scrunched up his nose in what seems like boredom. " You will gain the power to possess someone, and you could even possess your body. " ____ I stared at the boys sleeping peacefully, one was sitting on the bed with his legs down on his friends head the other one was lying face down on the floor while his friend was using him as footmat. Damian's grandpa asked me to go back to the boys again and here I am sat in one room with two hot guy's, that can't see me, they don't even know if I exists.

He asked, seethed. The woman nodded with difficulty, she tried to open her mouth but except for air, nothing came. The devil smirked at me, "This is what happens Ella when someone hurts me deeply," He said staring into my eyes and then inserted his hand inside her pu**y, as she opened her eyes wide startled by his actions. She shouted in pain and fear but it was too late as the devil pulled her womb out of her body with cruelty. BOOM

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!

"But I realized that I will never be as perfect as you told me to be. I tried, but it failed, tried so hard to impress you but it made me bleed, tried so hard so hard and I almost died." "You." I asserted, pressing the sharp ends of the knife deeper into his flesh. "You proved to the world that you are the devil. Simeon Lebedev inferred to be the most brutal, cold-blooded, abhorred, selfless man in the mafia world. Congratufuckinglations." I snarled "You've earned the tittle but at what cost. Nothing since you have no fucking heart." I step back and toss the knife across the room. Simeon's chest heaves up and down before he searched my eyes.

Subject line: “You Asked for the Devil” The file was massive. Raphael stood behind me, watching as I clicked open layer after layer. Lucian Damian Devlin. Born in Austria. Raised in Switzerland. Fluent in five languages. Educated in private institutions under aliases. Trained in weapons, finance, manipulation. Current occupation: CEO of Devlin Global Holdings. Unofficially: Heir and now head of the Devlin Cartel — a billion-dollar empire of drugs, trafficking, and global political influence. I scrolled, the blood draining from my face.

As the heavy doors swung open with a loud creak, the scene inside the throne room made her blood turn to ice. In the middle of the room knelt a man whose body was already covered with blood. His clothes were torn and soaked red, and he was shaking violently from pain and fear. Standing in front of the broken man was the devil himself - King Malakar. He was holding a whip embedded with thorns, drops of blood still clinging to the cruel metal spikes. His dark hair fell across his forehead, and his clothes were splattered with crimson.

‎I slap the clock silent and lie there panting, soaked in sweat and shame. ‎“Fuck,” I hiss into the dark. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.” ‎I’m twenty-four years old, in love with a man who makes me pancakes and calls me sunshine, and I’m having wet dreams about the devil who once owned my soul. ‎I drag myself out of bed, legs shaky, panties ruined. ‎The bathroom light is brutal. ‎My reflection looks like she’s been through a war: cheeks flushed, eyes wild, lips bitten raw. ‎I splash ice-cold water on my face until I stop shaking.

he tossed, as if using his power were as natural for him as breathing. Valens cried again as his other clawed hand pierced the flesh, staining his gray pants with dark red. I could barely breathe. My stomach churned, my body shuddering in terror. But the demonstration hadn't ended yet. This was Darcio's warmup before the grand finale. He drew a slow breath, his lips stretching into a demonic grin as he demanded, “Rip your heart out.”

To his surprise, there was a womanly figure standing there, holding the frame between her index and middle finger. Without hesitation, Alan asked, “who are you?” The woman with horns, blood red eyes and skin tight dark purple outfit answered his question. “I am Crymillia, the 347th Demon Lord.” “What?” Alan could not believe it. A Demon Lord in his room? A shiver went down his spine just by hearing that title alone. He very well knew that he was no match for Demon Lord. “Fufu~ do not fear. I only came here to bargain.” Crymillia swung the frame around with her fingers.

If I had not stopped, I could have brought her to multiple orgasms with just my fangs. "Really high," was all he said aloud. "Hmm. Interesting," the grand king mused. "I haven't seen that in a while. Sleepy, aroused, but not fully intoxicated." I have. Arthur got high when you drank from her a night before your return. "Xerxes?" Daemon called. "Mmm?" "Hypothetically speaking, now that your Soulbond has suddenly appeared, how do you feel?" A few seconds passed. " Well previously I had the mind of killing her when she does show up but after setting my eyes on her, I don't think I can bear seeing her being beaten by a mosquito.”