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"You won't get a single blood from me," Arth said as he unsheathed Frostcalibur, facing six, armed demons. They had muscled bodies with rough burnt skin, wide wings, and long tails. Their armors screamed in black metal, their capes burning red. One of them was dressed in a dark purple cloak, with a long staff in his hand. The others were armed with dual machetes.

“Not fucking creepy at all.” Each page held the name of different demons, Lucifer, Mammon, Asmodeus, Satan, Beelzebub, Leviathan, Belphegor, and Chaos. Each one had a short description alongside a sketched photo of the demon themself and a symbol. I’d read through each one, finally landing on Chaos. He looked different than the rest of the sketches, as if he were a last minute add to the book. The drawing of him was smeared, as if the artist rushed. His symbol was different. Less intricate than the others.

The crybaby is back in the room. “I need to see it,” I tell Belzeebub. “Show me that ability of yours and I will judge if it is credible or not.” “Very well.” Belzeebub moves back, summoning a fly from his palm. The fly begins to emit a red aura before its shape starts to change. Not for long and I was seeing a mirror copy of myself that it was almost too creepy. I started to survey this other version of myself and found out that it was my perfect relica. It even has the hidden freckles on the back of my neck and even the birthmark on my right underarm. It’s almost too creepy and criminal how it has everything on my body in perfect detail that I was glaring at Belzeebub almost too accusingly

Calisto had called him while he was poisoned, but. My eyes fell on a painting, one that was hidden in Callisto’s closet. It was an angel, an angel with blue eyes and golden hair. She smiled. She smiled in all the paintings she had seen in all those lives. Your smile was... how could I describe it? It was a charming, true smile. It made my heart ache. "He looks like you," the demon said and I shot him mentally. "Repeat." I threatened, but he just laughed low. "Sorry, I just... thought so."

He said giving me a murderous look, And I knew I had no options he was here to put a trap and I Olivia Vitalio has already fallen into it. "For?" I asked gritting my teeth with my fists clenching and unclenching. "As long I want," he said coolly, And I felt that cool metal moving away from me and I took the breath I didn't even realise I was holding for so long. I have signed myself to the devil and I felt him taking a step back and his silhouette disappearing in the dark. "You should wear back your bra Miss Vitalio, " And I looked at my breast, my dress was a see through no wonder he had a good show. "Pervert."

I thought the demonic arts are quite hard to acquire. Kiri: That was only the basics. And not to mention the teacher was being nice. The truth about demonic arts is not as simple as that. -meanwhile at the council of demons all 6 demon lords are summoned and were discussing a certain topic- Lord Ira: That day the supreme Orb showed seven colors out of which one was the color of the lost familia. Lord Inveja: Not to mention the color of Greed, Pride, Wrath and Lust Lord Pregucia: It's incredible that a mere human possesses so many colors but that's not what we are here today right?

She twisted the doorknob and walked in, the room was vivid because of the moonlight, and as she walked in, memories rush through her like a breached dam. It was her favourite places in the villa, her art room. Beautiful paintings were neatly hung on the wall. The smell of acrylics and oil paints were some of the smells she would never get tired of. She walked closer and found the painting of a fallen angel, it was a birthday gift she had sent her grandfather during her first year in America. In the painting, the angel was crying tears of blood as her wings were clipped off by a demon. The demon had fallen for her and so he cut off wings so she couldn't go back to heaven and would stay in hel

he says with a tone of finality. I falter. I should have known that he is the devil and he already bought my soul. • The devil does not bargain. The next morning meets me in front of my canvas instead of getting dressed to go to Paris for my honeymoon. My worst decision right? But you cannot take the sudden inspiration out of an artist when there is an urge. Black and red paints stain my hands as I finish the final stroke on my new piece. Slashes of red like knife cuts stains the edge of the canvas, and then the sunlight seeping in through the window catches sight of my piece — the dark face of a man.

Davis thinks that he only wants to sleep with her but I know that it's more than that and this idiot has no idea about it. All my friends are different species. Arjun is a Romantic Beast. Neil is a Mysterious Cruel Devil. Davis is the Sexiest Monster. and I am. I am a Demon, a Soul Sucker Demon but I got my Fire, my soul in the name of my wife, My Queen. Mrs. Maria Daniel Miller. Now, I am praying for my brother's future mates. God bless them and give them some extra power to tame them. I laughed madly at my own thoughts.

My Kidnapper, my Man, my Possessor presses his palm over my heart. “Now, come for me” he growls, thrusting until he bottoms out. I scream. Stars flash before my eyes as I let myself fall into beautiful oblivion, annihilated and consumed by my dark demon in the light.