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That surprised me. I could feel her watching me, trying to piece together who—or what—I was. But I didn’t give her answers. I didn’t give her comfort. I’m not a savior. I’m the man you meet when the angels already gave up on you. --- Halfway through the drive, her voice cracked through the silence. “I didn’t apply for that.” I didn’t respond. “They told me it was a bar job,” she said, like that explained everything. Like I needed her to justify being tricked into selling herself.

I begin to exclaim when Eros's words suddenly replay in my mind. Far from, darling. Just wait and see. "Fuck my life... that son of a bitch was right. It was real." I state, feeling as though a bucket of cold water has been thrown over me. "I'm guessing your referring to meeting with the Gods who marked you?" he asks, and I nod my head. "Yes, it's very real. Greek gods and angels are both real. Us angels, are descendants from the Greek Gods themselves. Here to aid them when they please." he begins to explain.

“What do you want from here, Pyro?” “Wow, right to the point. I’m looking for this girl right here that I found out by one of the females here that she’s going by the name Angel here.” I looked at the picture to see that indeed it was Angel, but why is he looking for her. “What do you want with her?” “She’s the property of the Burning Devils, and I want her back right now or things are going to get hot in here.” I looked to Levi to single to him that I need to speak to him alone.

She says softly with disbelief in her eyes. "Demons are just angels who have fallen from grace." I replied. "How does an angel fall from grace?" Luna asks as she raises an eyebrow at me.. "Well most angels fall from grace because they disobey or ignore a direct order from the high council. When that happens they are sent to the demonic realm and are reborn as demons." I replied. "Then why do demons work so closely with angels?" She asks.

A new fear unlocked. Doom was sleeping soundly in my bed. There were times I heard him screech. I knew angels could heal their wounds fast, but the emotional aspect. It was something we acquired from terrenes. The reason why some angels chose to become devils was because of the boundless armor from pain. I sat beside him, watching him in his slumber. I remembered his bravery in covering me against the gigantic creature. Foolish, he could've used his blessings; instead, he chose to shield me. What on earth was this Reaper thought he was?

“Ava, listen to me. Two Devil Alphas cannot exist at the same time.” I felt my blood run cold. “What?” Amelia’s lips pressed together. “The last Devil Alpha before Arthur was born two hundred years ago. He died before Arthur was even conceived.” A chill ran down my spine. “So what happens if I give birth to another while another is still alive?” Amelia swallowed hard. “No one knows. But… it’s possible that they will be drawn to fight. Until one of them is dead.” I staggered back, horror crashing over me.

It was just a way for him to have control and power over me. But I’m the one with the power here. To get my revenge, I would do anything, I would give anything, and right now, I was selling my soul to the devil. But in this story, there are two devils. One doesn’t just know it yet.

he admitted with a short laugh while still kissing me, taking my bottom lip between his A gust of breeze blew past, but it did nothing to the rising fire of passion in my blood, my whole body was warm, and being this close to Roman, my body pressed to his, soft in every place he was hard, it made me throb and yearn Roman slid a finger down the curve of my ass, making a shiver rack through my body “My stubborn little angel” he rasped as I shifted my hips so my core was nudging his hard length I pulled back just enough to stare into his eyes, to see the brightness of desire there, but also the lingering shadows of earlier. “And you're my own personal devil,” I said softly, my words falling lik

The baby stirred, a calm, steady pulse. Aunt Dee watched quietly from a distance, understanding settling into her expression. The ancestors’ voices echoed one last time through the realm: “The devil’s greatest act of defiance is not destruction— It is devotion.” Far away, the hunters drew closer. But for the first time since the prophecy began, Malik knew exactly where he stood. And he would not move.

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.