Diablo 3 Fanfiction Novels & Stories

I can't fault him for his well thought out details that make life a breeze for me. Thirty minutes later, I'm tipsy and taking a sip of my third margarita when the devil walks through the door wearing his customary dark clothing. He's a beacon in a room full of dazzling people and it's nearly impossible to slide my gaze away. He's so fucking hot. Too hot for me to handle. Instead of watching Damian, I drag my attention to one of the male Club El Diablo bartenders and do something I never do. I flirt.