Novel & Cerita Diabolical Laughter

⸻ For one second— Nobody knew how to respond. ⸻ Then Dante laughed so hard he nearly fell over. ⸻ Even Amara covered her mouth. ⸻ Because honestly? ⸻ That sounded exactly like Lucian. ⸻ The Fallen Celestial stared. ⸻ Then unexpectedly— It laughed. ⸻ A deep rumbling sound that shook the mountain. ⸻ “You truly are the same.” ⸻ The laughter vanished. ⸻ Its expression darkened.

squealed and squeaked General Lie at the peak of his anger, furiousness, dissatisfaction, as well as helplessness. “Hahaha... Hahaha... Let me sleep with her, Shit and Bad Ass General Lie... Let me enter her, enjoy her body, her beauty as well as her perfection in front of you... That’ll be such a spectacular, amazing, and amusing show, isn’t it? Isn’t it, General Lie Jun Xiong? Hahaha... Hahaha...” Mr. Muk Khai Khai continued with his peculiarly malevolent laughter.

If Isla thought I would veg her to stop she didn't know me at all. A laugh spills from my lips, and once It started, there was no stopping it. My continuous laughter seems to stop Isla's assault on me. She just stares at me with wide eyes, no doubt shocked and confused at my outburst. Even Diana and Josephine seem to relax their hold on me a little. “What's so funny?” She asks, with a scowl. I give her a creepy smile. “Is that all you got? Come on Isla, I didn't peg you for being a weak bitch” I said, I know I'm taunting the demon now.

This is my playground, my domain of wickedness, and Julie's suffering is the canvas upon which I paint my devilish masterpiece. I let out a chilling laugh, the sound echoing through the air like a haunting melody. The symphony of her fear and my twisted pleasure intertwine, creating a symphony that only I can hear. And in this symphony, I am the conductor, the architect of despair, reveling in the depths of my devilish happiness. ...

Abelard's gaze was blank. "If I hadn't leaked Barend's plans on the night of Felenia's Debutante, would your lives have been a little different?" Abelard twins chestnut. However, this was immediately dispersed when he heard the sound of happy laughter echoing loudly. Abelard rose from his crouched position, and looked around warily. The laughter was still audible, but nothing was visible. "Who's that?! Get out!" Abelard shouted angrily. Instead of being afraid that the laughing person might leak his confession of crime, he actually felt annoyed. The voice was mocking him.

After hearing what he had said, Lance burst out laughing as if he had never heard such a hilarious joke before. "Ha ha ha! Did you hear what he just said?" The gene martial artists in the Kutcher’s main hall could not help but laugh. Lucas’ words were just plain ridiculous. "You don't believe me?" Lucas looked at Lance with a faint gaze. "Believe you?" Lance snorted again. "Not unless the sky is falling down!" Lucas smiled indifferently and activated the Immemorial Demonic Script immediately! His Immemorial Demonic Script was at Level 2. Thus, the horrifying demonic aura released by it would be a plain nightmare for low-ranked Evolved Ones.

And he still had the nerve to tell me about orders? Who the hell does Dante even think he is? I let out a bitter scoff before I could stop myself. "He's an asshole," I said bluntly. El Diablo's laugh was immediate...deep, rumbling, and real. The sound startled me. To hear the Devil laugh like that, full of genuine amusement, was… strange. He threw his head back slightly, clearly entertained. I couldn't help but laugh, too, awkward and confused by the moment we were sharing. Who would've thought?

His fingers curled around the blade, blood trickling down his arm. Then he laughed. It wasn't just any laugh—it was deep, chilling, almost inhuman. Parang halakhak ng demonyo mismo. It was the first time I had ever heard him laugh like that. Terrifying. His expression... it was even worse. His eyes burned with something unhinged, his smile wide, deranged, parang isang baliw na nakatakas mula sa mental hospital. Between his haunting laughter, he spoke. His voice was low, amused, almost... exhilarated. "Is this how it feels to die?" he murmured.

“You can’t seriously be saying you’d get rid of your own son just to have me. That’s insane. That’s… that’s demonic.” Horace didn’t get angry. Instead, a deep, rumbling laugh rolled out of his throat — low, rich, and crackling with dark amusement. The sound vibrated through his broad chest and straight into my body, sending uncontrollable shivers racing down my spine and straight to my core. It wasn’t a cruel laugh. It was confident. Seductive. The kind of laugh that made my thighs clench together involuntarily.

A loud and hoarse laugh echoed in that basement, shutting the couple completely. Calix and the rest of their men lowered their heads when they saw their boss laughing and standing up on his feet. They all understood it was not a good sign. The worst was about to unleash at any moment. Luka stepped closer towards the couple, who were kneeled right in front of him on the ground. “You both love each other a lot, don't you?” He slanted his upper body towards them. “And your love made you both harm my name, so….I think I should tear your hearts apart from your bodies because…” hearing him the couple looked at him, horrified.