Diluc Voice Lines Novels & Stories

I put on my best fake smile and nodded to him. “If you ever speak to her like that again, I’m afraid I will have to kill you,” Duncan added, his face calm and empty, but his voice was like ice. Ice, that would cut your throat in a blink of an eye. “Lieto di conoscerti, Luna Moira,” he bowed respectfully, but I could see in his eyes that he would have gladly strangled me to death. “I wish I could tell you the same, Alpha D’Angeli,” I returned his bow but refused to answer in Italian. One would think that being a third-generation immigrant, he speaks fluent English, but I guess being a show-off was in his blood.

"As in Lucifer?" Silas looked like he wanted to swallow his own tongue. He looked at me, then back at Michelle, his face turning a spectacular shade of beet red. "I... uh... I mean, Lumiyo! Yeah, Lumiyo. My, uh, Japanese source. Very reliable guy. Weird name, I know, but..."

Eren raises a cunning brow, smirking. "What? No!" I burst out defensively. "Why would I be jealous?" I feel my cheeks heating up. Ludmilla is a blonde with a cleavage and I'm brunette with parted boobs. She has amazing blue eyes and I have the cliché Hazel eyes. She is sexy and I'm simple. There is nothing to be jealous for sure. "Ask yourself that question." Eren winks confidently. "Guys, guys!" Toni interrupts us. "If you are done flirting, can you let me pass?" Eren and I then realise that we have been disputing in front of the door, blocking the exit.

Ryu’s voice played in my head. “Not now!” I began to tilt my head several times, trying to get his voice out of my head. “I’m here now.” I felt something raising me up from my chin. How could he look more handsome in armor than in those robes? Maybe I was losing it now. “Who was that?” He questioned. It occurred to me that Ryu was actually standing before me and the voices in my head were actually coming from him. I lowered my head, acknowledging the sacrifice Delilah had taken so she wouldn’t cut my mission short.

The man called Pat, who was one of the organizers, and the person who had insisted on throwing me out, stammered without saying anything. ‘Wasn’t he all-powerful and domineering just a moment ago? Had rats eaten his tongue and now he could not talk anymore?’ I thought in mockery. “Does anyone mind explaining to me what is going on here?” Lucien asked again. This time around, his voice had dropped a few degrees and it was extremely cold. But for some weird reason, I did not feel afraid. “Why would all of you gang up to bully one helpless lady? Do you have any shame?”

The alarms grow louder. I hear metal sliding. Weapons charging. Lucian leans close. “When they enter, don’t hesitate.” “I won’t,” I say. A pause. Then a voice through a speaker. “Aria Vale,” it calls. “You don’t belong here.” I laugh softly. “That’s funny,” I say. “Neither do you.” Lucian smirks. “Come quietly,” the voice continues. “And no one gets hurt.” I step forward. “You already crossed that line.”

“Lucian!” he heard a faint voice shouting his name, “Lucian, get up Lucian,” the voice continued but it was faint and his head was throbbing in pain. He groaned and wrapped his hands on his head to numb the pain. “Get up from there, Lucian, what are you, a woman?” the voice taunted and that forced him to open his eyes —despite the pain— to know who dares talks to him like that. His vision was blurry and he could see a blurred shape, he blinked to clear his vision and he watched as the blurred shape formed into Drago Moonstone’s face. He shut his eyes tightly and groaned once more.

Yuri – POV I stood panting, my breath ragged as blood dripped from my arms onto the snow. Across from me, Lucian glared, his body battered and broken. I had done a good number on him. I smirked, letting the satisfaction simmer beneath my rage. “You look tired, Lucian,” I hissed, my voice laced with venom. His furious gaze burned into me. “You’ll scream and beg for mercy,” he sneered, his tone thick with arrogance. “Just like your father begged me to spare his children.”

While I was still fantasizing, he typed, “There is no need to have a voice chat.” I was quietly disappointed and sighed. “I thought I could hear your voice.” Rican had just finished making a phone call when he came in front from outside and happened to hear my voice. He walked to my side and silently watched me play games. After the game began, Lucifer typed, “God of fight, you are the main output. I will cut the medical equipment and give you HP. Dreamer, you will beat the monsters. Light and Asher are the auxiliary output, but don’t court hatred.”

He just listened. I watched Lucian’s face. I expected to see anger. I expected confirmation. Instead, I saw his face go slack with shock. "Speaker," a voice said on the other end. It was a command. Lucian pressed the speaker button. "Who is this?" Lucian demanded. "You have had a difficult evening, Mr. Drakov," the voice said. It was smooth, modulated, and completely unrecognizable. It wasn't Damian’s voice. It wasn't anyone we knew.