Dmc 4 Devil Trigger Novels & Stories

“I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.” I shudder, breath hitching in my throat. At that same moment I remember the wise words of my mother. The same words I ignored the moment I let a stranger like Michael into my life and now Dustin and Mr. Memphis, who is apparently The Devil. ‘You enjoy playing in the mud, but remember

After arranging the pillows as a dummy under the covers, I turned off the lights, grabbed the keys and sneaked out of the apartment. Krystal’s car was a silver colour Mercedes Benz. As the only daughter, her parents always gave her the best of everything. But that silly girl didn’t know that her brother had modified her car into a sports car from abroad before delivering it as her present. I took a turn around the corner, driving straight to Mt. Akimbo. By the time I reached the top, few racers had already begun racing.

Over the course of my quest for answers, I had transformed into a force that was unyielding and insensitive to the cries of people who were caught up in the currents of my vendetta. Nevertheless, my phone buzzed just as the doors to the dungeon rumbled shut behind him, a ruthless incursion that shattered the quiet that had been present. There was a video that appeared on the screen, and it was a horrible vision that left an indelible mark on the various parts of my awareness.

She ducked, rolling under his strike, then rose in a fluid motion, raising her weapon. Time slowed for a heartbeat. George screamed, “You belong to me!” Ayra’s finger squeezed the trigger. The SMG barked twice, the recoil slamming into her shoulder, and George Wendell went down, his roar ending in a gurgled gasp. --- Silence hit immediately after. The city sounds—sirens in the distance, distant shouts—paled beneath the aftermath. Smoke curled around the wrecked SUVs, the crumpled bodies, and the remnants of fire and rubble.

Don't think about any of it. But it was impossible not to. Every time he stopped moving, his brain went right back to that desk, to Vito's hands on him, to the way he had moaned Vito's name like– The door bolted open with a bang that made Aiden jump. One of the men walked in… the same one who'd pointed a gun at him that first night, the one who'd looked at him like he was already dead. "The ride is ready," the man said, his voice flat. "Let's go."

“Under the car. Someone planted it.” The world goes still. My pulse slows, but my mind explodes with motion. “How bad?” I ask. “Military grade. Triggered by ignition.” I swallow hard, jaw tightening. Someone was planning for me to get in that car tonight. “Remove it,” I order, voice calm despite the storm inside me. Luca nods, pulling a toolkit from his jacket. His hands move with practiced precision. I stand guard, eyes sweeping the perimeter, gun raised, breath shallow. Every second stretches like an hour.

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.

He said, bowing his head down to Earth. Darren clutched the document tightly, it squeezed and was completely wrinkled. He wasn't surprised at all, he had expected this but he didn't expect it to be this soon. Darren had an evil smirk on his face as he stared at the man before him. His calculative gaze made the man shudder with fear. Darren's eyes darkened, the aura around him shifted to that of the beast in him. Sometimes he wished he could just wipe them off the face of the earth, but that was against his norms and principles, all he could do was lead humans to their own doom and activate their self destruction.