Dmc 4 Devil Trigger Novels & Stories

My feet were bleedinginside my heels, and the diamond necklace was cutting into my collarbone. It felt as if I was trapped inside a nightmare, from which I couldn’t wake up. Luca appeared beside me, two flutes of champagne were in his hand, and offered me one. “No thank you.” I said coldly, barely looking at him. He shrugged and drained both. “Your loss.” He said with disdain in his voice. Motherfucker.

When the right time comes, this person strikes successfully, dethroning the Evil and takes its place, becoming the ultimate devil- a demon who won against the Evil that created him. Fortunately, only one such trickster rises from the horde of darkness in a long time, preventing the doomsday of the entire system. It solely depends on the devil how he turns the table or how he rules the world. He thinks to either continue poisoning humanity or eliminate the parasites that could overthrow him someday. A person without a heart is a monster and a heartless person only awakes when they have nothing to lose.

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.

"Let's go." James was his name. Aiden had heard one of the other guys call him that before. He seemed to be another of Vito's right hands, or close to it. Aiden nodded quickly. "Okay. Yeah. I'm ready." He followed James out of the room, down the elevator, and through the bar where Kate was still serving drinks. She caught his eye and mouthed "Call me," but Aiden just gave her a weak smile and kept walking. Outside, a black SUV was waiting, engine already running. James opened the back door and gestured for Aiden to get in.

“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.

He cursed under his breath. At first prince Arthur couldn't take his eyes off the red ones peering at him, it was as if he has been glued to those flaming eyes, but that spell lost it effect on him the moment he heard another growl from the massive creature laying on the floor with an arrow stuck in his heart. ‘ isn't this what they call caught between the devil and the deep blue sea?, but then no matter how beautiful the sea might appear, the devil you know is far better.’ “Ahhhhhhhh"

It looked so familiar. 'I'm sure I saw this carriage somewhere before, but I don't seem to remember' She shut her eyes to recollect her memories but she couldn't lay her fingers on where she had seen the carriage. The door suddenly opened and her eyes were widely opened the moment she saw her perpetrators, glaring down at her. How did they know she's in here? How did they find out? As they neared her, a man who was gambling moved over to sit beside her. "Hello there, pretty...what's your name?"