Dr Devil の小説・ストーリー

A savior? Or a monster?

I asked him. Salvatore sighed. He does that whenever someone finds it hard to understand? “You are in the best spot for this. I have trained you well, and best still, you have the nerve to attract any kind of person, including him.” I scoffed. “He will kill me before I get to him.” I said. That was obviously true. The feared Dante, leader of the Mafia and a popularly known Mafia Lord was bound to shatter me into pieces and have me killed. I had heard about him, and what he did to people. There had been nothing nice from those stories.

“Too late. You already tried your luck with me.” I looked into his eyes—desperation, fear, and something pitifully like regret swimming beneath the surface. “You wanted to know why they call me the Mafia Devil,” I said, voice dr,opping to a whisper thick with menace. His nod was frantic. I smiled—a slow, cruel curve. “Do you get it now?” His eyes widened just before the cold barrel of my gun pressed against his temple. “I don’t do mercy,” I muttered. The shot echoed, final and unforgiving.

The Glambour forest, also known as the Devil's vale was situated in the western part of Patasia continent with mysterious supernatural secrets. lt was the earlier meeting place of different nations but now everyone was scared to cross that place due to it's dark secrets. History saying that hosts, sightings of the reaper, wolf packs gathering, vampire hideaways–all present in this forest at one time. Popular rumour about the forest was the paranormal activities of the non human creatures of there. Once approximately in early twentieth century, a pregnant lady and her husband were trapped in this mysterious forest because of the broke off of their black classic british sports car.

“I've helped you get the immortality you desire, and now I'm helping you again, controlling Barbara so that she can kill the victims that you will make sacrifices for me.” Reksa stepped forward, approaching Hugo with a breath that smelled like a mixture of sulfur and wet tar. The devil gripped the Cursed's shoulder, making him grit his teeth in the pain and heat from Reksa's hands. Within seconds, Reksa's form was no longer human, but like a real devil, flaming red and black. Hugo's shoulders slowly smoked, but not the slightest sign of fire could come out.

he said. Phil frowned. “Then say it plainly.” Devon hesitated, choosing his words carefully. “I’m worried about Draven,” he admitted quietly. “About his… mateless state.” Phil’s eyebrows shot up in disbelief. “…What?” Devon continued, his tone serious now. “The rumors spreading across the entire northern region are getting worse. They paint him as a monster incapable of bonding, cursed by the Moon Goddess herself. I know they are just cruel whispers, but rumors have power—especially among Alphas.

/ He laughed loudly, swinging his bat and hitting brittle objects in the fancy hotel. He is a Death Angel, his name is Draven Black. A modern-day grim reaper, wearing not a cape but a black emo suit with a pair of black wings to fly. He does not have a scythe, he has a bat for beating humans. His look is completed by black hair and an upside-down cross hung in his left ear.

James is throwing a ball at Roman who exclaims as as he catches it while cole is engraved in a book his studying My gaze wonders to the main devil!, the hell ruler, the king of evil . Draven just sits near the other three Crossing his legs and interlaces his fingers accross his stomach making him appear like a king as his last name implies. happilly, I haven't seen him for the last two weeks ,everything about him appears to be black! black soul! black Heart ! Black Mind!

Deny's clever brain is very reliable when it comes to tricking. *****