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Just like that He revived. The Exorcist facial expression changed and despair was in their eyes. Diablo started laughing like a maniac and went in the direction of the woman who was holding on to the barrier. The other paladins were pinned down by the other demons who got their strength back now that their king has revived. Diablo slowly walked up to her and stood in front of her. She tried to put up a strong face knowing that she will die nevertheless. Diablo lifted his hand for a swing to slash her throat like he did so to the head Paladin and swoop down on her. She closed her eyes and awaited her death but nothing happened.

Guests lurched to their feet, phones shaking in fear in their hands Framed in the doorway was Lorenzo Alexander, known as EL DIABLO (the Devil) in the underground world. A black suit clung to him like sin, cigar smoke curling with the scent of danger. He didn’t walk the aisle he claimed it. Slow. Deliberate and Deadly.

he smiled and turned to leave. “You know El Diablo, I was told you hardly reject a cool business, and with you doing this, it confirmed my suspicion. No man would have been able to pull that stunt last night, no man would have avoided the camera so much, no man would have kidnapped my daughter without leaving a trace, no man would have killed my men so effortlessly like that, no man would have accepted to that job knowing what I will do, no man would have been so efficient in it, no man would have perform the act so clean like that, no man except the infamous El Diablo.”

His ways of harnessing magic became forbidden for it corrupts the soul and conscience of the user. “That monster who is claiming to be the devil himself cannot accept the fact that he was tricked by Esmeralda. Now he wants revenge for what she had done. He wants Esmeralda to suffer with him forever in the Abyss.” Dante tells Rio who was listening carefully to what he was saying. “It was my fault, isn’t it? I was the reason why Deadrei made a deal with that monster right?” Rio asked him but he just ignored him. His eyes cannot deny the fact that what Rio was saying is true.

OF ALLIES, FLINGS & ENEMIES ~STEPHAN All my life, I've had a myriad of feelings ranging from fear to despair to grief to hopelessness, and rage. I had it rough growing up. Even though I was born into luxury, I had to fight for everything, even my life. Thaddeus "El Diabolo" Delmundo was many things. A strategist, a murderer, a warrior, a thief, a cheat, and a liar. He had no interest in being a father and he made that very clear.

Slowly one by one I finish off the remaining four men, making sure the room witnessed the hell f'm capable of and will treat my enemies and those who cross me with. “PLEASE SHOW RESPECT FOR THE HEIR OF THE DE LEONE CRIME FAMILY AND NEW ACTING HEAD OF THE EAT ITAILAN/AMERICAN DE LEONE MAIFA" Vic pauses his speech and comes to my side, taking my hand in his he kisses the back on my now bloody knuckles "DIABLA"

Blyce’s blue eyes moved to her and anger filled them, she grabbed Estella roughly and halted her escape, “Where do you think you’re going to? What are you doing here? What are the both of you doing here alone?” “I don’t see how that-“ Diego began but was quickly interrupted by Estella. “I was in charge of cleaning Mr. El Diablo’s room this morning and he called me to ask about a document he had left on the nightstand,” she lied hurriedly, hoping that Blyce would accept the lie. The last thing Estella wanted was for Blyce to mark her as someone who was trying to snatch her man and put a target on her back. She didn’t want to get fired from this job, but neither did she want to become Mr. El D

Impatient to devour the flesh of his victims. Having their screeching screams and pleas fill his ears, it was always melodious to his ears. He loved when his victims please for their life, like it depended on him. Which it did at that point. But no matter the pleas, he never forgives. If he was nice with them, he would let them chose how he would kill them. But forgiveness was never in his chronicle, thus his name...El diablo. But first, he would exercise a little patience and wait for his men to give the feedback he asked for. Then he would hunt down his victims by himself and collects back what was stolen from him.

This made my father proud. He told me this many times, especially after seeing me at my worst. They called him when I was too anxious with my knife, the blood of our enemies staining every part of me as red as the Devil. This is where the legend of il Diavolo (The Devil) was born . Eviscerate, dismember, break... the pain I distributed was returned tenfold in my father's love.

The female employees have lacy black bras beneath the shirts and skintight leather skirts. A woman is lying face down on top of the bar and whenever a Dom sitting nearby places an order, they deliver a hard slap to her naked behind. Her shoulders are shaking and a small sob escapes her with each blow. Bad sub. The scenes may be similar to what happens at the Mediterranean Club but there's no comparison when it comes to the wealth and class of Club El Diablo. I'm startled when a warm hand lands on my arm. Turning, I barely manage to breathe. Damian's chest is bare and smooth. His six-pack melts into leather pants that look painted on. They disappear into black leather boots that stop just bel