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This is not like me. Lord Drago: You people, even though you said all that and blamed it on the kid's fault for getting excited about these meetings but you don't have to hide it anymore. The reason why you all are taking this so seriously. Isn't it because you all think that he is your biggest clue to finding out the truth about the Avereza familia and ''TO PROOF DIABLO ABADDON WAS THE DEMON BEHIND THE DEATH OF OUR BROTHER LUCIFER''

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.

Drago notified, “I will give you an estimate, you open that door, you will meet hell, what are you going to do when you are injured?” El Diablo smiled, he didn’t flinch when he was told about his wound neither did he look shocked when he was told of his doom, because one thing was for certain, this was not the end for him. “This,” he said followed by a gunshot. Drago flinched, momentarily showing his pain on his face before concealing it again as the black haired man before him walked up to him. “Now we are both bleeding,” El Diablo said before placing his gun on Drago’s temple as he stood behind him, “and you will open the door.”

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.

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

He then reached out his hand to tug at what seemed like a handle dangling from the ceiling. Diel pulled the handle down, revealing a giant map. Kiran's jaw dropped. Instead of a typical map with colored patches and imaginary lines to pin-point which location is where, the map Diel revealed was littered with graphic images as if marking where certain land structures and animals were on the land. What especially made her gape was the drawing of four pillars on the four corners of the map. Next to it were hand-drawn images of creatures: a slithering snake, a flying phoenix, a raging eel, and an antlered deer.

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.

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

After skillfully deciphering the codes, Rome sent a message to Lucille, stating, 'The Diablo is in Terni, Italy. He was already about to leave the library when something caught his attention and made him stop. It was a picture of Margaux while she was sleeping on his phone. He took that picture of her last night and made it his wallpaper. She looked tiny with her body curled against the pillow he usually used. Her soft hair was messily scattered all over the white duvet, but then, she was still easily the most beautiful woman to him.