Even The Demons Believe And Tremble Novels & Stories

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 refuses to answer me, which tells me everything I need to know. There’s one thing I’ve learned about demons during the time I’ve had to creep around this godforsaken hell-hole. They’re fucking dumb. Childish, even. Unable to estimate the ripple effect of their actions. “You’ve reneged on your end of the bargain. You touched Layla. You hurt her, you sick fuck. We’re done.” “You’ll never be free of me.” “You’ll never be strong enough to break me.” Like I said, I’ve lasted way longer than any of the men who’ve come before me.

The flickering fluorescent lights cast an unflattering glow over the lone, pristine white sedan that now sat trapped in the vast emptiness. With an iron grip, Damien pulled me toward the car, his knuckles turning white with the effort. I could feel my heart thundering against his fingers, which pressed uncomfortably into my wrist. Just a few more steps, and I would be ensnared once again, locked away from any flicker of hope for escape. And then, the world exploded. **BOOM!** The sound struck like the crack of thunder inside a confined space, reverberating off the concrete walls and ceiling with a terrifying intensity. My heart leaped into my throat as the shock wave surged toward us, causin

My knuckles are itching. He lifted his head and squinted with his good eye. Tried to say something, but his mouth was a bloody mess and his words didn't come out right. “Don’t speak,” I said, my voice low. Flat. “Just listen.” He tried to nod. Tried to act scared. I could see it. The trembling. The shallow chest rises. But he’s not scared enough. I squatted in front of him and stared into that busted face. “You got a name?” I asked

He holds out his hands, so I take them, trying not to think about how much larger they are compared to mine. "You should know that I find touching you abhorrent," I mutter. All I can think about is how many people have lost their lives to these hands. "I don't care what you're feeling, as long as it's something," he says. "Now. Try to relax. Concentrate on the connection between us." Releasing a long breath, I let my eyes flutter closed. Being a Demon is unique, it's special. It doesn't matter what most people say, I know that deep down, and through that, it allows me to connect to other's like me. Which is why I don't shy away from the connection between Keo and I.

Kat came to stand beside him, her hand upon his shoulder. As all the demons raised their heads Scribe suddenly bellowed out. “All hail Demon Lord Ruben, our master of the Ninth Circle” The demons all boomed out in their loudest voices. “Hail Demon Lord Ruben!” Three times before falling silent and expectant. Ruben glanced up at Kat. “What now? I really hope they aren’t expecting a speech.” “No…” She giggled behind her hand. “You can tell them to ah…fuck off, now.” Scribe said with a little amusement.

“Hey Kitty, what’s going on that got everyone going crazy?” “You didn’t hear? The owner Legion Baphomet is going to be here tonight with his close friend Leviathan Demogorgon the CEO of Demogorgon Corporation. Dani needs to pick two girls that will be working in the club to take care of them both, and of course he’ll pick me to be one to take care of them.” “What makes you think he’ll chose you over me?” “Well Duchess, I am one of Dani’s favorite girl here and of course Cherry as well.”

~✴~ The DEVIL'S Heart ``````````````````` PERORATION : I love you and it is the only thing I believe in - The Devil ` ` `

The one with all the darkness, death. And demons.

like a prayer, Khatri leans down and bites his neck, sucking bruises into that pale skin. Upstairs the family hears the screams and the banging of wood against the wall and they all come to the same conclusion. “It’s working!” Matthew’s mother gasps, clutching her bible as tears of relief rake down her face. “The demon’s leaving him.” the family cheer obliviously while Khatri downstairs continues to fuck his sweet Matthew deeper and harder.