Novel & Cerita Evil Lord

“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.

Yet, they aroused a feeling of a dark, untenable evil, death, and an infinitely boundless abyss of savagery. Once he was out of the pool of blood, the Bloody Red Humanoid Figure levorotated it's neck twice, before it spoke, "I've been in this hell of a place for so long, thanks to this blood offering I'm finally revived. Hump! you Lords Of The Skies, just you wait for me. I'm going to be the end of your race and the doom of your descendants." From the way it spoke and the emotion reflected in his voice and face, it was clear he had an intense hatred for the one's it called 'Lords of The sky'.

They were arrogant as heck. The Orlih (The devils) This clan composed of the devils, underground spirits, and their King, Lucifer. This group were the most dangerous because their powers were uncontrollable. The devils were able to control other shifters, and the humans through their eyes and they were all controlled by Lucifer. He was the second most powerful shifter after the Phetath. Lucifer and Phetath were, even more, stronger than the elders which made them the deadliest shifters to ever exist.

He resembled an opposite version of Hiro, yet exactly as handsome as him. “He is responsible for any military and force actions. He is a level 5, the same as you. The boss values him a lot, he's an excellent fighter, intelligent, vicious… and has every possible symptom to be called a sociopath. Be wary of him,” she disclosed. That was the second person telling me something similar. I started feeling quite nervous at the thought of meeting that guy. Melisa must have noticed my restlessness and smiled to relax me a bit. “Don't worry too much… he is a guy above all, and you are pretty. I will teach you, how to use it right,” she grinned viciously, “Now, let's move to the other one…” she pointed

he smiled walking towards me. Attempting the rush by her side, he raised his hand, planting me where I stood. “One wrong move and I'll snap her neck,” he warned. “Game over Lucifer... We are going to stop you— And Eve II .” “No, you'll not— and actually it's just the beginning, and please, I preferred to be called the darkness, it's the ideal name for a monster like me, I want your kids to tremble when they hear tales about me, stories how I feast on earth for my own pleasure”

Vador said to Aleister as they left the room. "Dark lord," Jadis bowed. "To what do I owe this honour," Vador said offering her a seat. Lady jadis was a white witch,she was the leader of the eastern empire.Vandora was her cousin and was sent by jadis with the approval of the council to watch Vador. Falling for the dark lord,Vandora refused to leave,she had called jadis earlier that day to inform her that the lord was having an affair with a human vampire in the royal house.

"So many times, we tried to prove we could be civilized, that we aren't monsters, but again and again you Thompsons have come and destroyed what we work for, poking us until we break." "I can be a monster." He bared his fangs threateningly, moving close to my neck until I could feel his breath inches away. His voice dropped to a whisper, " Now that I've finally found one Thompson, I can destroy all of you. I could take your body as mine to drain and pick apart to pieces. Or perhaps…" His lips curled into a sly smile, "....mine to fuck until you're nothing more than broken leftovers." He moved away, eyeing my body darkly from my toes to my terrified face.

And not just any magic—bloodline magic, the kind that left a mark in the air long after the fire died. Only one clan had ever carried that kind of power. The White Wolves. The Rosewood Clan. Darian Rhadamanthys Draven—Alpha King, ruler of the Obsidian Moon Pack—stood atop the cliffs of the ancient stone circle, overlooking the ruins his ancestors had once sworn to protect. His hands were clenched behind his back, but tension rolled off his shoulders like heat. Someone had invoked old power. Without his permission. Without his knowledge. And worse? They’d done it under his nose.

If they were judging influence, they could judge it in the open. One silhouette shifted slightly toward me. “Elara Voss,” the voice said. Not a question. “Yes,” I answered. “You understand your presence increases conflict intensity.” “Yes.” “You understand removal decreases projected casualties.” “No,” I said calmly. A fractional pause. “Explain.” “Because Helix Crown is not reacting to my presence,” I said. “They’re reacting to my alignment.” “With him?” the voice asked. “With the system he represents,” I corrected. “I’m proof your structure can evolve. That’s what they’re trying to kill.”

“It feels like I’m just a puppet in your wild game—like I’m supposed to sell cars, then what? You want me to be your assistant? Your shadow?” I expected him to scoff, maybe brush me off like before. But this time, he leaned back, his eyes dark as an oncoming storm. “Don’t you know who you are, Matilda?” His voice was so quiet it almost didn’t belong in a room this high. “You’re the most tenacious person I’ve ever met—and that’s exactly why I won’t let you break.” I scoffed, unable to stop the sound. “Is that what this is? Your grand villain origin story? Because I’m not scared of your bad-boy, torturous vibe. All you do is drag me around, and it’s getting old.”