Evil Servant Novels & Stories

The skinny man facing them cackled ominously. This man was known as Rat Servant, one of the 12 servants nurtured by the Trio Alliance Island in Wyverna. After Tiger Servant, he was another who had reached the formidable semi-Empyrean level. Facing a semi-Empyrean, the four Dukes of War struggled, barely holding their ground and on the brink of being overwhelmed. The difference between a Duke of War and a semi-Empyrean was a narrow gap in rank but a vast chasm in power.

My mind drifts to Savannah fuelling my hunger to save her, my hunger to survive. How can I let her live in the Villa with such a monster? A man who doesn’t have an ounce of empathy within him. Does he have no compassion for women whatsoever? I’m sure there are laws in the Elite Families bible about harming women and children. He's the devil incarnate, a grim reaper with a heart as black as coal, a grinch who steals joy and a boogeyman, who haunts your dreams all rolled into one. Don Valentino is like a dark and stormy night, causing the air to grow thick with the stench of fear and desperation.

The core difference between good and evil is that good empowers the vulnerable, and evil preys on them. Sera wrapped the scarf around her neck, concealing the evidence of his assault on her skin. Her body was now nothing but a canvas of fading and fresh hickeys. Sera had no delusions. She knew she was vulnerable against his might. His family owned the entire Spain, including the authorities. They ruled the underworld. Serrano's were not only the richest but also the most feared. Her dad had told chilling stories of how they tortured their enemies in their torture cell. They were bad news. And it was her bad luck that she caught the eyes of the worst among them. Nate.

I hate that I get thrown off by it. I have to remember now that this is him, the playboy bachelor that everyone has been talking about. Not the devil of a boss that I had to work with every single day for the last five years. This is his different side that I had to start getting accustomed to. “No. Not babe. We’re not small pigs.” Amusement filled his face again when I spoke. I continued.

It is a part of human nature. In my eyes, a person who commits evil acts is the devil himself. There is no outside force, no mysterious entity whispering in their ears, no dark power forcing their hand. The devil is simply the name we give to the worst parts of human nature— the greed, the cruelty, the hunger for control, and the willingness to destroy others for selfish gain. It is not some mystical being hiding in the darkness. It is us. It is me. And if that is the case, then I must be the devil.

“E-ethan…please, have mercy on me-” I grabbed him by his neck, throttling him. Dr. Mend’s face turned purple from the lack of oxygen. I slowly lifted him up from the ground while he’s kicking off his feet to wriggled away from my deadly grip. I doubt this old man can escape. Looking around, there’s at least hundreds of dead bodies everywhere, and the devil did this. The devil itself. “You treated me like a waste material. Why would I have mercy on you after taking an experiment on me?” I cocked my head to my right, pouting innocently. I placed my foot on the edge of the divider, stretching my muscles.

It’s amazing how I feel this need to check on her, the bruise on her lips and the purple mark on her arm will be a good warning to the traitor who imagines to have weakened me and to the fools who believe they can touch the devil’s Aphrodite. I put the small hand back to the side of his body and leave from inside my suite, Dobriev leaning against the wall lifts his gaze understanding very well what I want, and sits quietly following me through the corridors of the mansion until we reach the room. Next to the fireplace are the five soldiers, their looks mixed between respect and fear quickly drift to the floor. Perversity is an old known rising through the veins and inflaming the soul in need

For a moment, just a brief moment, in the corner of her mind, something in her had almost began to believe that he wasn't completely evil, but alas, his true nature proved her wrong, he was a merciless devil. Vivian slowly picked herself up with shaky legs, she walked away from the garden and from the stack of dead bodies feeling painfully disgusted with her self.

I want to ask how he knew they were evil, but I already know the answer. Instincts. The same way I healed him all the times he was poisoned. "All of them," he says earnestly. "Deserved Judgment. I am Nemesis. Cleansing the kingdom is what I'm put here to do, and I know evil when I see it. I would never harm an innocent or anyone working for the good of the kingdom. I would never visit death on an ordinary, well meaning subject. My Gamma and Beta? They don't know that they know, but they do. They have seen me in action. And I have never attacked them, Kerris. My doctor? These are all friends. Good people."

And he will also make sure to wipe them out too. "How certain are you that the werewolves caused the rampage and not the witches?" asked Zephyr, his gaze on the man that was standing in front of him. He was now thinking of appointing new council members cause it seems that the ones he appointed were nothing but fools. "Th...e marks on their bodies were that a wolves and not witches, my king." The man answered roughly. "Fools!" Zephyr uttered in a stoic voice. "Roman!" "My king!" Roman responded with a bow.