Novel & Cerita Evil Servant

A magician like him would be impossible to die this easily. Yes, Stevanus was not a normal human, just like Delldora. He is a magician in the modern world who makes a pact with the devil. One of the points of the agreement was that Stevanus was obliged to present the heart of a woman whom he had marked with a special "ribbon". And the demon that Stevanus made as his ally prefer children first.

In a dimly lit room, tension hung heavy in the air as a trembling old man faced a mysterious figure. Fear etched deep lines on his weathered face as he mustered the courage to ask, "Who... are you?" With an air of chilling confidence, the enigmatic presence responded, "Calm down, old man. I'm not here to end your life. Allow me to introduce myself—I am Emine, the Devil Queen." She perched herself on the edge of the bed, toying mischievously with an object in her hands.

“She never ca-cared about the s-screams.” Tears prickled at the corners of my eyes. “I am so sorry.” “S-she is evil i-incarnate.” “She is.” A movement at the corner made my eyes open. The duke was folding his arms, still leaning against the door. He watched us with a peculiar mix of curiosity and wariness. “She is devil per-personified,” Revandrel muttered, nose brushing my neck. My nails dug into my own sides. “You are not wrong.” “People-eating, s-soul-sucking being without a soul.”

a good servant," she concluded, making me even angrier with her. I'm correct. She manipulated Alpha Nicholas, and I'll never forgive her for convincing him to abandon us. " They are incorrect, Nicholas. You are not your father. Alpha Antonio personifies Alpha Gerri. He is a fool for adoring and breaking his love for a woman, and you are just as much of a fool as he is. "You were a fool to get drowned by my trap," she remarked. It's all plain to me now. She is truly evil, and if there is anyone here who does not require rescue, it is unquestionably her. I could feel myself sweating as I continued to concentrate on my attention. To destroy the moon goddess, I required my might. I'm not concern

This was the real cost of the empire Sandro had built. This was the devil she had married. Yet beneath the revulsion, a twisted attraction stirred. The way he stood there, powerful and unyielding, blood on his hands because someone had dared threaten her… it unlocked a primal part of her she hated herself for acknowledging. Her body still hummed from their earlier encounters, and now this raw display of dominance only heightened the conflicting pull inside her. She was horrified. She was also, shamefully, drawn to the monster who would burn the world to keep her safe.

“What if I want us to be together again, Eve? Try one more time and see the man that I have become?” I raised a brow, meeting his gaze again. “And what makes the present you and the before you different?” “Nobody calls me 'devil' anymore,” he replied, completely unshaken. My brows lifted. “What?” He gave a small, almost self-deprecating smile. “Everyone used to say that I was devilish because of my attitude—cold, ruthless, always ready to tear through anything that got in my way. But I can promise you, nobody calls me that anymore. They see that I’ve changed… for the best.”

“And when he takes it, we end him.” Lucian didn’t answer immediately. His silence wasn’t hesitation—it was calculation. Marek wasn’t Darius. Darius had been a wolf with a pack, a monster bloated with power. Marek was smaller, meaner. He was the kind of rat that survived famine, the kind that lived on scraps until he found the right throat to sink his teeth into. He wouldn’t approach Serrano empty-handed. Which meant Marek had already prepared his own offering.

Dominic said. Vale shook his head gently. “No. I’m complete.” He tapped his wrist. Nothing exploded. Nothing collapsed. Instead, every exit door sealed simultaneously. Not by his system. By ours. I felt the cold realization first. “That’s impossible,” Observer One said. Vale’s smile warmed. “Not when authority outranks command.” All eyes turned to the observers. Observer Two checked his band, frowned. “Council ghost-lock,” he said quietly. Dominic went very still.

I queried. "I am your weakness. You are my weakness but that only makes us stronger. You are the daughter of a man who was once known as the Bratva devil and now it's your turn to step in change that. Be as ruthless and cold hearted as him but remember that you will never act as low as he did. You will be respected but not by fear by the way you lead your men. Understood?" When I nod he continued. "Those who hold against us die." I nod again and assert. "No mercy."

I whisper in fear. Tsking, and biting his lip, he shakes his head. “Oh, no. Don’t think of it like that,” he says sweetly, his nefarious smile shifting to sweet and beautiful. “I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.”