I Am The Devil Novels & Stories

“That’s what I would like to hear. I want you to be a link that connects my friends to this world.” “What do you mean?” “I guess I need to be more comprehensive. I have a certain objective but someone stands in the way of my objective... “ “Y-You want me to kill this person ?” “Calm down. Nothing of that sort. I want you to summon my demons to this place, they will handle the rest.” “Are you the Devil?" she asks, scared. “What I am is not important but no I am also not Him, I am an entirely different being from the two you mentioned. You don’t need to be afraid, it’s just like I said, I want us all to be friends.”

He turns the stairs wondering if Christian will run down to sit beside his now awake sister but after a few seconds he reclines more to the thought that he might be sleeping. He turns to them again and then nods to acknowledge Laurel as she gulps, nodding back…soft but acknowledging. He opts to sit beside Gabriel, now facing the family with a questionary eye. The devil and the healer. Feels like judgment day. “Hi, Laurel, do you know who I am?” he leans forward after getting a reassuring nod from Gabriel. Laurel nods.

“Ancient devil?” “Absolutely, they are the devil race that already exists even when the first man is exist on this earth.” Abelard pupils enlarge. The dimness in his eyes started to light up. His heart beat faster. For a moment, he looks at Aimer and turns his gaze back to Aahva. His face looked warmer than before, which looked dark and cold. "Continue, tell me evertything!”

The same devil he mentioned last night. “There’s nothing as such a soul in me, I’m born devil,” That's when I gasped. What have I done?

Let the drama begin. “It’s been hard to be bad,” he said in a pitiful voice, “I don’t have the respect or help I used to have. Quotas to meet, monthly horned head counts, dream appearances, worshipping hours, and pacts in exchange for crappy souls. I’m only one Devil!”

His eyes gleamed with an inner fire as he smiled, his lips curling up in a sensual, devilish grin. Fangs? We're those fangs she saw? He strode confidently to the throne and sat down, his movements fluid and powerful. "I am the devil," he declared, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "And you, Kayla, are my avatar.”

I can tell that he knows what will happen next. “You…” He stammers. “You’re nothing like my brother. He was never a devil. Who are you, devil?” Oh, am I a devil? I know I’m a devil. That word is familiar to me. That is the name all my victims call me. When I am satisfied with the suffering I have inflicted on my victims, my golden eyes glitter with red. “Just kill me.” “My dear uncle, I don’t know what you are talking about,” I mock. “And why should I kill you? I’m not done with you yet.”

Viktor asked relaxing against the couch. Esmeralda just stared at him not understanding what all this meant. Seeing that she didn’t understand, Viktor smiled. “You don’t expect to win a war, where you know nothing about your opponent. That’s a very foolish move. Lorenzo is called the devil’s Son because he has a way of knowing everything that you’re up to. He’s all seeing, as some may claim. I won’t be surprised if he already knows that we’re scheming together and what we’re planning.” He said and there was a hint of disgust as he said it.

“Too late. You already tried your luck with me.” I looked into his eyes—desperation, fear, and something pitifully like regret swimming beneath the surface. “You wanted to know why they call me the Mafia Devil,” I said, voice dr,opping to a whisper thick with menace. His nod was frantic. I smiled—a slow, cruel curve. “Do you get it now?” His eyes widened just before the cold barrel of my gun pressed against his temple. “I don’t do mercy,” I muttered. The shot echoed, final and unforgiving.