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"We’re deeply sorry, Master. The men we sent to retrieve her were all killed. By the time we arrived, she was already gone. But we promise—" "Promise?" the master interrupted, his tone mocking and deadly. He slowly approached the man who had spoken last. "Didn’t your parents teach you never to make a promise to the devil?" he asked, grabbing the man by his hair and yanking him to his feet. "P-please, Master. I’ll fix it, I swear—" A chilling scream tore through the room as the man’s ears were sliced clean off, landing on the floor in front of him. "Answer my question!" the master thundered.

He was about to bring a storm in all the places. Capo settled next to Master, waiting for him to spill the beans. “Samson, where did he go?” Master leaned close and sneered. “I adjusted him, reminding him what he was,” Capo agreed in this evil plan against Samson, but he didn’t know there was a hidden agenda for Master in this situation. If he would not help him kill Decker, Master was a serpent. He would not deny harming Capo’s family. “Devil was the only angel who dared to see himself on the throne, knowing he could never access it. But he became the king of the hell.”

And I waited with the stillness of a rock. If nun warrior, here, remembered her assignment, she'd know that if I was late for the ceremony, we'd both be in trouble; and her master—the one she and her kind affectionately called 'The Devil'—is well known for his creative punishments. Well, I’m already in hell so I've got nothing to lose, but I can't say the same about her.

"From now on, you are mine to command as I see fit." "Yes master." It bowed, his hateful eyes on the floor. It disappeared, hiding in the body of it's host until I called upon it. Lower level and middle demons such as Ikvar were easy to control once you knew their names, but it is in the nature of demons to turn on their masters. And that was the exact reason I had a small portion of his essence. Ikvar would follow my dictates willingly, or do it forcefully. Knowing the nature of demons, I was certain that a great deal of force will be needed to deal with Ikvar.

I ducked beneath a heavy right hook, drove my elbow into his ribs, and swept his legs out from under him. A second later, Devon was pinned face-first to the floor, my knee pressed firmly into his spine as I locked his arm behind his back. He was so utterly embarrassed that he could barely breathe, his face turning red against the dirt. I leaned down, looking straight into his wide, angry eyes. “Call me master,” I commanded, my voice dropping into an icy register. He thrashed for a split second, but the pressure on his spine tightened. Finally, he lowered his gaze to the sand, his pride completely broken. “Master,” he muttered quietly.

(THAT DREADFUL NIGHT) “REMEMBER I am your master as you are my servant. You are a tool that I will be used in any way I please. You have no right to defy me as I hold your dear life within the palm of my hands. As you should know, you are nothing without me.” Engraving the words that become her first lesson and building the entirety of her life as a doll and her master tool to kill and destroy everything. She grows like any other kid as she looks like any normal human. Yet, behind her innocent and sweet face where everyone adores and looks up too is a sinister one with a blood of a devil and a monster, to begin with. She who hail her creator and master, who teaches her everything that she ne

His blonde hair seemed to contrast with his suit, but the man didn't care. "Master," he bowed to the former. "Any news?" The former asked, without turning. "Yes, master." The man in white walked over to his master. "Here are the pictures Sniper took." He gave his master three pictures. "These will surely please you, master." The man glanced at the picture, with an evil smirk on his face. "Who is that boy with the devil?" He asked the man who brought the pictures to him. "His boy toy, I think." The man shrugged.

However, Luca’s next words bring me back to the scene. “I have a deal for you..but in exchange, you’re going to be my mistress.” Those words, those exact words and that glint of hope in drunk me’s eyes. They would become the reason for my problems. “You’re lucky. A deal with the devil is what you need right now.” What? Devil?

I remembered him saying "Unless I bring your parents here they won't know where you are. You see my innocent pet, you are in the demon world and I'm a demon. Humans like you don't even know about this place unless they are brought here by demons such as myself for pets. So listen and get this into your head you are a pet and I'm your demon master for now and everyone that you see here that is not a pet or slave is a demon." After saying that he continued whipping me. At first I thought he was lying but from time to time he will transforned into his demon form and fuck some of the girls in front of me and the other pets.

“It’s not a matter of promising, Cory. I came here to have a heart-to-heart with you.” The terror on his face shifted to confusion. “Heart-to-heart?” “Yes, Cory.” I started to circle round the chair he was bound to, tumbling the knife in my fingers. Then I paused and leaned into him, placing the cold steel against his chin. “Let’s talk about the trafficking deals you’ve meandered in behind my back.” His gaze turned sharp immediately, his eyes hardening around the corners. I pressed the blade into his chin, deep enough to draw a thin line of blood. “Who’s the mastermind behind the trafficking?”