I Met The Devil Novels & Stories

It was just a way for him to have control and power over me. But I’m the one with the power here. To get my revenge, I would do anything, I would give anything, and right now, I was selling my soul to the devil. But in this story, there are two devils. One doesn’t just know it yet.

After downing countless glasses of liquor and chatting about random shit, the rest of the day was spent with him asking questions, mostly about what I like and don't. Though I'd have much liked it if he kept quiet, I didn't mind the questions. I can't deny that I felt relaxed for a change, but I wasn't so sure what was more thrilling...the fact that I was on a date or the fact that I was in a date with him.... Who would've thought that this actually isn't so bad?...especially since I'm not here with just anyone...I'm with Kasan; the man people call the devil. • •

I had just sold my soul to the devil.

Mine looks like an uncultured swine is living in it. I set the tray down and glanced at him. He’s still standing by the door, watching me with narrowed eyes. “You’re acting weird,” he said. Of course, I am. Who would want to enter the devil’s den? And you call these things in the tray food for the lion? Oh, dear, I’m a walking dead prey. I laughed nervously. “I’m not acting weird. I just… thought you could use a friend. You’ve been cooped up in here since the party. ”

The world came to a standstill when our lips touched. "Isabella Pari Morretti. I like the sound of that." His words mirrored my words from four years ago. He was surprisingly gentle with the kiss, tugging at my bottom lip a little before letting go. He was grooming me for my days in hell. The Congregation jumped in happiness, cheering loudly. It was official. I was married to the Devil now and no one could save me. As we walked away from the altar, I looked at my parents. While my dad sighed in relief that I didn't ruin his deal, my mother covered her face to hide her tears.

I could imagine how she was probably cursing me right now. Little Red: That's splendid, I will text you the details later. It is just a meet up nothing else. The Devil: I understand your fiance will be mad if he finds out you are on a date with your ex-husband. I teased to push her buttons. Little Red: It isn't a date, just a meet-up. The Devil: Feel free to believe what you want. By the way, if I am to die a hundred times, I will gladly do so as long as you accompany me.

“This is sin. This is disgrace. This is shame!” “Isaac!” my mother said softly, tears already in her eyes. “Please…” He ignored her. His eyes stayed locked on me, sharp and unforgiving. “You went out there, you got corrupted. This is what happens when you leave your family, your church. You let the devil in!” I stood up, trembling but defiant. “It’s not the devil, Dad! It’s me! It’s who I am!” His hand hit the table again, harder this time. “No it’s not!”

Aahva nodded, and he left his room, then returned to the healing room. “What happened when you are in the middle of the road?” “We attacked by a devil in a human form.” “Devil?” "Yes, Abelard stabbed that devil with his sword, but that devil also stabbed him in the stomach.” “And you know, dad? I had to use it.” Aahva took a deep breath as he turned around and rubbed his face a few times. “That’s okay! It’s an emergency.” “And where did you meet that devil?” “About three kilos to the east.”

How was I supposed to get her to join me when I didn’t even want her to be part of this side of the world? “Icarus!” My attention was brought to the devil in charge. His glowing orange eyes glared into me with as much intimidation as he could seep into them. I couldn’t help but scowl back his way, because showing an ounce of compliance is a sure way to get myself killed. They prey on weakness, enjoy it so much it’s almost an aphrodisiac to these demons. “What?!” I snapped back as if this meeting were a mere nuisance to me and not some essential crisis.

The Devil himself. What did he want? After all, he had tricked me into selling what was most important to me that night years ago and had appeared a week after to explain that I was his property now and we wouldn't meet again until he officially came to get me. I was his property, it was inevitable. Belonging to the devil was a secret I had over my head for years now, I couldn't go near any sacred place of worship, I couldn't touch bibles or even hear prayers. Anything religious related activity was forbidden for me, I didn't even like the light. Whenever people asked questions about my strange behavior towards religion, I gave flimsy excuses. The truth was that I had once tried going into t