Infernal Devices Novels & Stories

Before it could touch a single hair on her head, I caught it by the throat, and with a single brutal twist of my wrist, I snapped its neck, throwing its lifeless body into the dirt like trash. "Stay behind me!" I roared over the chaos to Seraphina. Suddenly, Commander Vane pulled a small, sleek black device from his vest. He didn't look worried, instead he looked bored. He pressed a heavy red button on the side. SCREEEEEEEEECH! The world exploded into pure agony. The high-frequency shriek tore was deafening, a piercing, blinding pitch that rattled the fillings in my teeth and felt like a spike was being driven directly into my skull.

Another wave of Emberflame pressed forward, and the western barrier arc on the projection thinned at its seam, the ward geometry straining like bone under too much weight. A commander swallowed. “My lord, the vanguard is—” “I can see it,” Apollo replied, quietly, and his Devilfire tightened under his skin like a fist. He could see it all. The black-glass ground cracked and smoked where Emberfire struck it. Infernal beasts barrelled through the gaps, horned and plated, their claws throwing up shards of vitrified stone that glittered briefly before turning to ash. Winged devils fell from the sky, trailing red blood that steamed when it hit the ground. Lesser hellspawn burst apart under Embersp

This is the dungeon, it was built by Diego’s father, Raphael Fernandez but modified by Diego, the Devil. It used to have just a bared Steel exit with tiny slits but now the steel bar contains motion sensor that shoot up electric currents upon touch so the thought of escaping might be dangerous. I can hardly move without touching those steel bars and getting electrocuted. I stayed in one position, I did not have a choice, I have to survive this somehow.

Maybe start planning my next escape for real this time. And then—he did something that caught me off guard. Ronan Blackwood, the Devil himself, squatted in front of me. Not stood. Not loomed. Squatted. Eye level. Holding two glasses of wine in his large hands. “What’s the problem?” he asked, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it. I looked away. “I’m fine,” I muttered.

Raphael half-joked. "I know what you mean," I said plainly. "Auzzy," Raphael announced, "how nice of you to come back so soon." Archangel Azrael, the collector of souls for Father— God's helper, appeared onto us. "This could have been precluded." He lifted his red shroud, letting soul particles escape into Raphael's mortar. He then gave Raphael his palm to incise, quickly and painlessly letting his blood drop into the mortar. "I won't do this again," he stated. "No matter how much Father loves us. There has to be some order, brother."

Rumble… That was when a gigantic eye opened on the jet-black wall behind her. The pupil was encircled with green specks, and as it moved, a voice that seemed to speak from the infinite universe itself asked, "Your Eminence… Is Caleb Crawford really possessed by the Coffin of the Gods?" The world around the woman shattered as the Great Eye finished, revealing the infinite universe.

[The Ossuary] They reached a circular chamber. The walls were lined with skulls from floor to ceiling. Thousands of them. In the center of the room stood a massive device. It looked like a church organ made of brass and crystal. But instead of pipes, it had tuning forks. Giant, metal forks designed to resonate. The Nullifier. "It's a sonic weapon," Braun realized, running his hand over the brass gears. "Resonance frequency. If you hit the right note, you can shatter glass. Or... shatter a crystal meteorite."

The metal fingers began to squeeze. "Inferior model," Chen buzzed. "Organic components. Emotional vulnerabilities. The Council was right to move beyond flesh." It pulled something from its chest—a small device, blinking with red lights. "But don't worry. You'll be upgraded too. Eventually. Once the organic components have been... removed." It pressed the button. Valerius screamed.

The appearance of the Elder Wolves turned the morning into a funeral. These were not living creatures; they were the "Divine Relics" of the Council’s ultimate authority—monstrosities of clockwork and celestial fire, designed to hunt the Star-Born into extinction. The mechanical beasts landed on the slopes of the Silver Peaks, each impact creating an earthquake that shook the foundations of the Blackwood Keep. Their furnace-eyes scanned the courtyard, locking onto the violet aura of the Obsidian Vanguard and the gold-and-sapphire glow of Kaelen.

"An engineer. The revenant who quotes statutes and poisons wells she didn't touch. What exactly are you engineering?" "Communication." I sat beside him, reached for the device, felt the weight of it in my hands. The casing was wrong - too heavy for modern electronics, too light for magical artifacts. The particular in-between of something that was becoming rather than being. "The gods moves pieces. The Fates accelerates timelines. The Council watches and waits for me to stumble. I need to know what they're planning before they plan it." I turned the device over. The screen was dark, unresponsive, the particular blankness of something waiting for the spark that would make it alive.