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He turned his head looking at me before speaking again. "You aren't the one who kissed the devil little one, I am the one who kissed the devil. I am the one who sold his soul to the devil." He said in a tired voice. "Were you in much pain?" I asked, not taking my eyes off him even though tears kept running down my face. "I don't feel pain anymore. I've become numb." He stared at the ceiling again. I stood on my elbow so I could be the one he watched instead of the ceiling.

She ran away and left her alone in the hands of this demon. She looked at Eric who had a devilish smile on his face, then stared down at her stomach. ‘Maybe you were meant to be a mafia after all.’

Just then, Dante and his men happened to pass by and when I saw him, my eyes widened. “Help me.” I blurted out in a weak voice. “He does not care bitch.” the man said with a scoff. All of a sudden, Dante halted and so did his men, the two guards by his side. Then he walked up to the man and grabbed him by the hair, smashing his face into the wall. By the time the man's head was brought up, his face was bleeding. He received a punch to his face and another smash to the wall before being thrown to the ground like a mere object.

His words only made Nora run faster as she cried invisible tears. God! Why couldn’t she just stop getting herself into trouble with the devil? The end…

the man spoke placing his hand on the hip as he directed his words at Dylan Parker who stood there with his eyes wide open. "No wonder he's called Hades" Those comments and whispers made the man smirk in victory. Amara just kept staring at the sudden arrival of the man dressed in clothes which were smeared with blood all over. Even though she's too shocked to watch the scene in front of her, she didn't fail to note the name of the devil who's still smirking with a gun in his hand. HADES OF THE MAFIA WORLD, DAMIAN KNIGHT!

Before this wolf in sheep’s clothing could have taken any take further action against me for slapping him, I started crying as loudly as I could just like a kid. “Waewwwwww…” Devil Blake’s smirk changed into a confused look. “Why the hell are you crying? I was the one who was slapped.” I increased my sobbing after hearing him. If I will not irritate you, will you let me go? No, you won’t. That’s why I will let you say to yourself that you don’t want a stupid assistant like me. “Hey stop crying before I do something bad.” Devil Blake’s voice sounded like he was getting very irritated. Yes, this is what I have to do.

He believed there is no such Angel for Devil There's no such LOVE where Devil is smitten He turned into Devil was not in search of an Angel Never in his life he thought he would found it one Not definitely in his world where only Devil's reside Not definitely under moon where breeze blew kisses Baby I Wanna tell you a story Sorry if I bore you with mine It's a story of a Devil and his Angel She's everything which he's not He's sin where she's boon Ho baby tell me what was his fault He was child with castles of dreams, a happy go child who wanted a life which he could call it Peace Ho baby tell me what was his fault the world made him Devil He stayed far watching her smile, She was his word,

BYE. BYE. I_pooped OH BOY, YOU ARE DEAD, MAN. Will_the_devil UH, FIRST MAKE YOUR MIND...BOY OR MAN? I_pooped -_- NONE OF THE ABOVE I CHOOSE ASSHAT! Will_the_devil FIRST YOU CHOSE 'NONE OF THE ABOVE' THEN, YOU CHOSE 'ASSHAT'... YOU NEED TO DECIDE WHAT YOU WANT. I_pooped OH, I ALREADY HAVE. I WANT YOU DEAD! RUN FOR YOUR LIFE, WILLY. Will_the_devil DAMN!

"What are you saying?" "I've made all efforts to reconcile and plead with you to at least hear my side but none of it is working. I am a lap dog here in Deira, not a prince. I thought you understood that. Should I have killed myself instead of ruining Angbotain? If you were in my position, what would you do? Ask yourself that." "Adrian," she called. "No," he said. "Please, call me devil, demon, monster or whatever name you feel like if that will help you release your grudges."

They were aligning frequency and waiting. “They’re confident,” I said. “They’re theatrical,” Dominic corrected. “Different flaw.” “Do we answer?” “We do,” he said. “Together.” The projection formed, unlike the Crownbreaker silhouette, this one showed a face. Mid-forties. Serene expression. Medical calm. The kind that makes people confess things they didn’t plan to say. “Dominic Voss,” the woman said warmly. “And Elara Quinn. I appreciate the simultaneous audience.” “You purchased stolen pathway metadata,” Dominic replied. No greeting. No cushioning.