Len Servant Of Evil Novels & Stories

Now, his pulse beat steadily against my wrist, a rhythm I knew better than my own. I shaved his jaw, his neck, the tricky spot under his nose. Our eyes met in the mirror. The fever had burned away some of the arrogance in his gray eyes, leaving something harder, cleaner underneath. "Why are you doing this, Vivian?" he asked quietly. "You could take the Ledger to the FBI. You could disappear. Why walk back into the fire with me?" I rinsed the razor. I dried his face with a paper towel. "Because I sold my soul to the Devil," I whispered, leaning down until our foreheads touched. "And I don't break my contracts."

“He looks so much better by your side than mine. Not to mention I noticed his eyes on you, sister.” Mia shook her head. Her sister was reading things incorrectly. He was not looking at Mia with romantic eyes, rather, with malice because he was the Devil and she, Mia Chapman, owed him. “Lily, you're wrong. He asked for you and I must say he was a little annoyed that I showed up alone.” Lily frowned. “Did he complain rudely?” she asked calmly and Mia realized that maybe she had made a mistake. She couldn't influence Lily in any way or she would be in trouble with the Devil.

Yes, today should finally be a day that runs smoothly. ~~~~~ -LUCIFER- “Please, my King! Have mercy!” The demon servant begged on his knees before me. As it turns out, I’ll be killing two birds with one stone in this trip to the Citadel of Sorrows. The traitor in my palace and the demon cunt that sees herself fit to be a queen...what a laugh. “I don’t understand the lack of loyalty from you.” I say looking down at the servant in disgust. “You were compensated well for your work, your family taken care of and yet you still betray me and my Queen...for what?”

It was the young servant who had served us wine in the command tent yesterday. I tried to walk past him, but he stepped into the centre of the hall, bowing low. "Alpha Vane," the servant said, his voice hesitant. "Forgive my intrusion... but what will happen to Lieutenant Serviag? Is he really going to be executed?" I stopped, looking down at him with a glare. "He betrayed this pack. I am going to have his head cut off and spiked on the main gate before sunset." The servant flinched, his eyes darting back and forth nervously.

They leech on innocence and other attributes of humanity and pollute a well-maintained system. But in the line of lost demons, in the shades of hopelessness, sometimes a person dangerous than the lurking Evil rise. The person whose heart has been ripped out and the soul is cracked, emerges from the flames. Oh, it’s not the phoenix that lights up to ward away the Evil and its parasites. He is born to become the real ringmaster. Such a person only gives up to show the Evil their most vulnerable side while hiding the dagger of vengeance laced with destruction in cover. When the right time comes, this person strikes successfully, dethroning the Evil and takes its place, becoming the ultimate dev

I demanded, pointing a finger at his chest. I wasn’t afraid. He was just a random obstacle in my way. I should have been deep in the woods by now, searching for Ethan, but this stranger was pinning me in place. He reached into his pocket. I thought he was reaching for a wallet, but he flipped open an identification card. My eyes scanned the text, and my stomach did a somersault when I realized who he was. He offered a smug, knowing grin. “I am Allen Aliev Ardolf, Sergeant of the Army Forces. My job is to keep this sector and its citizens secure. What you’re trying to do is illegal. Can’t you see the police tape? This area is under active investigation.”

He wasn't acting like the father who became my role model and aspiration. He was acting like a totally different person. "Eva isn't an escort and she won't serve for anyone's fantasy purposes, I won't allow it!" I yelled and slammed my hand on the table. "Does it matter if she's an escort or not?, at the end of the day she remains a servant that obeys the commands of her master" Alpha Seth muttered with such calmness that highly irritated me. "I couldn't agree more with Alpha Seth," Serena added but that earned her a deadly glare from me.

(Days ago...) A day after Larry's party, Mark, the man who worked for Leonel, had an order, and he was sure it would be easy to execute. However, there was always a great risk of everything going wrong. Leonel Vos' closest and most trusted team had worked closely with Gael Cliff's men as if every one of them had been on the payroll of the same company. But those who were truly loyal to the businessman and former intelligence officer had a life incentive: to put an end to the mafias and powers led by the Cliffs, especially the son, Gael. They turned out to be few police officers in Vos' favor, those that even he trained (in the beginning) for the benefit of his enemy.

She found him kneeling in the ash, his eyes clouded and useless, his hands bloody but open. “I have come to serve,” he said, voice shaking. Seren knelt, her hand gentle on his shoulder. “You were hers,” she said, meaning Sirelia. He shook his head. “I was her mirror. But now I serve flame. Not fire. There’s a difference.” “You’re blind,” Seren said softly. He smiled, turning toward the warmth of her voice. “You’re not.” A hush settled between them, thick with things unspoken. “You’ll be called traitor,” Seren warned.

The skinny man facing them cackled ominously. This man was known as Rat Servant, one of the 12 servants nurtured by the Trio Alliance Island in Wyverna. After Tiger Servant, he was another who had reached the formidable semi-Empyrean level. Facing a semi-Empyrean, the four Dukes of War struggled, barely holding their ground and on the brink of being overwhelmed. The difference between a Duke of War and a semi-Empyrean was a narrow gap in rank but a vast chasm in power.