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The baby stirred, a calm, steady pulse. Aunt Dee watched quietly from a distance, understanding settling into her expression. The ancestors’ voices echoed one last time through the realm: “The devil’s greatest act of defiance is not destruction— It is devotion.” Far away, the hunters drew closer. But for the first time since the prophecy began, Malik knew exactly where he stood. And he would not move.

His voice drops into a dark, lethal tone that carries to every single corner of the silent chapel. "You know what they say, Pierre… the devil always comes to collect..."

“Of course he does. The Devil always does.” He blinked at her, unsure if she was joking. She leaned in slightly, adjusting the collar near his neck as she whispered, “Listen to me, cher garçon. The Devil cannot be understood, nor can he be coerced. You may think he loves, you may think he destroys, but really, it is all the same to him. It is all just… instinct.” Her eyes flicked toward Kain, who was now idly folding a page from one of his documents into neat, exact creases. “Keep your guard, mon ange. Always. You will be fine if you remember that.”

Elvis felt confused. What devil king? Who is the devil king? Are these characters from an animated series? Elvis's mind immediately conjured up the green face of Piccolo, and he quickly explained, "I wasn't with the devil king! I was with you!" Owen skeptically glanced at him and said, "I don't believe you!" Elvis, "Really! I swear."

"Just make sure you actually read it." "I will," I said, forcing a smile and lightly tugging him closer by the waist. He leaned into me easily, resting his forehead against my chest with a soft sigh. Holding him felt so natural now that it terrified me. Later that evening, after Nathan left to grab a change of clothes from his apartment, I stood in the corner of my bedroom, holding a tiny, black recording device. It was a hidden camera I’d bought online a week ago. The original plan was simple.

Wolves collided with the shadows of those wings, thrown across the room as blood and instant death erupted. Vivica froze, eyes wide, her chest rising as she watched the devil himself descend upon them. The dark blue aura surrounding him pressed against her burning skin, sending a thrill along her heated skin, and desire, through her. All the rumors about him turned out to be true. He was the Devil. The real Devil. Finn stepped forward deliberately, each movement slow, lethal, deliberate. He stopped just in front of her, the room now deathly silent except for the beat of her pulsing heat.

It felt like a millenia had passed, yet it also felt like no time had passed at all. His soul was trembling with each passing second, as if it knew by instinct that something formidable was approaching. Or maybe, it was him coming closer to that being, like a fish being reeled in. He had no idea who or what it was, but it carried a level of suffocation and pressure that no human or beast could ever emit. It was an existence close to an evil god...or to be more precise, a devil. Deep terror seized his heart as two red wisps appeared in front of him.

If the devil herself was shaken, and her minions looked like death, what the fuck was he a mere mortal going to do with the facts? Cass walked in a half hour later, showered, dressed in a pair of jeans, a white button-up shirt, the sleeves rolled up, and looking way better than when she'd left him. "I'm sorry I left the way I did." "No problem, just tell me what the fuck is going on." "Pedro, do you have the names?" "Yes, the bastards went to a bar and bragged about what they did. One of ours was there and contacted me. Too easy if you tell me, I think they were told to be caught, force you into action."

I'm not that little boy who would put his family name to shame for a woman. especially with the devil's daughter.

That’s how I knew he had been watching me for a while. “Have you ever considered becoming a bartender? Because you my dear is a woman of many talents.” He added with a wink and he took a sip of his drink. Relief coursed through me as I poured myself another drink. I was tired, maybe i needed an energy refuel. “Come here butterfly.” He called in a low voice that suggested there was more to what he was offering. Like a good girl, I dropped my glass and moved towards him slowly. “I’ve missed you so much, butterfly” he murmured before pressing his lips against mine and pressing me against the stand. We kissed for a while before his hands made it to my legs and he hoisted me up, that way my legs