My Encounter With Evil Novels & Stories

A coin on the ground emitted a dazzling golden light, directly hitting the Evil Devil. The Evil Devil let out a scream of madness. In the blink of an eye, the soul scattered. Cadell Marcus looked at the Evil Devil who willingly scattered his soul and refused to answer his question, and the doubts in his heart became even deeper. Just now, that Evil Devil seemed to be avoiding something. What exactly was it that made it so afraid? Cadell Marcus didn't think of it, but in his heart he felt a little uncomfortable.

"You got away last time, but we won't fall for it this time!" He gave the guy behind Nathan a look, and Nathan's scream soon shattered the silence. His head was pinned to the ground, his gaze fixed on me. Then, Nathan began to struggle violently. I took the arm of the person beside me and turned away. "What's wrong?" "Nothing, I just saw some trash." Ungrateful people should always pay a price.

I couldn’t really hate her for always seeing the best in people, for wanting to believe that goodness could bloom in the dark and that even without the light to show us the right path, we could always believe the tug of our hearts. Because somehow, for some reason, it always led one in the right direction. "Santo cielo! Se non è Lizzy Jones," I heard a man laugh. [Holy cow! If it isn't the Lizzy Jones] Blinking back to the real world, I realized I was no longer walking and was instead standing in the centre of a long and deserted corridor, save for me and a young man who seemed to be having the best time of his life. A young man that I had never seen.

"I will." I finish rinsing the stench of whiskey from my body and step out of the shower, wrapping my hair up in a towel. I slide into my robe, tying it tightly around my body. Leaning against the sink, I stare at myself in the mirror, my head still spinning from the events in the office. The encounter with Mr. Harris replays in my mind. I've worked with hostile clients before, it's always been a part of the job, but this was different. This time I was actually scared.

"Your essence? I thought you wanted your son to live?" "He has already been released!" The voice held a sinister laugh behind his words. "Katherine, don't be a fool. This is pure evil that wants to destroy our world." Elizabeth tried to beg me to do what she saw as the right path. The world isn't simply divided into good and bad or right and wrong, though. Evil, as we perceive it, is merely the absence of good, much like darkness is the absence of light. Within me, there exists no inherent goodness, light, or kindness, only a drive for self-preservation and a thirst for power to ensure that no one ever stands in my path again.

It was loud, filthy, and everything sinful. I didn't know one could cum from just spanking until I met him. Dormani Nostra was everything dark and evil. His signature smile made me want to gut him whenever he was near. Last night had been both a nightmare and a dream- a dark fantasy dream, one that had manifested right in front of me., without my consent, of course. (But I loved every bit of it. Was that possible? Or was I experiencing some syndrome with a man I had just met a few weeks ago?)

We continued to search for a way out until we reached an exit where the door was closed. June signaled me to open the door because we could hear movement inside, indicating someone was there. Carefully, I opened the door, and we came face to face with a young man. He had brown eyes and black hair, and as we entered, an evil smirk crossed his face. Without anyone having to tell me, I knew he was Lucifer. I let out a heavy sigh. Finally, I had encountered the devil himself, the wicked, selfish, and evil being who had torn my mother apart, sent demons to destroy cities, and killed innocent children with bright futures.

He added, all of a sudden, he gasped as he had seen a ghost. “What is it?” I snapped, worried to bits at the sudden gasp…was it terminal? If I had to search the world, make deals with the very devils of this world just to get a cure for her, I swear I would. As a soldier for The Creed, there was one thing I learned Very early on, true evil lies in the heart of man.

“My question is this; what payment did the white bull ask for?” I didn’t need him telling me that I was lucky to be alive. I was there, trapped in that room with a creature that devoured all light. I never considered myself wholly good or evil, but a shade of grey like anyone else. It took meeting the white bull to realize that I didn’t know what true evil was, that I had never been grey. I had been a part of the light, innocent to things such as deep and unfathomable as pure evil. “Blood, it wanted my blood. All of it.” I rasped, trying and failing to swallow down that fear.

When he had mastered his mirth, he at last spoke. "We're no more evil than any other race. There are good and bad among us. The good can be very good. The bad...exceptionally so. But it's not our natures to be either. We only seem so evil because we have the power to wreak such havoc on you poor humans. I, myself, haven't done anything more evil than filch a sheep or two from an unsuspecting shepherd in many a long age." "Um, you did show up to eat me."