Picture Of The Real Devil の小説・ストーリー

What made me quite surprised was his head and height. The devil in my imagination is an all-red or fiery figure with a shaved head and two small horns, and a huge and very tall man. However, this devil in front of me is not bald, but has long hair like genderuwo hair in usual. Even though he was still what I imagined, that is, he was blazing, but he was neither very tall nor very large. The devil's height and body size are roughly the same as basketball players. Reksa the devil tried to approach me one step, two steps; but that much I took a step back. There was a fear that I was holding on to and a feeling that I should not get anywhere near this one creature.

So enjoy each and every moment instead of stressing yourself out. See you soon. (DEVIL) Who on the earth is this person? Devil. That means it's a male person. But who can it be?

And I knew it would not hesitate to use that on me. It was then we arrived in front of this figure which sat on a black throne. He appeared beautiful unlike his demons and looked like an angel of light but with black charcoal wings. ‘’Bow to master.’’ The demon creature then said pushing me roughly to the ground. It was then I realized that the figure sitting on the black throne was actually the Devil! But how the hell could he appear so beautiful as I had expected him to look ugly on the outside just like he was on the inside?

But somehow, I always pictured a balding old man with a pot belly caused by the cheap whiskey he drowns himself in every night. But I couldn’t be more wrong. The devil isn’t horned or hideous. He’s tall, sculpted, and terrifyingly beautiful. Power clings to him like a second skin beneath the flawless cut of his suit. His face is sharp, symmetrical and too perfect to belong to someone mortal, too perfect for the blood he spills, too perfect for the cruelty he yields, and his icy blue eyes can bring even the bravest man to his knees. A cold prickling sensation erupts over my entire body like a thousand tiny needles stabbing my skin

“Ancient devil?” “Absolutely, they are the devil race that already exists even when the first man is exist on this earth.” Abelard pupils enlarge. The dimness in his eyes started to light up. His heart beat faster. For a moment, he looks at Aimer and turns his gaze back to Aahva. His face looked warmer than before, which looked dark and cold. "Continue, tell me evertything!”

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.

he murmured against her lips, his fingers brushing the slick evidence of her arousal. Tessa’s cheeks burned, shame and desire battling within her. What was wrong with her? She didn’t know. She didn’t care. All she knew was that she wanted him—wanted him to ruin her, to make her forget every ounce of control she thought she had. Her plan was simple—seduce the devil. But as his lips trailed down her neck, his teeth grazing her sensitive skin, a dark realization crept in. The devil was already in control. As his lips moved against hers, his hand slid lower, teasing the sensitive skin between her thighs. A single tap against her clit sent a violent shudder through her, her breath hitching as a j

My breath caught in my throat, and for a moment, I was paralysed. This time, I was sure as hell that it wasn't a hallucination… It was never a hallucination. It was all real, and the devil was indeed standing in front of me, with a killer smile on her face.

Sliver pov {the devil rules} I shoulf have been terrified enough to run away like before, instead I couldn’t move. The man near the alter watched me in complete silence, his unreadable expression as rain fell hard on the church scared windows behind us. My instinct screamed danger, bloody not because he screamed at me or threatened me but because he looked like someone who would never do so. I suddenly felt pain in my throat. “i-I’m so sorry” I whispered quietly. “ I was just desperately looking for somewhere to hide”

When he opened them again, they gleamed with something feral. “Tasty.” He purred, his grin widening, a grotesque display of satisfaction. Then, he turned those wicked eyes on me, waggling his eyebrows in mock invitation. “Care to join?” I could barely breathe. My pulse pounded in my ears, my hands trembled at my sides. The air between us was suffocating, thick with death and madness. “Don't you call me the devil. Do you know how cruel the devil is? Nevermind, you can't know that. Now… I will show you what the real devil looks like.” He chuckled.