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He had risen from his chair, anger written all over his face, with hatred visible in his eyes as he glared at me. I had thought the devil was in hell. I thought the evil ones were the vampires and demons, but that was a not true. The alpha standing in front of me now is the real devil, and it hurts so much that he kept it all hidden. I had met a vampire who was never like what I was made to believe they were.

He just stared at me, evaluating me like prey. The silence pulled tight between us, charged and thick. For twenty years, I had been taught that the devil walked the earth as an ugly, deceptive spirit, but looking at him, I realized the church had lied. The devil was beautiful. He was sitting right in front of me, wrapped in a bespoke black suit, exuding an authority that made the massive parlor feel incredibly small.

"Don't shoot." The room fell silent. His men stared. "...Boss?" Lorenzo opened his eyes again. This time, there was something dangerous in them. Not anger. Not mercy. Something neither he nor his men could name. "Bring him to me." Every man in the room understood the order. Kai Bennett was no longer just a witness. He had become someone the Devil wanted alive. And in Lorenzo De Luca's world... Being wanted by the Devil was often more terrifying than being marked for death.

Hope whines and then we’re moving fast and our feet are finding the ground again. The devil takes a couple steps back, then slowly and carefully falls to one knee. If I were in my human form I might laugh without being able to control it, a nervous trait. The sight of this male who could probably breathe fire from his mouth and gut this forest and everything in it in minutes… Goddess if all those assholes at school could see me now. A massive, real life devil, the literal largest of life killers that ever walked the earth… kneeling before ME.

Before he was captured, he was known as a homicidal maniac. He boasted that he had walked in purgatory on earth, seen all kinds of cruelty in the world, and was proud to be imprisoned in Area A. But at this moment, he was so scared that he didn't even dare to say a word. It wasn't until he met Samuel that he realized that his demonic image was nothing but a joke. What was a devil? Only the person standing in front of him could be called a real devil. Except for him, the rest had all died in an extremely twisted posture.

The man informed to his boss right on the time. The man on the other side just let out a chuckle which didn't fail to give chills to the people beside him. It was scary, his laugh! It was more scary than a viper. No wonder they call him HADES!, The Devil. "Hmm, she's missing? Right when I'm finding her, Interesting! Very interesting!" his smirk widened as he leaned against his chair majestically after hanging up the phone. "Please, Spare me. I'm sorry I wouldn't try to spy on you again. I wouldn't even live in this country anymore. Please I beg you."

“Someone who forgot I don’t play nice.” “What the hell is this place?” He finally turned his head. “A front. They sell cars on paper, but that’s not what’s really happening here.” “And what’s really happening?” “Debt. Power. Trades.” My chest tightened. “People?” “Sometimes.” I stared at him, trying to read between the calmness on his face. He didn’t look proud of it. But he wasn’t ashamed either. “I don’t want to be part of this,” I said quietly.

So, still looking at us, he recited: "I looked into the eyes of the devil, dear God. And he felt more for me than you in my entire miserable life. "His fingers slid smoothly, touching the lower notes, and his eyes remained exclusively on me, as he added: "So, dear God, if there is one thing I don't believe in, it's you.”

Ava. The devil is real. And he is not a little red man with horns and a fork for a tongue. No, he can be beautiful. A fact I think most people forget. Nikolai was the devil in this scenario, and much like the actual devil, he was the ruler of my personal version of hell. He consumes my thoughts as l lay in bed, tangled in the sheets, our conversation from hours ago - if you could consider it that- replay in my mind. My thoughts drift back to his request in his office and I feel a knot tighten in my stomach at the memory.

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.