Romans & histoires Pride Is The Devil

I have to be strong and help Oliver. Once I will successfully save him and send him away from this devil, then I will go back to the devil and surrender myself to him. Maybe, I am fated to be a devil, maybe God hasn’t written a prince for my fairytale but a devil. I smiled bitterly, the thought of becoming a devil is heart-chilling but I am willing to do this because I know that, that devil loves me a lot and he would never harm me ever, and it feels like he is really my one and only.

“Then I reverse the transfer. And I make a phone call to those gentlemen searching for your father. Have you any idea what happens to the daughters of men who do not pay their debts?” I stared at him in horror. He was blackmailing me, using my family’s safety to manipulate me. The charming young man had become the very essence of the Devil. “Why?” I asked. “Why marry me? Why marry a woman you hate? How can you marry a woman you said you would never love?” Luca placed his drink down and moved towards me. He stopped right in front of me and lifted my hand so that he could examine the ring which I was now forced to wear.

Till he was just the breathing silhouette Sebastian had seen. Sebastian knows because he had felt the same. The day of Sarah’s death, he had felt a rage higher than a tower. He lost consciousness of every sense of morality that he had even pulled his gun scaring the kids that stood just where his daughter had left. He recalled the feeling of emptiness when he held lifeless Sarah on the ground, such that he had even wished a truce with the devil. If only it worked that way. So when Sebastian laid his eyes on the man, he knew exactly how he felt. A broken father.

I murmured, twisting harder, smiling, “Sing for me, Father. Sing for your sins.” I grinned wider, enjoying the spectacle, the delicious irony of a priest, a supposed man of God, trembling before a man like me—a devil incarnate. I crouched down and faced him, “If it makes you feel any better, I promise I’ll pray for your soul. After all, I hear the Devil loves a good sinner.”

No one dares challenge the devils above the flaming plane. Demons have always been seen as vile, repulsive creatures—despicable scum. But contrary to belief, not all demons are the monsters they're painted to be. I am a Prince of Hell, or at least I was meant to be. I walked away from that title, refusing to torture the damned souls of Hell. Ironic, isn't it? The so-called "good" crave my blood, while the "evil" demand justice for the sins of humanity. Zeus himself claims it's all in the name of balance. I see it for what it is—hypocrisy.

“But I wanted to. God, Dev, I wanted to mark her skin so I could watch her bleed.” His confession left me speechless, that and the feeling of his shaft jerking against my stomach. Obsidian was turned on by just imagining hurting her. A sadist. I knew what it meant. It was a word that some of the pride members used to describe the doctors at the facility. It was a word I never thought would ever be associated with Obsidian, despite his past. “Say something.” I opened my eyes and blinked up at him. There were a lot of things I wanted to say. The pride had chosen me as their leader, which meant that it was my duty to eliminate every possible threat.

there was a strange guilt in his tone. A deep silence prevailed once again. The only noise that was heard was the IV drips and machine beeps. “Don’t sinners get a chance?” The profound yearning for forgiveness was clear in his voice, as the sky after a storm. “You are no sinner. You are the devil. You said it yourself,” she reminded him of the things he told her. “Devil is the most vulnerable entity in the supernatural world. Yet somehow, the world ignored the sinner that needed prayers the most,” his logic was agreeable, but she was no saint to forgive him—pregnant silence spread between the two.

Everything in my life is splendid, the devil is no more Am now in ss1, and yes am still crushing on Oliver I couldn't make my move cause he dating Amina A girl in our class, but I have hope I know things will be fine As long as the devil is no more, our new house is splendid Four rooms apartment, I always describe it as cute Am also super close with dad, but I just hate it when he brings up the devil And in dads eyes, that devil is an angel

He gets up from his throne and the whole crowd drop to their knees, including Kayola. “As much as you all fear me, and know what I am capable of, some of you still disobey my orders; some of you still dare me!” He pauses and looks at the servants kneeling right in front of him, facing each other. “These bastards were caught having sexual relations, and you all know that I do not tolerate homosexuality. Therefore, I am going to make sure they pay with their lives” At this point, the whole crowd begins to cry and plead for mercy. They ask Devilio to please spare the lives of the culprits. One of them starts to pee on his body, while the other looks at him with love and pain, all in one mix.

“Born a human, with sin and light. Awakened as an angel by Amon. You can truly be proud. Your body accepts it. You were never clean, don't forget that. Didn't you tell me yourself that you agree with my theory? That people have both? Then why don't you accept it with yourself? " Godric sighed deeply, knowing how right his counterpart was. He was never clean. Godric closed his eyes and shuddered as the hand rested over his heart. Only briefly and not from fear or rejection. Just because his hand was comfortably warm and it seemed to warm Godric in some way. Godric put his hand on the devil's, looked him in the eye. “I haven't forgotten what I said and it's true. Everyone has both sides within