Pride Is The Devil Novels & Stories

So, I let that conversation die after a minute of staring at each other. Sin continues. “Heaven was impeccable. The human mind cannot grasp how glorious the heavens are. It is a place where sickness, poverty, and sin is non-existent. But I was the Sin. And because I had chosen a love that was forbidden by God, I knew I would never be accepted among my brothers, so I chose the devil’s side in the fight against God. That led to my downfall.” I listen attentively.

Pride is one of the greatest human sins. The man was almost sure that in front of him was a witch who arrived in the West Bank on the eve of the full moon. However, this was easy to determine. The full moon will rise the day after tomorrow, then it will become clear whether the soul of this innocent-looking girl is pure.

No women. “A devil with no weakness,” she murmured, the words barely louder than the crunch of the apple. Then a memory surfaced: the way he had devoured her the entire night, slow and relentless, as if her body were the only sin worth savoring. Her fingers tightened subconsciously around the book on devils she had just finished reading. Its pages had spoken of their insatiable hunger for untouched souls, pure, unchanging, untouchable. The moment a soul was altered in any way, it slipped forever from their grasp.

"You gave her that money willingly. Last I checked, you were practically celebrating. So happy about this." "Things changed." She changed them. "She's in my territory now, Dmitri. That's all that matters." A beat of silence. Then — "The devil is coming down to hell, gentlemen." His voice dropped away from the phone as he announced it to the room. "Brace yourselves." I ended the call. Good mood. Excellent, in fact. Time to let the beast out.

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."

I grumpily complained and glared at the devil who was looking way too smug for his own good. Eva looked surprised for a second, as if just realising that I was there too. But she soon waved her hands in dismissal. "I know, I know. You're not that important. Now don't disturb us please. We're discussing important matters." And with that, the two devils started talking and giggling once again. Finally, after one complete hour of ignoring me, they decided that I was now worthy of joining in their conversation. I completely ignored the smirking he-devil and focused attention on the sweet she-devil, still trying to not show her that I was offended beyond measures.

They were placed high above, beyond doubt, beyond error, beyond anything that could make them seem less than divine. Devils were called villains. Corrupt. Fallen. Irredeemable. They were cast below, buried under judgment, defined entirely by their mistakes, stripped of anything that might resemble goodness. And so the story was written long before it was ever lived. Perfection was placed on a throne, distant and untouchable, admired but never understood. It was not allowed to bend, not allowed to break, not allowed to feel anything that could threaten its image. Villainy was thrown into the dark, condemned without a voice, without a chance to explain, without the space to become anything mor

The creaking of the giant double doors sent a wave of fear through the chained-up man and gestured that it was a sign for him to stop what he was doing, but the fear quickly morphed into a burning rage. The doors swung open, revealing a man whose body is chiseled to perfection. His dark suit wrapped around his body, his green eyes devoid of emotion as he surveyed the scene. This was Lucien Belucci, the man known as the Devil’s Incarnate, the most infamous name in the mafia world dubbed devil’s incarnate for being cold, merciless, and having no regard for life. “I knew you’d betray me. Bastardo!” the chained-up man snarled in a thick Italian accent, the veins in his neck standing out in rage.

“People call him Devil, no one is born Devil, Life it makes them Devil, No one see the Good in them, No one understand what made them Devil, No one understand every Bad has Good in it, People just need someone to blame for their misery He is both Sun and Moon; he would burn daily to give a better life to his loved one, he stand like a shield in front of them burning the evils around them, He glows not for him but to bring peace in their life, to erase the Darkness around them, He became Devil not for Power, not for blood, Hater is killed with Kindness, Darkness is defeated with Light, He's Devil fighting against all other Devil's safeguarding his loved ones taking all the Darkness inside him

The fool didn't even look, probably too drunk as he caught her, finally stopping her from dancing without a song; holding her waist to him, Siena's smile grew wider as her gaze caught Sebastian's who was looking like the prince of hell in a dark outfit. “Guess who wants a good fuck, Sebastian Harper?" She whispered, making sure he had heard correctly from where he stood, his jaw clenching, his facial muscles feeling like they would become mush from how they stiffened. 'Beautiful Devil.' Siena blew him a light kiss, and that was it; he got to her, pulling the guy away from her, with Sebastian catching him by the neck. “I want every damn breathing thing out.” His voice was low, but his dogs co