Primal Fear Devil の小説・ストーリー

"I've always thought fallen angels are like you and me, the fallen ones, of course, because the angels of light, I believe, are spirits. If the fallen ones are on Earth, why wouldn't they be human like us? Obviously, they have some powers." "You know what, Mark? That's okay, it's just as you say," the teacher cut him off from speaking further, although Mark seemed about to say something else, but then the bell rang. I breathed a sigh of relief. However, as I packed my things into my bag, I kept pondering the same question Mark had asked. Are those demons like us? Thinking about it, I felt my skin crawl. So, I dismissed the thought. As I walked out into the hallway, I bumped into Alessa and K

“You don’t know? Jesus Christ. He’s a fucking monster living among humans. That man’s not normal. He’s dangerous—deadly. You don’t toy with Lucifer Cain.” The buzz-cut guy snorted, still halfway joking. “What, he’s like… mafia or assassin or something?” “His name is one that's not to be mentioned,” the woman said as she placed her legs on the table. “We are fucking cooked.” Valar’s voice trembled with fear and anger. “He could pull down a whole fucking city if he wanted to. That man is the devil himself.” “Sounds like someone from the movies,” buzz cut boy said. Everyone flashed him a look and valar rolled his eyes.

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Ace’s POV A scream pierces through the air, sharp and painful. Any normal person would cringe at the sound or be filled with such fear it would make their knees wobble like a newborn fawn. But I’m not a normal person. Never claimed to be. I’m the fucking devil.

"I could get tired of this and just straight up kill you." This time his words seemed to awaken a primal fear in her as her body visibly trembled. Because she knew. She knew that the person before her could and would do it and at the end, still not suffer any punishment for it. He was called the Devil after all. But the tremble only lasted about 3 seconds. Her determination reaching higher now more than before was reflected within her eyes as she stared at him once more. This finally won him. The person before him wasn't bad anyways, and her aptitude towards Martial arts wasn't that bad.

But Alina’s determined stare left him no choice but to answer. “The ‘Devil’,” he said slowly, “is a man feared by everyone. They say he came straight from the darkest parts of hell, a man with a face as beautiful as Adonis, yet more dangerous than any enemy. His voice is deep and enticing, like an angel’s whisper… but his smile can freeze your heart and make you feel like you’re standing at death’s door.” Alina swallowed hard, curiosity and dread mixing in her chest. “What’s his name?” she asked softly.

As his heart felt the rush and sudden fear that was so strong, that it almost brought him back to the memory lane from his original world and his past where he meets the God that is the real devil. “Ophiuchus.” He whispers, naming the God that they three pledge a servitude off, but then it was just a façade and an utter lie for his part. “WHY DON’T YOU ASK FOR MORE, KYLE? OR SHOULD I SAY----?” With his full and original name being uttered and called out loud and clear, but then he is the only one who can hear and no one else. The fear that he once felt from the past and in time where everything of his world crumbles and he is the only person that survives, found, and offered by the same devi

He was passionate about her but She was afraid of him and his possessiveness. • Description Of The Third Story :- Devil's CRUEL Love [Warning heavy mature and sensitive content and age gap. R18+] "What are you doing here, You duck face?", Devil was approaching her. His steps were slow but threatening. Hie eyes were digging into her soul. Angel shuddered under his hard intense devilish gazes. His deep hazel eyes were staring deeply into her angelic soul. "Are you here for me, huh?", His smirked were making her cringed.

MIA The devil cosplayer left me screaming like a crazy person which I absolutely looked like, but that wasn’t the point. I began to pace as I struggled to find the silver lining. It felt like it wasn’t forthcoming, until I caught a hint of my reflection on the large mirror in the room. Stopping dead in my tracks, my eyes widened as my brain, which was always in survival mode, registered what the devil cosplayer had said. He wanted to sell me to men. That was horrible. The worst thing that could happen to me. Yet I had to pretend it was fine because the first rule of survival was never to reveal one's fear. And my biggest fear was–