Punishment Devil Novels & Stories

“You know I could make all this go away. I can make the charges disappear, but I’m going to need something from you first.” I knew what it was before he even said it. “Sign the papers,” he leaned down to tuck a strand of hair from my face while maintaining eye contact with me. “And then disappear from my life, forever.” He said it with so much certainty that I felt like he had driven a stake clean through my heart, impaling me with his words. I blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of it all before it finally settled in my head. Curtis Blackwood was the fucking devil.

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.

I already informed my guards to be alert around her and to not let her out of their sight. Any one who fails or defiles me, would face grim consequences. They do not call me the devil for no reason. My head turned to the peaceful, sleepy Lucia, and I shook my head. How could she sleep so peacefully in this situation? One minute she was all over the place, kicking and cursing at me for taking her away from her weakling of a boyfriend, who has been cheating on her, the next she is sleeping peacefully like she has no care in the world.

"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.

"I keep my eyes on those I trust the most. Now tell me, where is the pen drive?" “I don't have the pen drive,” gasped the man, struggling to breathe. David sneered. “Oh, really? You're not very convincing, Parker.” With a swift motion, he punched the man in the face, causing blood to gush from his nose. Parker winced. “I swear, I don't have it,” he pleaded. David's eyes blazed with fury. “You think you can lie to me? I'm the Devil. Tell me where it is.”

"But instead, she saw a weakling." "I'm not weak," now Devin is becoming intimate. "Being weak means, you ain't got shit." "Look where it got you for your ignorance," I return a menacing grin at him and cross my arms. "You got caught and sentenced to life in prison with no parole. You may have grown up with Odin, and he has done his share of sins. But he had made his amends by doing things good and charitable." "Good and charitable? Ha!" Devin laugh. "I know of his good deeds. It's rare for a man with a killer's blood to be a saint."

The devil spoke with a mocking tone, "My beautiful visitors, I think you were dying to see me. Now I’m here, but I was in the middle of something. I suppose I’ll have to finish it in front of you." With that, the devil lifted the barely conscious woman, preparing to deliver a fatal blow. Zack sprang into action, using all the strength he could muster to punch the devil. At the same time, Petra threw a knife-like device at the devil’s arm. This device, crafted by the Angels of the Burning Sun’s science tech team, had the power to break bones in ordinary humans. However, it only managed to scratch the devil slightly, though it was enough to make him release the woman.

For instance, when a human got into a car accident for reckless driving due to a drunk drive and so on, the accident itself was a form of punishment from the Punisher because they disobeyed the safety rules that were already set to keep them safe. A Punisher's punishment came in various forms. The easiest punishment by far was death, but a Punisher preferred to exert pain on the one who was being punished. They had to make sure the one punished must regret doing a bad deed and promised not to repeat the same mistake, and to remind others not to do the same. As for punishing an exiled God, the forms of punishment were continuous and hellish. No naked eyes could see when a Punisher commenced t

Lily was adamant on her decision. “Miss Evan you cannot be stubborn for this,” Evander sternly asserted when Mark stopped him. “Stop!” Everyone looked at him as he walked towards them. Stopping right in front of Evander Mark said, “I will take a mover severe punishment for saving a human. There is a law in Devil pact if a Devil can take the punishment for Human then it is acceptable.”

“I’ll punish you if you do.” Freya raised a brow. “Oh? I’m curious to know how you’ll punish me.” “Don’t push me,” he warned, arms crossed. Inner Devil 1: ‘Freya, I’ve seen what happens to whipped men. Trust me—his punishments come with moaning and wall support. It’s worth being a little bad.’ Inner Devil 2: ‘Yup, push his buttons, girl. If you play your cards right, something’s gonna be pushed into you tonight too.’