Punishment Devil Novels & Stories

However, he had just taken in too much from the power of Heavenly Punishment, and now his ability was falling short of his wishes. "Block them!" In an instant, a few hundred people came out again, they summoned their golden flying swords and slashed at the feet of the devil ride. The devil ride soared and suddenly spewed a black devil flame from its mouth. Those who came in contact with the devil flame were burned to charcoal before they could even scream. The few wardens behind watched in shock as they said, "This devil ride is a fourth-order beast soul..." The warden in purple said: "We can't allow this devil to escape today, or there'll be endless troubles. I will chase after him, you lot

"Much mayhem you've caused the West, Devil, that you've destroyed organizations and laid waste to strongholds while also killing hundreds of Western warriors. For these transgressions, you must die. And thus, here I am to exact judgment upon you in the name of the Sun God." Chu Xun merely stared at Orlov calmly with a cynical grin breaking upon his lips. "And you intend to 'exact judgment' by bringing only these paltry lot?" Orlov giggled smugly. "I am aware of your incredible powers and quaint skills, Devil, which have even helped you escape the wrath of the Pope. But understand this. You might be powerful, but that doesn't make you invincible." "At least I am. To you lot," Chu Xun responde

"Stop all drug supply to Mikequel Christoper! And return double the money received from him." "Yes, sir." Devon switched off the phone unilaterally. He looked down at his right hand, blood still clinging to his palm. He slapped the face of a young woman he would trust as his bottom. "I bet she's more brutal than Alaric's son and daughter," Devon thought. *****

"Paschar had committed a grave sin by killing an innocent child. Azazel had done many wrong deeds in his life but never ever killed any innocent intentionally. That's why Paschar's sin was unforgivable." . "But if you do so then you would be breaking the treaty between the devils and angel and that means WAR.", She said, trying to act strong. "I agree but there is one more way to punish him rather than destroying his soul and also by that way you could save the treaty as well.", She said. I could see the determination in her to save Paschar at any cost. It didn't look like she was going to give up. Well, I was not here to take interest in Paschar's punishment. All I had to talk about was my

1000 years later It was in the middle of winter, in the year of the rabbit. Terrified screams filled the night air as the sky in the human world suddenly turned red, but this didn't last a second before it returned to its original form. Before the eyes of everyone a new star appeared beside a red star called the “ devil's star ” causing a great uproar. All these signs remain unknown to a group of people hiding somewhere in the palace of DeHaven. KINGDOM OF DEHAVEN.

“Of course he does. The Devil always does.” He blinked at her, unsure if she was joking. She leaned in slightly, adjusting the collar near his neck as she whispered, “Listen to me, cher garçon. The Devil cannot be understood, nor can he be coerced. You may think he loves, you may think he destroys, but really, it is all the same to him. It is all just… instinct.” Her eyes flicked toward Kain, who was now idly folding a page from one of his documents into neat, exact creases. “Keep your guard, mon ange. Always. You will be fine if you remember that.”

VALENTINA’S POV “Tie her up and take her to the Dungeon, she will be one of my whores.” Diego Fernandez said in an authoritative voice. His mere presence seems to send chills down everybody’s spine, he is known to be ruthless and emotionless, not minding who he hurts as long as he gets what he wants. Diego Fernandez is literally the Devil in a human form.

“Return to the world of men. Forget the blood. Forget the beast.” I reached for the obsidian stone. It was burning against my skin, but I didn’t pull away. I closed my eyes and stopped fighting the images. Instead, I dove into them. I didn’t look at the cellar as a prison; I looked at it as the place where I first felt the spark of the Devil. I didn’t look at the silver as pain; I looked at it as the price I paid to save my mate. I found the memory of Girard’s touch in the study—the way his hands had claimed me, the way his soul had recognized mine before his mind even knew my name.

“Drop down. One thousand push-ups. Now.” Not a single man hesitated. They hit the floor immediately, the sound of hands slapping concrete echoing like gunshots. No complaints or groaning. They knew better. The last time someone had complained during punishment, Vito had made him do double and then put him in the ring with three other guys. Vito walked slowly between the rows, watching them work. Sweat was already dripping. Arms were shaking by the fourth hundred. But every single man kept going. When they finally finished, many of them were breathing hard, faces red, muscles burning.

“My loyalty belongs to BloodFall.” Draven’s gaze remained unreadable. “And?” Devon frowned slightly. “I have no interest in ruling another territory.” A dangerous little smile slowly appeared on Draven’s lips. “That’s unfortunate.” Devon instantly sensed danger. Draven leaned back slowly. “Because this is not a reward.” The hall quieted immediately. Draven’s crimson eyes locked onto Devon fully now. “It is punishment.” Devon froze slightly while Phil immediately grinned wickedly from the side. Ah. Now it made sense.