Quickly Wear The Face Of The Devil Novels & Stories

My body jabbed backward and I hit the mirror behind me but it did not break. Fvcking hell! It was Mr Pompous himself, in flesh, and blood. When did he start knocking on my door? He barges in whenever he wants. I covered my mouth and raised my eyes to see the calm look on his face. Gosh! My sight narrowed down to see he was back in his usual dress code; the Armani suit of the emotionless Dev-- I'll say it, Devil. Maybe a good prefix, the charming devil. Haha... I wanted to stop myself from grinning but I already did.

“If you can see me as a teenager that has multiple insecurities, well, I can see you as an adult that’s trying to groom me at the moment. Will you stop? You’re creeping me out.” This is me. I will really have the determination to discard anything else I feel if I encounter something that disgusts me. “What the fuck? Are you serious right now?” The devil answers me in question. “Just change the way you look right now. I don’t like it.” “Change the way I look right now? Honey, I can’t do that. This is my face. And hey, by the way, I am gorgeous. Bold of you to say that I’m creeping you out.”

Let them baptize me. There’s only one way to deal with a demon. And that’s to become the devil. I sit up slowly, wincing as my ribs protest. My hand curls over my heart. I swear it, a vow, quiet and deadly. You took everything from me. I will let this pain fester, and I will use it, I say, closing my eyes… Praying that sleep will find me soon. *** I stare out the window, fingers curled tightly around the glass of water. My reflection blurs in the pane, a ghost of the woman I used to be. A tired face courtesy of my sleepless night.

"Stay out of my way Santiago. I don't need you playing hero. I'm no damsel in distress. I'm going to take you, the black smoke syndicate and the entire group of criminals and thugs that keep the underworld of this city fat and happy. I'm not going to stop until I get rid of every single one of your vermin." "Why?" Her eyebrows drew together and I saw the confusion on her face. "Why what?" I stepped closer, enjoying the way she sucked in a breath. I knew that somewhere in that head, she was convincing herself that her reaction to me was nothing, a fluke, but I wasn't as deluded as her. A thought suddenly began to work itself into my mind as I stared at her pillowy lips and the tiny birthmark

That was mind trying to betray me! He wears a white long sleeve shirt without a tie and a white trouser. So the devil want to act as an angel-scoff, his face is too sinful to be an angel. He keep his eyes on me without blinking, he makes me suffocate inside the full-conditioned cafetaria. Lidya try to fix her hair, she display her ten thousand megawatts smile that always works to melt everyone.

His eyes turned dark with a deadly emotion, his face lost the softness it was holding a few seconds ago and his lips curled into a wicked smirk as a psychotic glint flashed in his dark eyes. His harsh breath slapping her face as he dangerously leaned on her while his fingers making circles on her cheek steadily "I am not a generous man, you will want to go and I will let you go, in fact I am not a good man at all, I am Satan who can give you anything at a single flicker of your eyes but if you try to run away from me, I will not hesitate to tie you to my bed in my room for the rest of your life. Just enjoy the privilege that I am giving you, do not provoke the devil that I have chained deep

As Zack approached, his voice thundered, "Let him go!" "And what if I don't?" the devil retorted, a sinister smile playing on his lips. In an instant, Zack disappeared and reappeared right in front of the devil, mirroring the devil’s earlier move. He grabbed the devil’s arm with the same relentless grip the devil had used on Petra. The devil, shocked by Zack's speed and power, released the child and moved back, preparing to fight. Zack anticipated his movements, and they began to clash with equal ferocity. "How are you able to use my techniques?" the devil was genuinely surprised, struggling to keep up with Zack’s relentless attacks.

It was what they believed they knew about the Devil's looks that manifested anytime the seven were exposed. Asmodeus was getting sick of it, humans never believed in a beautiful and gorgeous Devil. Of course they were the rulers of evil and darkness but they deserved a little honour.Asmo missed his glorious face which mortals could literally die for if they stared an angel in the face with their true form showing.They called it the face of God.Those faces where stripped away from the seven and they were left at the mercy of human imagination. Well he decided to go explain himself to Maria.Its not like he never told her that he was the devil.

“Come at me.” His desire is heard. As the devil turns its head to the direction of his voice, by which hateful heart is louder than any scream of help. “I desire for one thing.” With that demons twisted and monstrous face, by which shadows reflected the outline and shape of a hare. A sinister smile draws as its blood shut eyes shine and ears twitch in pure excitement. Now silently, yet intently looking for that soul, he moves quickly like a wind, as its body changes by each passing millisecond, into a young boy that resembles, Him.

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓