R Devil Novels & Stories

“Tell me, Sorah. Was it the red-haired I told you about? Where did you see them?” I zone out for a moment, numbly staring at the scowl on Devon’s face. For sure I can see his stench disdain towards Vampires in general, and towards Andreas in particular. It’s a passion, an obsessive hatred he harbors towards that lone Vampire that sets his orbs alight with black fire. “R-red long hair…crimson glowing eyes…” The words air out my stiff lips and Devon’s eyes go wide with shock before he switches into a cold chuckle. He leaves my shoulders and shares a knowing smirk with Yasha before quickly speaking to someone behind him I didn’t notice until now.

Those forces boasted quasi-royal celestials or true immortals rivaling that of royal celestials, and their influence stretched across many hundreds of millions of miles in the Devil Realm. On the surface, the ruler of the Devil Realm was the royal celestial king known as King Luther. Born and raised in ancient times, he was once a being known as luths. Later, he came across the opportunity to become a royal celestial and was able to successfully leave across the three realms.

Outside, the thunder rolled again, and for the first time, Aria realized something terrifying. The Devil wasn't heartless after all. He was just broken.

The baby stirred, a calm, steady pulse. Aunt Dee watched quietly from a distance, understanding settling into her expression. The ancestors’ voices echoed one last time through the realm: “The devil’s greatest act of defiance is not destruction— It is devotion.” Far away, the hunters drew closer. But for the first time since the prophecy began, Malik knew exactly where he stood. And he would not move.

But somehow, I always pictured a balding old man with a pot belly caused by the cheap whiskey he drowns himself in every night. But I couldn’t be more wrong. The devil isn’t horned or hideous. He’s tall, sculpted, and terrifyingly beautiful. Power clings to him like a second skin beneath the flawless cut of his suit. His face is sharp, symmetrical and too perfect to belong to someone mortal, too perfect for the blood he spills, too perfect for the cruelty he yields, and his icy blue eyes can bring even the bravest man to his knees. A cold prickling sensation erupts over my entire body like a thousand tiny needles stabbing my skin

A savior? Or a monster?

“What do you want from here, Pyro?” “Wow, right to the point. I’m looking for this girl right here that I found out by one of the females here that she’s going by the name Angel here.” I looked at the picture to see that indeed it was Angel, but why is he looking for her. “What do you want with her?” “She’s the property of the Burning Devils, and I want her back right now or things are going to get hot in here.” I looked to Levi to single to him that I need to speak to him alone.

When the right time comes, this person strikes successfully, dethroning the Evil and takes its place, becoming the ultimate devil- a demon who won against the Evil that created him. Fortunately, only one such trickster rises from the horde of darkness in a long time, preventing the doomsday of the entire system. It solely depends on the devil how he turns the table or how he rules the world. He thinks to either continue poisoning humanity or eliminate the parasites that could overthrow him someday. A person without a heart is a monster and a heartless person only awakes when they have nothing to lose.

I know who those are… but…" The voices of other people mixed in with the two he recognized, making his head ache a bit. "Master, a father, and-" Lyx was talking to Derrick, but he raised his hand to stop him. The devil growled as he stood up, with fire and smoke coming out of his every footstep. "Her father!" he yelled. "Master?" "I need to go back up there!" Lyx had his eyes wide open. He had never seen the devil this furious. "What happened, master?" Derrick took a deep breath, his eyes glowing red as he glared down at Lyx.