Novel & Cerita Reina Devil Form

Images of women in cages and identifiable pictures of his own cartel, with each member’s faces on a sadistic group photo in a torture chamber. And then his eyes found me. I froze. I’d seen Sebastian in many forms—but not like this. Not as the Devil they feared. He walked toward me, slow and measured. The wind dared to rustle the photos, but the crimson held fast, like a thick paste. Sebastian adjusted his tie with slow precision like a man sealing a prayer after a ritual. Then his gaze lifted—those cold, merciless eyes found mine. I stilled. There was no trace of softness in him now. No charming rogue, no velvet menace.

His voice drops into a dark, lethal tone that carries to every single corner of the silent chapel. "You know what they say, Pierre… the devil always comes to collect..."

She was everything Clara was not in his eyes, and far more intoxicating—far more desirable than Clara had ever been. “Don’t make me spell it out for you, my boy. You know what you should do. Bring Clara back and make her carry your child. That child is our only way into the Mor-Sark organization. You are the next Lord of Mor-Sark if you can give Clara a child,” Ignazio said firmly. “Then we will control the majority of Mor-Sark’s businesses. Once Cassian wakes from his coma and learns you divorced and dishonored his precious daughter, our position will collapse. Our family bloodline will be completely diminished. While Cassian is still in a coma, act now! Bring Clara back and marry her again

Tommy replied giving her slightly some motivation. Iris seemed to think again. She doesn't want any more sadistic murders by the devil-like what happened to her parents. She looked at Eva and Tommy in turn before she gave a small smile. "First, I need a place to stay." Eva immediately extended her hand to shake hands with her. "Welcome to the Devil Hunter organization, Iris." After she joined Devil Hunter, she was immediately trained by Shane and introduced to the members in the headquarters. "Devils, have various kinds of powers. They can change appearance, move as fast as lightning, have unlimited power, and can imitate human form one hundred percent similar." Shane explained.

I reached the top floor. I opened the door and came face to face with the devil himself as it is his office. He smirked seeing me. He is so matured by now. Last time I saw him was at his graduation ceremony. It has been 4 years already. He is more handsome by now. "Hello! Ms.Vixen!, I heard people calling you that!!!", That dumb always getting on my nerves. Ignoring his smirk "Yeah! Mr.Devil! No!!! Mr.Manwhore!!, Heard from that same people ", I smirked.

In addition to Zephyr Khan, the Curse Devil King was also staring at the two formations with all his attention, not giving up the slightest deviation. "Damn! This is the first time I've comprehended such an unfathomable divine-level formation. If I really crack it, I can brag about it for the rest of my life!" The Curse Devil King said a little excitedly, as if the more difficult the formation was, the more interested he would be. After all, with his level as a Great Master of Formation, most of the Formations in The Ethereal Land could hardly pose a challenge to him. Now that he had finally encountered a decent Divine-level formation, he was naturally exceptionally excited.

- Hijama asked, his mouth completely open. That scene caused a pair of giggles from Koneko and Ravel. "Pfft! A self-proclaim one, she's a reincarnated Angel. Similar to the 'Peerage System' the Angels have one as well based on cards, called 'Brave Saints'" - Xenovia laughed at Irina and explained to them. They thought something like that could occur, after all, if the Devils could transform any other race into their own, why the rest could not? "Let me continue!~" - While puffing her cheeks Irina scolded Xenovia, who just smirked.

Suddenly, a presence invaded his senses, a distinct feeling that someone was watching. "Who's there?" he demanded, his voice filled with a mix of caution and curiosity. "Well, well, aren't you perceptive," a playful voice chimed in, as a captivating figure materialized before him. Emine, the Devil Queen, observed him intently, her gaze fixated on the files strewn across his desk. "Let me formally introduce myself. I am Emine, the enigmatic Devil Queen. And I have a proposition for you: cancel your deal with Aiden Clark."

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.