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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.

she asked inquisitively. “Devils Night is our favorite night of the year, a night of mischief. It started in Detroit but has spread so far beyond all of that. It is a night to celebrate being young and free, a night to have a little fun. I don’t see anything wrong with that.” she was hanging on my every word. It was all true but there was another reason for the name. Devil’s night was also Synestra’s birthday. “One final question, what do you think about the protests and people saying you somehow brainwash your fans with your music?” she asked and I could tell she thought this was a hard hitting question. I decided to have a little fun with her.

Mephiles looked up into the air to remember how it all began and how everything he has ever done led to this moment. For a long while, he stood upon the rampart and looked at every single star and the full moon. He looked up and looked back at his earlier days before he became a demon king. This is his story. This is his tale. This is how a man who sought ambition and a kingdom changed his life. A dark fantasy tale of the devil passing through the lands of the earth and the wolf hiding from the moon. The Devil and the Huntsman.

Voiceless under the wails of the snow storm, a strange emptiness gnawing inside her. She checked her right arm, only to see it covered with grime and blood. There was no black ink. There were no swirling lines. As usual, the Runes appeared at the most unexpected time, and until now, moons later from her first memory, she was yet to know the trigger. "I beg you! The Spirits spare you, let me go!" There was a blond girl screaming beside her. The girl's dirty tear-stained face was crumpled in absolute terror. "I do not want to die! I beg you! Let me go!"

The letter dropped from his grip while he took his gaze to the sky again, slowly shutting his eyes, "We need to return home." Instead of the feeling of regret and self hate, it was something darker, deeper...angrier, "We will haunt her down, before she returns the favor."

I look around trying to find the objects he speaks of, "Madrees are vampire hunters they would srian out your soul once they get a hold of you" "You must think I'm some sort of silly ass trying to scare me or is that some sort of trick to make me follow you?" "I did say it's my pleasure to drop you off now will you get off or not it's rather late and I do not want to be late for the fun" I wonder what hsi definition of fun is as he keeps smirking each time he mentions the word fun, Devon had sayd something about mental and emotional torture what I do not get is why this dude find it interesting,

She felt so distant. “This is a fight between the Devil and his demons. That's where you come in, I don't want more enemies.” His words sounded so strange, Emery felt lost. “Talia’s family isn't such a big deal,” Darren continued. Still, she wasn’t convinced. “Even if I agreed, what’s your plan? How exactly do you intend to ‘ruin’ them? And me, how do you want to use me?”

He wasted no time in expressing his fury, his voice a thunderous growl. "Do any of you have any idea what you've brought upon us? Do you have any idea how much business alliances and trusted allies you al have cost me?" The room was paralyzed by his wrath, and none of us dared to meet his eyes. The tension was suffocating, and the fear that had gripped us was almost tangible. The man that stod before me looked nothing like the man I desperately used to crave. This one felt like the real devil, the same one the FBI painted a picture of to me. He didn’t even spare me a glance but i could rarely get the words out of my mouth.

Over my dead fucking body. **************************************************

Slow mornings with the devil. Who knew hell could feel this good?