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, Aashmaan whispered as Neil threw the chair against the opposite wall. Aashmaan screamed at Neil's sudden action. Her hands rested on her pounding heart. "Do not hurt me," Aashmaan said between her loud hiccups. "Yes, I can. I can hurt You, Aashmaan. "I can even kill you", the Devil said darkly, inhaling her scent and kissing her nape. He cradled her in his arms. "Never ever say something like what you said a minute ago," Neil said as he rubbed her back, and she nodded and suddenly asked him, "Who are you?".

I would love to make myself a pair of working boots out of you and stepp in cow and horse shit with them as often as possible. He was the devil himself, going way out to increase fear, and his torture where worse and worse the angrier he got. However, I refused to be afraid. Along with his words was his hot, heavy stank breathing. They brought a picture of a devil from those cult books I’ve had to study in the past. Yes, this was evil incarnate in front of me.

A wave of strong energy swirled around me before he spoke. "What’s the point of being a demon when you can’t use illusions to your advantage?" A devil’s smirk tugged on his mouth, and his eyes blazed red for a second before they went back to normal. "All they see is the sexy librarian helping a man look for books. They will never find out that the sexy library was about to let the man with her devour her perfect breasts."

Lucian’s note had come with a final line: “The devil doesn’t wear horns. He wears charm. Find his weakness.” Ayla exhaled slowly. She was no longer Ayla Monroe. Not here. Tonight, she was a ghost. Inside, the gala pulsed with orchestrated elegance. Women in gowns worth more than Ayla’s rent glided past men with blood-stained hands wrapped in Armani. Waiters floated by with champagne. It would’ve been beautiful if she didn’t know who half these people were — or what they’d done to get here. Lucian’s voice echoed in her mind: “Serrano traffics secrets. You’ll be one of them by midnight if you fail.”

The timer on the screen read: 23:47. Claire’s muffled scream echoed through the speakers as the blade pressed closer, drawing a thin line of blood. Elena’s world narrowed to that single image. The man who had just killed for her, who had confessed his year-long obsession, now stood at her side as the real cost of their twisted union stared back at them in high definition. The devil’s contract had just claimed its first true casualty, and the night was far from over.

I heard the shower running and made my way there. “Can you believe that bastard?!” I almost shouted. Cara let out a scream as I barged in. I ignored her and sat on the toilet lid. “Could you at least knock?! What if I was shaving?” “Sorry. Back to my problem.” I said dismissively, and she poked her head out of the shower to look at me. “I talked to the Devil.” “What Devil?” “That Devil, Damiano.” “Ah. Why? Miss him?” She winked, but I only scowled.

Audrey asked, curious to know more. "The devil doesn't bargains, and as possessive and envious as he is, he wasn't willing to just walk away just because God said so" he said, "because he had most of the humans on his side 'cause they where his after all from selling their souls, he formed minions to rebel against God's orders"

He growled, letting go of her arm. The young woman fell to the ground and began to back away even as her hands sank into the damp sand. Her wide frightened eyes stared up at him with a mix of surprise. She had thought that she had found someone to help her and instead found herself staring into the eyes of the devil himself. She whimpered in fear and turned to crawl away from him but Bernard pounced. He slammed her head into the ground as she pleaded for him to let her go. She struggled against him as his body covered hers.

His words only made Nora run faster as she cried invisible tears. God! Why couldn’t she just stop getting herself into trouble with the devil? The end…

Aiden’s back slammed against the cold brick wall of the alley. The bass from the bar thumped through the walls like a heartbeat, loud enough to drown out everything. He opened his mouth to shout for help, but the sound barely left his throat before it was swallowed by the music. The scarred man laughed. “Go ahead and scream, pretty boy. Nobody’s coming.” The second attacker grabbed Aiden by the front of his shirt and shoved him harder into the wall. Pain exploded in his shoulder as it scraped against the rough bricks.