Novel & Cerita Son Of Devil

He laughed. “I don't understand. If he is Satan in the flesh then what are you doing working for him? You seem to be such a nice person.” I couldn't even believe the words were coming out of my mouth. “Demon.” He corrected me. “I am such a nice demon. Not everything is as simple as good or evil. Even Lucifer himself has a good side. He may be known for the way he punishes the wicked but you don't see him harming good people. Any who are led astray by him did so of their own free will. Good people do not just turn evil because someone promises them all they ever wanted. You will see. I have to be going. I will be sending Phenex to help get you ready for dinner. You must look your best to impr

"I didn't know Lucifer had a daughter..." "He doesn’t – but there are more devils than Lucifer. I'm the daughter of Julien, his firstborn son. Lucifer is my grandfather." Melia relaxes and soars back over to Indra. She points to her necklace. "If you want my help, Indra, the devil's daughter, you must give me the Havor ring hanging around your neck." Indra shakes her head and places a protective hand against the neck ring. "It's a gift from Odin. I have given him a promise to never take it off."

She staggered on her words, her body shuddering tremendously. This man terrifies her, a lot. His uncanny sensation frightens and scares the people around him. He's known for his aloofness, unemotional, ruthlessness, and savagery. He's a man who doesn't care about anyone likewise a soul not to mess with. He's extremely cold, he's brutal and dangerous. Many see him as a non-human even the distinct souls around England acknowledge him as... The devil’s son. "I think he's still drunk, thank goddess!" Madam Madison inwardly muttered, clenching her chest in a little relief as she gazed at the gelid king.

David Carson David Carson is a well-known young billionaire who is widely admired for his philanthropic activities. However, behind his public persona lies a dark secret - he is actually the notorious mafia kingpin known as "Devil". Despite his reputation as a heartless and ruthless individual, David manages to maintain a façade of a successful businessman to the outside world. David's criminal activities include smuggling and murder, and he takes great pleasure in committing these crimes without leaving any evidence behind. He uses the black money earned from these illegal activities to fund his charity work, thereby creating a false impression of himself as a generous benefactor.

Yet, he has this hold on me; he keeps drawing me in when I know that I should not. So with only but a smile, I pull him closer to me and lay lips softly against his. He only looks at me rather confused, “You do not wish for an explanation?” That, there, tells me that I have, in fact, heard him, so with those trembling hands, I only but whisper to him, “Are you really the Devil?” He softly chuckles at me, “The Devil’s son.” “But that still makes you a Devil, or are you one of those ungodly…?”

And it's ironic because that day was the first day he ever truly called my name with compassion. Blinking away the memory, I bend over the sink and splash water on my face, a devilish grin on. Maybe Papa was right when he said I was from the devil. Else, which child would tie her father to his favorite wooden chair and set him on fire? I felt nothing that day, even though I had a beating heart. I didn't pity him, even though I had a soul that was meant to be kind. Then again, maybe I was once an angel, a mockingbird killed by the wickedness of the ones I loved the most. Maybe it was Papa that turned me into the devil I became today.

After I shouted to choose Matteo, my mother, Sofia, looked down at me in shock. "Lia, what are you talking about?! You just told me yesterday that Vincenzo treats you the best. Why are you choosing Matteo now?" Matteo had a terrible reputation among the Families. Everyone said he was bloodthirsty and ruthless, with enough blood on his hands to stain the entire river red. I used to hide whenever I saw him, crying and begging my mother to hold me. But they would never know that in my last life, the terrifying Diavolo Sanguinario was the only one who avenged my mother and me.

He laughs as he says. "Your father killed my father, but we are the sons of the devil, we cannot be destroyed, not when you hold the power of life." I begin to feel faint as the fire grows more prominent in front of me, I turn to look at the monster as I say, "who is we?" He laughs once again as he says. "Davin, of course, my brother, the son of Jaleb and the God of the dark." I feel my tears falling down my face as I say to him.

I ask, feeling bad for the woman who is blinded by love. Bethany began to answer in a bitter tone. “I truly don’t know what she sees in that man. Yes, he’s handsome but his character is truly quite ugly. He’s more of a hit it and quit it type of man. He’s been known to be the Devils’ son.” Bethany made a sound of disgust. “Devils’ son?” I spoke out loud. Dread slowly began to fill me. Like the horror of an avalanche coming a person’s way.