Son Of The Devil Damien Novels & Stories

"Yeah, I am. Damien assured me that the movie crap isn't him and he doesn't run around killing people. So, yeah, I'm okay with it. I may have to take a vacation after this, but I'm okay with it." He was getting more comfortable around the two and he relaxed more into the chair. He finished his coffee before it got cold. He was sitting there thinking about his conversation with Damien and that he spoke Latin. Roman Latin to be specific, according to Damien himself. Did that make him a priest before he was changed? Latin? Why was that sticking in his head? OH YEAH! Now I remember! My brother had a t-shirt and the school suspended him for it. Mom and Dad would never tell me what it said. What w

I roared, feeling my impatience slipping, but I felt like I already knew the answer. A grim expression etched on the blond’s face and as she spoke, her eyes were trained on Gina. “It’s Damien who made a deal with the devil. Whatever his plan is, Don't let him go ahead with it, Gina. You must kill him.”

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.

So who the fuck is he? "Don't you?" Damien....no, not Damien, whoever the hell he really was, leaned back, completely relaxed. "Let me help you remember. Your name is Irina Volkov. You're twenty-four years old. You live in apartment 412 in Tekstilshchiki, though I suspect you won't be going back there. Your stepfather is Viktor Volkov, a gambling addict who transferred his debts to you before you ran away two years ago. Five hundred thousand dollars. You've been paying it off slowly by running romance scams. I'm your seventh target this year, though you had others before. Should I continue?" Jesus christ!

Devon enters the room. He hits the man over the head with his gun so hard that I hear a small crack. I feel under my chin. Blood stains my fingertips. I don't feel any pain, though. Not yet. He turns to me and says, "If we don't leave now, it'll be too late." I peer under the bed and offer Brad my hand. He takes it and I help him crawl out from under the bed. Devon glances at him momentarily. I watch as his lips settle in a thin line. He knows he's Damien's son. He's not happy about it, either.

Damian looked expressionless and no one knew what he thought about his son. He didn't expect that so many things would happen while he slept. Not only did he have a son borne by Mavis, that son even became a killer and hurt his other son. Damian had always been heartless toward Mavis. When he was captured by Mavis and brought to the drug lord's lair, he could have escaped but he chose to stay and secretly gathered information so that he could collaborate with his partners who were outside.

Damien responded courtly. “I do not mean to intrude, but you are Giovani’s son, am I right?” I heard the demon ask, and Damien nodded once again. My eyes were solely on him, and I could not deny the fact that I admired how Damien was capable of keeping a calm face in this situation. “I would like to speak to you for a few minutes if you and your partner don’t mind.” And that was when it hit me. He did not know it was me. He had no idea that it was his daughter, the very same one who had run away from home all those years ago, standing right in front of him. Well, right behind me, if I should say so. All he had to do was take one peek at my face.

“What? How can you say something like that about your own son? What kind of father are you?” “I’m just trying to warn you,” he said calmly. “I know who my son is. He’s a playboy. He uses girls and throws them away. You seem like a nice girl, Elara. You deserve better than that.” I felt so angry. My hands shook. “If your plan is to deceive me just so you can sleep with me again, then you’re lying. I don’t believe you.” Damien gave a small, sad smile. He didn’t argue. He just nodded once and walked away, disappearing into the crowd.

He stepped closer to me and I felt a bit relieved. He gave her enough time to drink water and relax before sitting on his knees, just beside her feet and asking, "Mom, where were you all these years?" His voice came out full of pity. "And just tell me, who is the reason behind your condition?" I could see anger boiling in his veins. "Your father," she choked out. A drop of silence followed her words. Damien froze to his place, as he himself couldn't believe what he was hearing. Though he knows that his father is a devil, he cannot believe that he could steep so low that he could do such a dreadful thing to his own wife.

Damien smirk. Don stoop up from the floor, and turn into something huge… … … … . SLAY MONSTER???? "Slay monster?? But I captured you??". Damien questioned surprisingly. How come it's here?? "Wrong! You took my father away, not me". He groaned. " I'm Dante Olson ". Dante said, who's also known as Don Damien suddenly laughs. " So I captured your father and you're looking for the white goblin instead of your father?? If I were your father I would have killed you the day you were born". Damien said.