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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.

If I want to have a baby, I can have it with anyone, not her; the child born to her is not known as a ghost or a demon. I shivered at Vincent's callous words; I stared at him in fear without blinking. "Is that the word of a human?" Vincent smirked, his whole body covered in ice. "You always call me the devil, don't you?" I turned my head and saw Aboli with his eyes closed, his whole body drooping like a lamp that had run out of oil. My mind went blank, I didn't even think about it, so I rushed to bite Vincent's toned arm hard. Not only did I bite, but I also tried to chew it like it was my food.

THE DEVIL : “If you will let me see Oliver before our wedding only then I will do as you like." She offered me a deal, she isn't the first person who offered me a deal. I had been offered kind of deal when I go to take souls of the people and my answer was always decided and firm, "NO"

My mind seemed to travel, so I couldn’t understand her very well. “W-What did you say again?” Yes, it seems obvious that I understand little of what she said, but I understand the devil she’s talking about. Does she define herself? She doesn’t look like a devil to me. Or maybe I’m just mistaken? I was even more stunned by what she said. My chin may have landed on the floor because I was barely gaping. He speaks as a man does. “I am no saint. I am a devil ready to take your soul.”

“Perhaps I am.” He grins and finishes his drink. “Good. You will last longer than I expected.” Then he departs, whistling a tune that echoes down the hall. I cannot tell whether it is an expression of admiration or of warning. I wait several moments before exhaling. The room feels colder now that it is empty. Luca steps forward. “Do you think it will work?” “It will work,” I reply. “People like this cannot help themselves. Greed and fear always compel them to speak.”

replied Long Ken with a cold voice. "You are … a devil!"

Maybe start planning my next escape for real this time. And then—he did something that caught me off guard. Ronan Blackwood, the Devil himself, squatted in front of me. Not stood. Not loomed. Squatted. Eye level. Holding two glasses of wine in his large hands. “What’s the problem?” he asked, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it. I looked away. “I’m fine,” I muttered.

I said with my gun to his head. “Diego?” That scoundrel Desmond said, he looked like he has seen a ghost. I guess I am a ghost to him now, I guess he thought I was dead but he forgot that it is impossible to kill the Devil, the devil controls Hades, the devil is Hades. “He…Raphael assured me that you are dead.” He said again, his mouth opened in shock, his face looks pale and ghostly like he had just seen a ghost. I smiled to myself, what a fool.

The city blurred past in dull yellow and chrome streaks. Rhea cracked the window, then reached into the center console and offered a cigarette from a sleek silver case. “Want one?” “No,” Lisbeth said, voice even. “Never picked it up. Not even when I wanted to.” Rhea shrugged and lit her own. Smoke curled out into the night. “They said something before it all went to hell,” she muttered. “Something about Ferdinand favoring Ayra.” A short laugh escaped Lisbeth’s lips—dry and humorless. “I had to stop myself from laughing when I heard that too,” she said, brushing a lock of hair back behind her ear. “People always assumed he chose Ayra over me. That I was the daughter left behind.”

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.