Speak Of The Devil Novels & Stories

"It is said that the race of Peacocks keeps mostly to the south. Are you setting your sights upon these parts as well?" "You misunderstand me, friend. I'm only here because of the tales I've been hearing about this human they call the Devil. A man of most described as brutal and high-handed. They say he's here, at the Sanctuary of Tetrarchy here in faraway northwest, hence I have come to meet him." He finished and turned to Yan Wushuang, "Are you him? The infamous Devil?" "I'm afraid you're mistaken, Master Kong," remarked the Zombie chieftain, "He's not the Devil. The Devil has been missing for three years. No one knows where in which Heaven-forsaken corner of the world he is now."

Until I had given her a reason. I had felt many things in thirty five years. I had never felt that particular thing before. "You're right," I said. Silas blinked. "You're right," I said again, and my voice was so level it had no texture to it. "I am the devil. I was born from death. I have been a weapon since before I could speak. I have taken lives and I will take more and there is no version of me that is entirely clean or entirely human or entirely safe to love."

He leans in closer, his hot breath fanning my face as he looked down at me. "I think you are mistaken about something, little one. You belong to me. You were mine from the moment you clung to me desperately begging for help. But you weren't saved by some hero, a knight in shining armor who would do your bidding and just accept it when you tell him no. No darling, I'm the devil and you are mine.” With this his lips crashed down against mine.

“After this, you are mine, Sweet little thing. You’ll not be able to run or escape me. Because no matter where you run to, even though I have to turn this world upside down, I will find you and bring you right back to my side because you are bound to me.” I laughed. “Trying to scare me?” He looked almost human to me at that moment. He was trying to save me from himself? I took the pen from him and signed a contract with the Devil. Grinning, I fired his words right back at him. “Sounds like foreplay,” It was surprisingly a sunny day when I later said yes to marrying Damon in sickness and in lies. He said yes too and for a moment I wondered how fitting it was that I wore the black dress. Perha

In a dimly lit room, tension hung heavy in the air as a trembling old man faced a mysterious figure. Fear etched deep lines on his weathered face as he mustered the courage to ask, "Who... are you?" With an air of chilling confidence, the enigmatic presence responded, "Calm down, old man. I'm not here to end your life. Allow me to introduce myself—I am Emine, the Devil Queen." She perched herself on the edge of the bed, toying mischievously with an object in her hands.

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

I TYPED IT OUT, SO I THOUGHT, WHY NOT? Will_the_devil ... WHY AM I STILL TALKING TO YOU? BYE, PEASANT. HAVE A GOOD LIFE AHEAD. I_pooped NO, WAIT! I AM SORRY! Will_the_devil ... I_pooped UH...I AM SORRY FOR SAYING THAT THING ABOUT YOUR MOTHER... Will_the_devil It's okay, as you said, you were stating the truth. I_pooped STILL! I HAD NO RIGHT TO BRING IT UP!

I whisper in fear. Tsking, and biting his lip, he shakes his head. “Oh, no. Don’t think of it like that,” he says sweetly, his nefarious smile shifting to sweet and beautiful. “I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.”

I heard my name being called. I turned swiftly, meeting Dante's cold gaze. This time, I was not scared. I knew he was not cold inside, even though his outer appearance displayed that. Just then I realized I couldn't speak. I wanted to, but no words were forthcoming. Instead I stared blankly at him. Dante raised a brow. I could see he was waiting for me to say something. “Come inside.” he finally said, his voice commanding as usual. “No.” I told him, “I am not here to stay.”