Story Of The Devil Novels & Stories

I ask as I look down at the floor in front of my father's desk. My father falls silent. I slowly look up at him to see him staring intensely at me. "What are you talking about son?" He asks seriously. "Layla was pregnant when she died. The deal I made with the devil was fulfilled upon her death. Our unborn child died with her and its lifeforce was absorbed into her body giving her a second chance at life. As soon as the devil and I made our deal I became the devil. That was the devil's plan from the beginning." I reply.

My gaze rotated around the room and spotted dad's beaten body sprawled out on the floor and mom's seemingly untouched one hovering over him as she wept. Bathing in overwhelming shock, my hands flew up to cover my mouth. Kasan did this? He's the one dad has been trying to get away from all this time? My lips quivered a bit when it dawned on me... I slept with the man who wants us dead, the man who's so ruthless that people even call him the Devil!???

He asked, “Your father is the Devil…. LUCIFER!” She said, and Luciano was dumbfounded. He couldn't believe his ears. He normally hears it from humans that the Devil is an enemy of God, and he manipulates human and lure them in doin' evil things. Whenever he hears about the story, he too couldn't help it but hate Lucifer for making Adam and Eve commit such sin. Now to think of it, he appears to be the offspring of the Devil and the person he hated. No big deal, he has always hated his father and mother since childhood, so it wouldn't make any difference.

At that time, she had not been born. "So it's just hearsay. History is written by the victors. Chu the Devil has disappeared for 20 years, but no one present dares to say his mistakes. Do you know the reason?" "Little girl, you don't understand. He is called Chu the Devil because he has killed too many people. He is notorious for his ferocity. He has slaughtered many cities and exterminated races. Wherever he goes, he will rob everything. Who dares to say his mistakes?"

He pulled me into a tent with an awkward crowd staring at the state. “What’s going on?!.”I asked him. “This is what humans think happened between you and Adam!!.” He replied. “Well they’re wrong!.” “What the hell?!, Devil?!.” I asked him. “The problem is not the story how they chose to say it!!, but the problem is who is the storyteller!.” Lucifer told me which made me intrigued, I sat up and stared at the stage waiting for the storyteller to make his entire. ^^^ The garden of Eden.

He looked at the young man, a very man of Denever who immediately recover from shock. “So the devil-” he gritted his teeth when he realize the glare coming from the woman who lecture him earlier. He laughed like a madman and stood highly, forgetting the reason of why he even here this moment. “Spotlight never failed to be reliable as ever,” he said, narrating a damn thing. “You, for sure has decide to show that despicable horns of yours, Coplete.”

His gloating cries begin to annoy me. "Just speak the truth, Boco because I am running out of my patience with you and if your friend has told you about me then you must fear me. I can chop your son into tiny pieces and feed you. Do you want me to drag your son here and make him pay for your sins?" I throw my trump card. I would never think of hurting an innocent child or woman but the blackmailing is a part of this gamble. Family has always been the greatest weakness of a person who sold his soul to the devil and do dirty business.

"You gave her that money willingly. Last I checked, you were practically celebrating. So happy about this." "Things changed." She changed them. "She's in my territory now, Dmitri. That's all that matters." A beat of silence. Then — "The devil is coming down to hell, gentlemen." His voice dropped away from the phone as he announced it to the room. "Brace yourselves." I ended the call. Good mood. Excellent, in fact. Time to let the beast out.

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.