Novel & Cerita Super Devil

"Are you kidding? Humans are good at bragging. Even those Saint Sons of the Assembly of Immortals don't dare to say that their bodies are invincible." "All the people in the world know that his body is indeed invincible. At least his body is a hundred times stronger than mine." "Are you sure?" Ming Wei revealed a look of interest. "Who is he?" "His name is Chu Xun, known as Chu the Devil." Ming Wei looked at him and said, "Chu the Devil? You think my race has appeared not long, so you make up a name to deceive us, right?" "You can ask other people about him. Who in this world doesn't know the name Chu the Devil?"

Did he have anything else in mind to do to her later ? “ Please don't be scared of me, I won't hurt you. I rather hurt myself ” Skyler had heard never to believe the devil's words. It was full of lies and deceit. But then, if he was truly the devil how come he looks human ? Wasn't the devil suppose to be so ugly with scary horns on his head. He was suppose to have a tail and the tongue of a snake. But he has none of them right now, he was just so human.

If Severin had not killed Simeon and ruined his plan to become a half-immortal, Mohsin would never care about Sana's death. The devil cultivators believed the weak were food for the strong. Their attainment technique required them to devour living beings. They loved indulging in blood, sucking the yin energy, and eating human beings. Thus, they could improve many times faster than normal cultivators. The devil cultivators did not need to be as talented as the normal cultivators to reach the supreme paragon stage. The chances of becoming a supreme paragon were much higher than normal cultivators.

“He would get me out, and he'd provide me with safety. And even after that, he would help me get Theon back.” Leita glances at me, serious once again without a hint of a smile, sunny or otherwise. “And who was this man?” she asks. “He said his name is Xaveraq. The devil.” She shudders. “The…devil?” Leita raises her brows. “Like, Lucifer, that angry dude who fell from the Christian Heaven? That guy?” “No. He said the Christian concept of the devil was founded on him...on his race. Devils. I…I still don’t really get it. But whatever he is, he’s so, so powerful, unlike anything I'd ever seen before.”

It rang, and rang, then I remembered he didn't like to pick up unknown numbers and just as I was about to hang up… "Who the hell is this?" His voice came through, deep, cold, and familiar. It rolled through my chest like thunder. I swallowed. "Dante." I called and there was instant silence, then a sharp inhale. "…Princess." He was the only one who ever called me that and to the rest of the world, he wasn’t Dante. He was Doom... The name whispered in fear, the shadow in every dark alley and the monster Mafia boss parents warned their kids about.

LAZZARO That girl. The way she stitched me, the way she looked at me while at it was fucking sexy. I had almost lost control, and it took everything within me to hold back. I never force my way with women. I might be a devil, but I wasn’t that monstrous.

Mia couldn't believe she was staring at the devil. She couldn't fathom how he was there in the first place. In second place, there was a very rich and powerful man bleeding to death on the restroom pathway of a vessel filled up with the ultra wealthy, and upper echelons of society. This was something straight out of a horror movie. “What the fuck, Luca?!” Her eyes doubled when she heard Lev’s voice. And as it moved, she saw him standing behind the devil, his mouth wide open in shock.

Secretive and the spy among the seven, he holds the name of the devil Belphegor and the embodiment of the sin of Sloth, Tucker Relight. The one who is always at Tucker’s side, he is somewhat the sin of sloth’s defender, older brother, and even a twin, yet a manipulator who wanted everything of the glory all to himself. Team captain of the soccer team of Cross and the devil name himself Mammon. The embodiment of the sin of greed.

"Ewweee..." Ewwee? What's that all about? "Why ewweee?" I asked. "Because he's like your step-dad so he must be old, bald and have a huge belly like old those pervs." She answered. Huh! Far from it. The Devil is not old, bald, neither does he have a potbelly. I don't know what ever made her believe that he is unsightly. The Devil is beautiful, it's a curse we must all bear.