The Cuphead Show The Devil Novels & Stories

“How did you get in here? I’ll call the cops!” He tilted his head, that smirk widening to reveal sharp canines that glinted like knives. “Oh, sweet Annabel. You know exactly who I am. You summoned me. Quite vividly, I might add. Dared me to come down and… what was it? ‘Eat your pussy like I mean it’? ‘Bend you over and make you scream’?” I stared, then burst out laughing—drunken, disbelieving hysteria. “The Devil? With horns? You? You’re way too handsome to be the Devil. You look like some cosplay model from a bad porno. This is a hallucination. I’m wasted.”

"Was where your clan head was!" The vampire shakes his head as he tries to claw the Devil fingers off his throat. "You don't need air, you moron!" Adom shouts as he slams the man's body to the ground. "Now tell me or I start ripping you limb from limb!" "He's in the cellar!" the vampire scrambles to get away from the Devil. "He's in the middle of-" "I don't care!" Devil bellows, killing the creature for wasting his time before striding into the building. 'Only a few hours left until...No. Not thinking that.'

However, he was not for her and had been playing with her to get what he wanted all along. It had been awful seeing him with someone she thought was her friend. It did not startle Janice when it happened, since she knew he would eventually leave like the others. She had prepared for the day he'd say the same things others had said. Though it hurts, she was glad she didn't give herself to him. Because that would have been the worst. She wouldn't be able to look him in the eyes, neither would she be able to stare at her supposed friend. Yet, the person she had willingly given herself was the devil himself.

The devil spoke with a mocking tone, "My beautiful visitors, I think you were dying to see me. Now I’m here, but I was in the middle of something. I suppose I’ll have to finish it in front of you." With that, the devil lifted the barely conscious woman, preparing to deliver a fatal blow. Zack sprang into action, using all the strength he could muster to punch the devil. At the same time, Petra threw a knife-like device at the devil’s arm. This device, crafted by the Angels of the Burning Sun’s science tech team, had the power to break bones in ordinary humans. However, it only managed to scratch the devil slightly, though it was enough to make him release the woman.

Suddenly, the goat-headed devil is in pain and grabs his tail. “DAMN YOU! HUMAN BRAT! EEEAAHHH” The devil’s claws suddenly became longer. The goat-headed devil is starting to get frustrated and attack Abelard with his claws wildly. Abelard does not lose, his sword dance gracefully. The Devil’s hooves and Abelard’s sword collide with each other.

The vampire was looking at the devil as if to a psychopath " well let's see how much more cuter my dear daughter can get" says the devil and got his wings out and started flying toward Celea

❄️ CHAPTER 64 ❄️ What Corbin said made the Devil's anger reach its peak and he crushed the cup he was holding into ashes. The whole vibrated in his anger as he sent crucifying glares at Corbin who didn't seem to be affected by it. He was scared of him, not even one bit. But then to Corbin's surprise, a smirk crept up the Devil's lips as he was able to get a hold of his anger. " Corbin, Corbin, Corbin " He called, nodding pitifully.

His hidden mockery cut her heart with a blunt knife; she pushed back her tears by blinking her eyes repeatedly. “Who are you? How do you know me?” “Wrong question!” He waved his finger and stalked towards her. “What can you do to tear Alpha Eric’s world?” She got alerted at her worst enemy’s name, her shoulders got tensed at his uncanny question. “I could strike a deal with devil if needed.” Sophia growled furiously; her eyes ablaze with her inner fire. “Hello, Sophia. I am the devil.” He stretched his arm for a handshake, his firm grip livened her hope.

he pushed trough, desperate himself. "But.. why is he doing this? What did we ever do to him?" "I don't know and he won't tell a soul. He's the devil, Ms. Erika, you haven't seen a thing yet. There's not one thing right with him, he's insane. He has gotten too ahead with him plan and we are lagging behind. It's crazy how close he will be to his goal soon and we'll be able to do nothing about it. We have to buckle up, give it our all. Will you be able to do it?" Metin asked, stepping closer while keeping his tone low. She didn't have to give it much thought because she keeps thinking about her fate if it turned out like that.

"Our lead singer, Miles, talked us into trying to sell our souls to the devil at the crossroad. I thought it was all a bunch of nonsense. Afterward, the song 'Mistress' hit big and Miles got killed onstage one night. His mic shorted out and electrocuted him. That should never have happened. I realized it wasn't an accident. The devil's contract said that he would collect when we peaked in fame, so I quit after Miles died. Walked away, bought this place with my earnings and the money from the lawsuit we won against the microphone maker." She was unsure what to make of his answer. Was he speaking metaphorically? Slowly she formed words through her confusion. "Devil? So — mafia devil?" He chuck