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"Don't shoot." The room fell silent. His men stared. "...Boss?" Lorenzo opened his eyes again. This time, there was something dangerous in them. Not anger. Not mercy. Something neither he nor his men could name. "Bring him to me." Every man in the room understood the order. Kai Bennett was no longer just a witness. He had become someone the Devil wanted alive. And in Lorenzo De Luca's world... Being wanted by the Devil was often more terrifying than being marked for death.

He said and I nodded, I knew I was telling him to defile me, as if he hasn’t already done that here. “Here or there, it’s the same thing, I-i want to feel your body, I want to know what it’s like when you wrap your hands around my neck and fuck me like you do here” I said and there was silence, his eyes danced and kept switching colors, I wanted to know how demons work but not now, later. “I don’t know what’s happening with you right now but fucking hell Ive always wanted to fuck your too, this place is becoming tiring, I want to bent your head against your pillow and fuck you until you cant breathe” he said wrapping his around my waist.

And now… now the time was here. "Come," I whispered, raising my hands as old incantations flamed on my lips. "Come, Legion. The ground creaked. Split. Groaned in agony like a dying beast. From below, out of the darkness, a scream ripped the silence. One. Then a hundred. Then hundreds of thousands—rising as one. The Legion. Three hundred thousand demons, bred for anarchy. Some had been angels once. Some had never been more than formless until my darkness gave them form. And now they surged like bubbling tar rising up from the bowels of the world's backbone.

The light alternated between bright and dark, making the darkness below appear even more mysterious and elusive. Amelia sensed that the aura contained powerful demonic energy—domineering and wild, with a rebellious and violent edge. It was definitely not a benevolent presence. "The aura of a demonic beast," Amelia said in a low, grave voice. She was already prepared to deal with any sudden developments. Amelia's gaze remained fixed on the darkness below, as the aura drew nearer and became increasingly distinct.

His angel knew how to play games. "You want to play games hn?" He moved dragging her towards the car. "Let me show you my games." He said as he opened the car door for her. Ava's smirk vanished as red alarms started buzzing around him. She forgot she was messing with the demon but the thought she ruled over his heart and mind she relaxed a little. What he can do to me at most? "My games are little dirty hope you don't mind that?" He smirked rushing the car towards their small cottage. Saying he grabbed he exposed thigh as her breath hitched.

Scott was lifted up out of his seat and hurled across the bridging marks and through the blue flames as they dipped low and dumped down within the pentacle. The flames instantly came back to full life, leaping up several feet in the air and giving out an intense heat that made Scott flinch back and cry out hoarsely as his mortal flesh was scorched. His throat still swollen and so unable to speak he garbled in distress, scrambling up to his knees, his eyes wide with terror as he looked up at Basille directly in front of him. “Demand nothing of me, Demon Lord!” Ruben growled fiercely. “I do not fear you like this pathetic mortal! Bastetia stays here so I suggest you come up with something that

I can't place where exactly. Vincent Halstead, the Devil of Deals. Was that the same man I met? This elusive Devil just handed me a kitten? “I don't know, what if it's not him?” “There's only one way to find out,” Seraphina sighs. “What do you think though? Did he have the devilish aura?” “Oh he had more than the aura. He looked like he stepped out of hell or something—” The door opens and Charles walks in. “Sera, I'll call you back.”

A strange gleam flickered in the Sheikh's eyes as he spoke, his deep voice breaking the silence: Shams al-Duhur: In a small town, there once lived a sect of corrupt humans who gathered the innocent and slaughtered them as sacrifices to demons. But the demons betrayed them, killing each one and leaving no bodies behind. Their blood filled a vast pit beneath this very town—a pit dug by the devil himself, which became a lake of human blood, fed daily by the endless violence of wars and accidents. From this curse, Malik was born. The devil claimed to be a soldier on Earth and sent him to fill that lake with blood without end. No human being can stop him or uncover his true nature.

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 wanted how I feel to sink into him, let him feel me more. And that terrified me. Because I didn’t know if I was manipulating him anymore... or just falling for him. Every time I moved, he let out a new sound. A grunt. A curse. A prayer. “Tamara,” he rasped. “Fuck, baby, you’re gonna ruin me.” “You’re already ruined,” I whispered, leaning down to kiss him. “I learned this from you.” He smirked, eyes glassy. “You learned this shit from me?”