The Desolations Of Devil's Acre Novels & Stories

Tyr remained silent for a moment before murmuring, “Are ghosts and evil spirits real in this world?” While Tyr was in doubt, he noticed dark clouds suddenly appearing over God Valley. Following that, an enormous devilish face appeared in the sky. It was so large that it obscured both the sky and the sun. The devilish face squashed down from the air as if the hideous devil was about to swallow the entire God Valley. Just then, Tyr noticed a massive talisman emerge from Jim’s side, fly up into the air, and land squarely on the devilish face. Purple flames erupted in the sky while miserable screams reverberated across the island.

"Please wake up, please see what he is making you do. I hunger for your cock, Soot-walker. I crave your body pressed against mine. Your will stealing my very breath. But not here, not in this vile place." Again, he knew he was so far from how the sacred perfect Doll would soothe his Hades. As soon as he had the thought he heard a sickening crack coming from his body, weaker bones were starting to give way and his spine felt like it might be trying to come out of his back. He dug his fingers into the strange black sand and with great effort and risking snapping his wrist he threw a handful in Hades's face, hoping to momentarily blind him and maybe break the hold the Black Devil had on him. Th

Sera was stunned as she watched Acheron disappear into the darkness. It was like, She just made a deal with the real devil, and she had no way out. . . .

Dust was surrounded him and he was caughing a mouthful of blood. His vision was blurry, yet before he lose consciousness, the winds was on a fury as it roared through the dust that was poisonous at this point, “You dare to run havoc with such a lowly curses, you Devil! You have no fear, yet you seem to not remembering where you stood, you Devil!” That sudden, the dust was screaming when suddenly, a massive force guide them through the land below. “For your all the eternity plan, you still able to make such a mistake on coming back, you Devil! How a pity I was just on my misery, I could have chained you to that miserable darkness for such eternity you trying to behold!”

​Before turning into the narrow side streets leading to her apartment building, he spotted her from afar. ​It was her... a small bundle of brokenness and despair sitting on the cold pavement of the main avenue. She sat there beneath the pale light of a lamppost, pulling her knees tightly to her chest in a desperate attempt to hide from the world and from the night air battering her body, exposed by her light loungewear.

The creaking of the giant double doors sent a wave of fear through the chained-up man and gestured that it was a sign for him to stop what he was doing, but the fear quickly morphed into a burning rage. The doors swung open, revealing a man whose body is chiseled to perfection. His dark suit wrapped around his body, his green eyes devoid of emotion as he surveyed the scene. This was Lucien Belucci, the man known as the Devil’s Incarnate, the most infamous name in the mafia world dubbed devil’s incarnate for being cold, merciless, and having no regard for life. “I knew you’d betray me. Bastardo!” the chained-up man snarled in a thick Italian accent, the veins in his neck standing out in rage.

1000 years later It was in the middle of winter, in the year of the rabbit. Terrified screams filled the night air as the sky in the human world suddenly turned red, but this didn't last a second before it returned to its original form. Before the eyes of everyone a new star appeared beside a red star called the “ devil's star ” causing a great uproar. All these signs remain unknown to a group of people hiding somewhere in the palace of DeHaven. KINGDOM OF DEHAVEN.

I think. Midway through the set he stops. Stands center stage. The music cuts. "I want to try something new tonight." His voice echoes through the arena. "A song I've never performed live before." The crowd goes wild. "It's called Empty." My breath catches. That's what he told me this morning. That he felt empty. The music starts. Slow. Haunting piano. He begins to sing and twenty thousand people go completely silent. The lyrics are devastating. About losing yourself. Pretending to be okay when you're falling apart inside.

His eyes glowed angrily, beneath the forced calmness. "But her eyes--" "I didn't say I didn't have it before, I only said it isn't with me anymore " he stated, obviously playing on my intelligence like he always did. "Hence, she does have our eyes because she's bound to me." The way he used 'our' was very unsettling and didn't bode well with me. "So Belinda made a deal with you? And she got her soul back? How?" This was interesting. "Once upon a time, years ago," the Devil started, theatrically, even waving his hands about for dramatic effects. "Belinda Johnson summoned me and decided to trade her soul for a wish, which I so generously gave." He paused.

All she saw was a beautiful part of nature that could not be appreciated anywhere else. “It’s called the Devil’s Mouth because it can swallow and pull in anything that comes within its periphery, and it covers a distance of two kilometres. Unfortunately, I disagree with such a name. It is so beautiful that it should not be given such a title. After all, it only swallows what is not needed.” Delores explained with her hands behind her back. As she spoke, she didn’t forget to state her opinion on the name of this place. She was floating above the sea on a white cloud with Kylie seated next to her. The latter had been stunned by the ride they had come here with, but before she could fully gathe