The Devil As Intentions Novels & Stories

are gods and goddesses of benevolence and malevolence, and though some are mostly evil, they are seldom completely evil. Their job is to tear things down via disaster, ruination, disease, illness, and death. They are an essential part of the eternal cycle of life, death, and rebirth. Human beings, understandably, seek to avoid these torments as much as possible. Monotheism creates a sharper polarization between good and evil. The one Creator is all-good but permits evil to exist under the direction of an archfi end. We console ourselves with the explanation that evil serves to test and demonstrate our moral fi ber and spiritual worthiness. Our fate in the afterlife—eternal heaven or eternal

But something was different. The fear from last time was not the same as this one. As I struggled for breath, my heart racing wildly, I could only describe what I was feeling in one simple sentence. The devil. It felt like I was staring straight into the eyes of the devil. One without sanity, without an ounce of emotion, without a shred of humanity. The eyes of a man whose only intention was to kill me here—no, not only me. With the killing intent surging around him, I knew I wasn’t going to be the only one he would kill.

' In real those men were gifting his soul to the Devil, and the Devil was that silhouette. And The Devil never accepts a gift which doesn't scream for mercy. ************************** ************************** Guys kindly vote for the book. I hope you all are enjoying the book. Lemme know in the comment section. Love you all!!!

The deposed being was called and referred to as the Devil, and he made it his life's mission to make everything on the earth as bad as he was and because he was the source of all things ugly and bad, human beings had resulted in tagging and branding anything that seemed evil, bad, and even ugly, the devil. In those six years that my dad and I lived in Texas, there was something- one thing in common that I always used to hear a lot of people say about the being called the devil. They all said that his only plans for us human beings were to steal, kill, and destroy. Although the devil had generalized plans, that is, plans that spanned across every single one of us human beings on the earth, re

It is a part of human nature. In my eyes, a person who commits evil acts is the devil himself. There is no outside force, no mysterious entity whispering in their ears, no dark power forcing their hand. The devil is simply the name we give to the worst parts of human nature— the greed, the cruelty, the hunger for control, and the willingness to destroy others for selfish gain. It is not some mystical being hiding in the darkness. It is us. It is me. And if that is the case, then I must be the devil.

With him being a DEVIL? . . . TBC

“After this, you are mine, Sweet little thing. You’ll not be able to run or escape me. Because no matter where you run to, even though I have to turn this world upside down, I will find you and bring you right back to my side because you are bound to me.” I laughed. “Trying to scare me?” He looked almost human to me at that moment. He was trying to save me from himself? I took the pen from him and signed a contract with the Devil. Grinning, I fired his words right back at him. “Sounds like foreplay,” It was surprisingly a sunny day when I later said yes to marrying Damon in sickness and in lies. He said yes too and for a moment I wondered how fitting it was that I wore the black dress. Perha

The way she felt under his hands. He is realizing that the connection he felt—the deep, primal pull—wasn't fate. It was blood. It was the call of the pack. And they twisted it. They perverted it. They turned it into something monstrous. "We didn't know," Ciro says. His voice is devoid of emotion. It is a machine stating a fact. "Does it matter?" Aureliano asks. "Yes," Ciro says. "Intent matters." "God doesn't care about intent," Aureliano says. "Sin is sin."

He was silent for a while before he stood up from his chair stomping towards me. His face devoid of any emotion, it's very hard to tell what was going on in his mind. " You know I will punish you right?" He asked as he grabbed my shoulders. " Yes, Lucifer." I said. " I will send you to the human world " "What!!! why??" Why would my dad send me to cruel world I prefer staying here in hell I tried to, I don't know if he meant what he just said. " You are going there with only strength, your mission there is to slay ten thousand men under one year."

Saint swallowed hard before continuing in his mind, "Lucas, first impressions matter a lot! And hurting your mate is that first f*cking impression of yours. Don't you think this act of yours is not just hurting our mate physically but also mentally. Lucas, you know this very well that people call you a walking devil. But in reality, it's just the two of us who know what you actually are. You are not that cruel, cold or ruthless and also those harsh words that people rub you with. The world has painted a cruel and dark picture of yours. They have shown you as a creature of death who would beat anyone up, kill anyone down just for his own satisfaction. Isn't that what is the definition of a de