The Devil As Intentions Novels & Stories

The way her eyes had gone blank and resigned. And somehow it hurt me. I threw the cigar into the ashtray and watched the ember die. The smoke dissipated into nothing and I stood there in the dimly lit room and I felt something I had not felt in twenty years. Guilt. I crushed the thought immediately. I did not feel guilt. I did not feel anything. I was Alessandro De Vercelli, the Devil of Vercelli, and devils did not feel guilt over words spoken to an auctioned slave.

"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.

Cassian’s hands gripped her ass, spreading her as he watched himself disappear inside her again and again. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful,” he groaned. Sera reached between her legs and rubbed her clit while bouncing on him. When she came, her walls fluttered around his cock, triggering his own powerful release. They cleaned up, dressed in power suits, and prepared for war. But something fundamental had shifted between them in the night. The devil was no longer just kneeling. He was beginning to worship.

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.

She closed her eyes violently, hesitating with all her faith and complete confidence in the truth: "The devil is delusional in his strength and tyranny in front of the weak in faith and religion, the devil is weak in front of the strong in will and faith. The devil's weevil does not lead the righteous believers, and the devil's weevil is nothing but an illusion that lays a veil on the weak minds of Satan, who feeds on our weak minds. Souls of the weak without will and faith, I am not weak, I do not believe in Satan and his followers. He yelled at her, filling his throat, squeezing her neck so violently, holding her breath, "Stop, shut up, you damned, shut up, or I will rip out your tongue a

“In fact, I don't even think about it while I'm doing it. I did not cause the earthquake intentionally. It was unfortunate, and I do regret the damage it caused. The Geraldine pack, well, it's just the way how things must happen. In order for me to retain my power, I need to consume souls. And they happened to be the closest to me.” “There were children in that pack,” I roar. “Babies! How could you kill babies?” “Well, if I left them, they're just going to grow up as orphans anyways,” the devil replies in a droll, uninterested tone. “To me, there's no difference between a child and a grown man. A child would grow up to be an adult, and an adult was once a child. They both hold the same weigh

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

"But 3Samuel has entered the devil and has lost his mind. I'm afraid..." "What is it called a devil? What is it called Dao? As long as you have a good intention, even a devil will be a Dao. If you have an evil intention, a god will be a devil, a devil will be a dDao, a Dao will be a devil. It is just a matter of one's will." The sweeping old man laughed softly. "One Thought Heaven? One Thought Hell?" the Eight Desolations Heavenly Book smiled.

When he took a step toward me, I took a step away from him. We continued the pattern until I was trapped between his body and the wall. "Why?" I whispered. Why exactly was he acting in the opposite ways? By now, I already understood that he was intentionally doing all of these to drive me insane. This man -The Devil, knew that I expected him to torture me, break me, mend me, only to break me again and continue the process until I was too broken to be mended. He knew I didn't expect a single moment of kindness from him.

"But for many, it is even a greater sin to knowingly live possessed by the devil." "Oh, please," Sheri snorted. "Possessed by the devil is nothing more than a semantic excuse for not having any self-control and giving in to baser instincts that harm yourself and/or others. Being weak is not being possessed by the devil, if there is even such an entity, it's just being weak and using the devil as the bogeyman to blame for that weakness."