The Devil Below 2 Novels & Stories

Sliver pov {the devil rules} I shoulf have been terrified enough to run away like before, instead I couldn’t move. The man near the alter watched me in complete silence, his unreadable expression as rain fell hard on the church scared windows behind us. My instinct screamed danger, bloody not because he screamed at me or threatened me but because he looked like someone who would never do so. I suddenly felt pain in my throat. “i-I’m so sorry” I whispered quietly. “ I was just desperately looking for somewhere to hide”

How dare they let their voice reach outside the room? “You both have guts to talk sh*t behind my back, hm?” he coldly said, ignoring the shock as if a dirt in their faces. He smiled, not reaching his eyes, a warning to their inappropriate display in a sacred golden room, “You're ignorance to even secured the place for damn talk-shit is what's make you both a powerless. Bare in mind, you're not the devil here, it's me!” He looked at the young man, a very man of Denever who immediately recover from shock.

His face didn’t hold any emotion like sadness or whatnot, but from his eyes, I could read it all. My lips parted at the realization. Was he really apologizing to me? Alejandro? The man whose authority could move mountains at will? The man they call IL DIAVOLO? ~The devil Was I dreaming? Yeah, maybe. That definitely had to be it. Never in a million years would Alejandro ever admit that he was wrong. No. I moved back a little to be sure I heard him correctly. “What?” I asked, and as if that snapped him back to reality, he frowned.

Metal clings to the air in a rustic fashion. The echoing sound of her sabatons breeching the air caught the attention of everyone that is there. All their eyes gaze upon her like she was their goddess. Adae voice changes from a laid-back and centered tone into one that is much more serious some would even say it’s a dark pitch that only true listeners can decode her proper meaning. “There is, however another knight among our ranks that venture through the abyss. Deep down, beneath the crashing waves of untold, parallel danger is a realm of death. Inside this existence, you will find enemies on all corners. Foes that that know you, know your family, your friends, your loved ones.” The Jinova’

His words only made Nora run faster as she cried invisible tears. God! Why couldn’t she just stop getting herself into trouble with the devil? The end…

DOOM’S POV My shoulder still throbbed like a bastard, but I refused to let it show. I swapped my usual suits for a simple black shirt and a pair of tailored shorts, unbuttoned just enough to tease. It was warm tonight, and Sally liked casual Doom, something about seeing the devil without armor made her smile, maybe because it made her feel closer. The dining room lights were dimmed low, casting a golden warmth across the mahogany table. Candlelight flickered beside the fine china, and soft instrumental jazz hummed from the walls. I had told the staff to stay far away, tonight was ours.

Let the drama begin. “It’s been hard to be bad,” he said in a pitiful voice, “I don’t have the respect or help I used to have. Quotas to meet, monthly horned head counts, dream appearances, worshipping hours, and pacts in exchange for crappy souls. I’m only one Devil!”

He stalked out of the cage, past the thick steel door, his boots echoing against the cement floors as he emerged into the shadowy underbelly of The Devil’s Den — the club's true face. Above ground, it looked like any other elite lounge: clean lines, pulsing lights, and perfect cocktails. But below? That’s where his world came alive. Where billionaires crawled in with leashes, kings knelt before pain, and women sold not just their bodies—but their souls. A haven of ruin. A kingdom of dominance. And Hunter Groves ruled it all. The music deepened to a sultry bass. Strobes flickered red. He walked past cages where bodies tangled in ritualistic madness and sex, past silk curtains that shielded el

Slow mornings with the devil. Who knew hell could feel this good?

She thought they were going back to the room she’d woken in, but instead, he stopped at a blank wall. Without a word, he pressed a hidden panel. A quiet beep was followed by the soft hiss of a concealed door sliding open, revealing a narrow staircase spiraling down. Ayra blinked. “Another basement? Are you kidding me? Seriously?” Lucian’s amused tone carried over his shoulder. “Thoroughness is a habit.” At the bottom, the space opened into what could only be described as an underground garage. The polished floors gleamed under dim overhead lights, and a single car platform dominated the center.