Novel & Cerita The Devil In Her Dreams

It was a message from the devil himself, Shea. 'Devon, do you believe in the supernatural?' I nearly choked on my popcorns when I read the message. I hesitated before typing a reply. 'Yeah I guess' His reply popped up on the screen of my phone, shortly. 'Call me crazy but I've been seeing things. Things that I don't understand' I desperately wanted to ignore his messages but I couldn't. 'What have you been seeing?' 'I have strange dreams. I've been dreaming about you. Can I ask you something?'

It is when I start to dream that my slumber goes downhill. In my dreams, I chase the man with my wallet. We are in the alley, he has my wrist and my arms begin to burn. My blood pumps like lava, black veins wrapping up my limbs like vines and I screech as my skin sears. In the darkness, a handsome devil watches with dark blank eyes. He is unohaded by my suffering, even when I cry to him, the only bystander, to help me. I thrash about and try to pry myself free of the monster holding my wrists, when suddenly he becomes a bear. A huge, red eyed, demonic bear and he bellows in my face with yellowed razor teeth. I hear a scream thst I know is my mother's, and as I turn away in useless guilt, the

‘Dream, dream sweet beautiful maiden, dream of a wonderful dream, but if you wake up a priest beside you, headless and poor, will take what’s left of you. Thinking for a second as she smiles nodding her head and excitedly jumps, she calls. “I understand, I do, I do. It’s her, it’s my mother, Daniela.” Giggling at the end as she started to hum and dance along with the lullaby that somehow depicts the sins and darkness of the world that everyone is dwelling upon, as this very world is no other than the Prince of Hell’s paradise and ruling one. She started to sing the same song and the same words that tell a game, regret, desire, and death in a mix of lies and wishes.

Her mother and father have always brought her different kinds of strange gifts whenever it was her birthday. She never understood why they would give her such. But, she always appreciated the gifts. However, she has always left with a turbulent spirit afterward. On her 18th birthday, her mother gave her a golden image of the supposed devil. It was so bright and beautiful that it lit up a room, the moment it came into contact with her. She was confused by this incident and she never found the answer as to why the image of the devil was given to her and why it lit up upon coming in contact with her.

I took a glance at Valerian and saw him already staring at me. When I agreed to what he wanted in exchange for his life after I fulfill what he requires, will it be all worth it? Will it finally be enough for my father? Will I finally be free? When I entered his lair thinking I can handle him, was I right? Can I really handle this devil and what he is capable of doing? “Did you do that?” I asked, spitting the words like poison. He creased his forehead. “What?” “Did you--”

They would be damned if they let her light go out. While her siblings represented her angel wings, the side filled with devils was the side packed with the ones she called her friends. Darla, Marianne, and many more that Liviana would prefer to pretend never existed. It was easier not thinking of all the people she shouldn't of trusted, but did. They were mistakes- the snakes that had fallen in her lap and slowly sunk their teeth into her flesh. It was agonizing. Feeling their teeth sink into her skin and their venom into her blood was hell. So then, why didn't she fight? Why didn't she stop them? Why did she enjoy it? Because her biggest devil of all was him. All him. And for him, she would

Mom asks out of partial curiosity as she sinks into the couch, her legs crossed on the island table. "She's old, full of wrinkles, and can barely lift a cup, and me?" I give a little twirl, "I am young, succulent, and beautiful. A typical Aphrodite's rebirth and might I add, a goddess in bed." I wink at the last part and she makes a gagging expression. "You need prayers, Adelina," she shakes her head, "In fact, you are a lost cause. A full session of exorcism can't even save you."

Then she muttered, almost to herself, “What’s going on… Jesus.” Did she really not know it was him? A cruel idea popped into his head. His lips curled into a smirk as he said. “It’s not Jesus, It’s the devil.” his voice dropped some octaves as he purposely deepened it. Her voice trembled as she whispered, “What? No. Is this a dream?” pure horror was clear in her tone. Luciano didn’t answer right away. Then, in a tone that was almost gentle, he said, “It might be. But you better not open your eyes… unless you want to see the devil in your dreams.”