Novel & Cerita The Devil's Angel

"Shit! Turns out he wanted to cheat?" The devil smiled bitterly. "You look weak, brother, after becoming a life-taking holy creature." Said the devil bragged. "Don't be arrogant, I haven't lost to you." Said angel resisted the demon's stick. The demon's body pushed him back a few steps. This time, the angel attacked first when the devil let his guard down. Traaang .. the devil managed to hold his brother's scythe wand. Then... Buuk. the devil kicked the angel hard in the stomach until it bounced and,

Said the angel one while kicking the devil's ass. "Wait, Wait, you're so mean!" The devil Yman cried while trying to cover his face using his hands. "Back off, you sissy! Go back inside your mama's p***y!" Said the angel Yman while raining punches towards the devil one with a background sound of hora hora hora. Yman shook his head slightly to get rid of the quarreling duo in his mind.

asked Valencia, now calmer to accept some of the information Zean was giving her. "Sister Alexa, your other identity is Angel of Death, a leader of an underworld organization called The Devil. An organization engaged in the illegal arms business and the like. And the organization you lead was ranked first in the list of best businesses at least two years ago. Due to your disappearance, The Devil has been on hiatus for the past two years." Zean explained slowly and calmly to keep Valencia from getting depressed. Valencia was shocked at first, and she almost experienced the same symptoms as a while ago. But Zean patiently guided Valencia to breathe slowly until Valencia was able to organize he

"God was so furious, that he decided to eliminate everyone but still, not all were completely tainted as some few were still intact... He put aside the good ones and flushed everything out, rebuilding the earth once again. Those angels who fell from God's glory because of their sins were sent to hell, and so was the devil" " The earth starts once again, in light, love and harmony... But, sin was not completely eradicated as a child was conceived which was of sin, the generation moved on but non knew of the existence of an angel born of sin in the mist of humans until hundreds of thousands of years after, the angel fell for a human male and conceive of a baby, born to be the devil's bride" th

A dark tall masculine figure appeared. When I thought I'll have no companion for the rest of my life, he came. I don't who sent him here. I don't know how he found his way to me. I don't know why he came. But I knew one thing he came for me. He came to this graveyard to find me. The devil came to find his girlfriend. People say when the almighty puts you in the darkness he doesn't forget to send sunshine. The devil to the world was my sunshine. He was light to my darkness. Warmth to my cold.

He leans in closer, his hot breath fanning my face as he looked down at me. "I think you are mistaken about something, little one. You belong to me. You were mine from the moment you clung to me desperately begging for help. But you weren't saved by some hero, a knight in shining armor who would do your bidding and just accept it when you tell him no. No darling, I'm the devil and you are mine.” With this his lips crashed down against mine.

“Of course he does. The Devil always does.” He blinked at her, unsure if she was joking. She leaned in slightly, adjusting the collar near his neck as she whispered, “Listen to me, cher garçon. The Devil cannot be understood, nor can he be coerced. You may think he loves, you may think he destroys, but really, it is all the same to him. It is all just… instinct.” Her eyes flicked toward Kain, who was now idly folding a page from one of his documents into neat, exact creases. “Keep your guard, mon ange. Always. You will be fine if you remember that.”

Instead of the hollow sound of wood, I hear a soft click. A compartment opens. Inside lies a black notebook. Untitled, unmarked, just the initials V.M. etched in fading ink. Vittorio Moretti. I open it slowly. No dates. No numbers. Just a list of names, some crossed out, some circled. And beside one name, scrawled in darker ink, two words that make my stomach tighten: Blood Pact. I stare at it, my pulse steady but my hands clenched. Blood Pact. The term my father used for alliances sealed by death, promises that only ended when one party was buried.

It all began when the devil was first sent out of the heavens. He had wandered on earth in loneliness until he found a human woman who loved and accepted him the way he was. She was bonded to him, and she hoped that he'd turn away from his evil ways, but it wasn't easy to get the devil to turn a new leaf. He went on with his deceitful behavior, and the woman left him when she couldn't take it anymore. She eloped with a human male, but she discovered that she was pregnant with the devil's son. She tried everything to terminate the pregnancy, but it didn't work out well for her, and when she finally had the baby, she threw him into the forest, hoping he'd die there. But, the devil found his so

He turns the stairs wondering if Christian will run down to sit beside his now awake sister but after a few seconds he reclines more to the thought that he might be sleeping. He turns to them again and then nods to acknowledge Laurel as she gulps, nodding back…soft but acknowledging. He opts to sit beside Gabriel, now facing the family with a questionary eye. The devil and the healer. Feels like judgment day. “Hi, Laurel, do you know who I am?” he leans forward after getting a reassuring nod from Gabriel. Laurel nods.