The Devil's Cage Novels & Stories

Stood in the darkroom later looking at the print and knowing, with the certainty of someone who had spent years learning to see what was actually in a frame, that this was not a photograph of a mug. My phone rang. Caller ID: D. Javier. I answered. “Yes?” “There’s a site in Red Hook,” he said, without preamble. “One of the conversion projects. The building is a 1940s cold storage facility. The original walk-in vault is still in place — fourteen-foot ceilings, original steel racks, condensation patterns on the walls from decades of temperature differential that look like — “ he paused, and I heard in the pause that he’d actually been in the building, actually been looking at it with me in mind

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.

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 asked inquisitively. “Devils Night is our favorite night of the year, a night of mischief. It started in Detroit but has spread so far beyond all of that. It is a night to celebrate being young and free, a night to have a little fun. I don’t see anything wrong with that.” she was hanging on my every word. It was all true but there was another reason for the name. Devil’s night was also Synestra’s birthday. “One final question, what do you think about the protests and people saying you somehow brainwash your fans with your music?” she asked and I could tell she thought this was a hard hitting question. I decided to have a little fun with her.

His eyes turned dark with a deadly emotion, his face lost the softness it was holding a few seconds ago and his lips curled into a wicked smirk as a psychotic glint flashed in his dark eyes. His harsh breath slapping her face as he dangerously leaned on her while his fingers making circles on her cheek steadily "I am not a generous man, you will want to go and I will let you go, in fact I am not a good man at all, I am Satan who can give you anything at a single flicker of your eyes but if you try to run away from me, I will not hesitate to tie you to my bed in my room for the rest of your life. Just enjoy the privilege that I am giving you, do not provoke the devil that I have chained deep

They got into the car and drove off, leaving the past behind, but never forgotten. Meanwhile, at the Cage mansion, a different kind of life was happening. Devon had just come back from the office, his face tired and grim. He was a CEO, a husband and a father, but he was also a stranger to the woman he was married to. The bidding for the big project was underway and that stressed him so much. Due to some bad decisions of Damien in the past when he schemed his way to the title, well so he thought as the truth was that Devon let him have it. But after all his rubbish, Devon had to step in again to fix things and save the company from a point of bankruptcy and this project was the first step tow

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

"Demons are never to be trusted and to make a deal with one comes with a heavy price" "Maybe she sold out her soul" Cage joked. "Maybe.... Then there is Devaro, a subject of the corruption. Is he to be trusted?" "He already said he wants the demons and his mother out and to rule rightfully and we did drink that vile yuck to seal the deal", he let out a shiver of disgust "Aww still a baby about that, are we Micky". I pout my lip while playfully flattering my eyes dramatically at him. Cage pushed me backward on the queen sized bed with force, I almost got lost in the soft feather duvets and many pillows.

Cassien was just as tall as the Devil, physically they were equally matched, Cassien did not spare even a morsel of fear for the Devil and his fearless spirit and the Devil's boiling hot temper, provided a perfect, fertile ground for the germination of grisly, bloody war. I prayed endlessly for a distraction to usher itself in and disseminate the suffocating animosity because I could not do anything to keep them from fighting. The Devil clenched his jaw, looking extremely sexy as he hewed Cassien to pieces with the most mordant glare. His eyes were a deep red, monster mode was on and that incited the least sensible reaction out of me. It was a pleasure to watch him in his deadliest state, ju

I’d seen enough death for my mind to fill in the blanks. “We know it was The Devil, because of the name on the list?” I ask, shifting in my seat. Chels hums. And then she shoves something under my nose, a photo of something. I pluck it and bring it close to my face to be able to make out the blackened caricature of the devil. Two horns on a round face, a fork for tail. A shivered gasp leaves me. “The Devil’s calling card.” She nods. Only very proud killers stake their claims so proudly. All these while, The Devil hadn’t staked a claim to any of his kills. Not one.