The Devil's Cage Novels & Stories

He chuckles making his chest vibrate. "Let me tell you a story. " This make her look up at him. He looks back . The various lights from the carnival make his eyes sparkle. "There was a devil ,you know an evil person.Then he saw an angel and wanted to have her. No cage her! he waited for many years to have her in his cage. He watched her to age into a beautiful girl. he watched her from far away! The devil inside of him couldn't wait anymore and was always planning to cage her , possess the angel. So he went with the plan to bring her in his dark cage and never let her go!"

"Stop that now! We don't do that here, we pray in Lucifer's name. Now quick, go in." Ryan just stood there shaking like a jellyfish before he entered into the devil's chamber. Ryan was shocked beyond words. He didn't know the devil's chamber will be as scary as this. He cursed the day he stepped his for on the sacred mountains, he wished he just ignored the mountain without giving it a second look. He tried to figure out a way of leaving the devil's chamber but he couldn't, immediately he entered, the door was automatically locked. The room was dark and it smelt of blood, fresh blood and stale blood. Everything on the room was in red and black except some human skeletons and bones dangling o

“Nothing much. It’s quite empty and got some weird shit engraved on the walls and oh, it also happens to be my prison cell!” “The room was not supposed to be a prison, Callista, you were free to roam outside of it,” the devil replies in a lofty tone. “You cannot escape the compound without the guidance of a devil. Only a devil can open the doorway, so I don't fear you trying to escape.” “Yeah, I realized,” I mutter, getting up from where I was sprawled on.

GENEVIEVE The moment Caleb left his room, I looked at the bouquet in my hands. It was cheap nonsense. They weren't ugly, exactly, but they certainly weren't what I expected from someone who was supposed to be my fiancé. I rolled my eyes and threw them into the trash. Caleb had always been too sentimental for his own good. But I had never tolerated Caleb because I was madly in love with him. He had his uses. He was always fucking good in bed. His family had money, so he wasn't dead weight. Not to mention, he was really good-looking.

“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.”

The teacher replied that this was a class about the country's history, not about Catholicism and such. "But, sir, fallen angels exist, right?" he asked. I raised my gaze since that question, for some reason, caught my interest. "Obviously, Mark, they are demons now," the somewhat exasperated teacher replied. "But are they on Earth in human form or are they spirits?" "Spirits." "How can you be so sure?" the boy insisted. "It's in the Bible, Mark, I recommend you read it; you'll find many of your questions there." "I've always thought fallen angels are like you and me, the fallen ones, of course, because the angels of light, I believe, are spirits. If the fallen ones are on Earth, why wouldn't

“I've helped you get the immortality you desire, and now I'm helping you again, controlling Barbara so that she can kill the victims that you will make sacrifices for me.” Reksa stepped forward, approaching Hugo with a breath that smelled like a mixture of sulfur and wet tar. The devil gripped the Cursed's shoulder, making him grit his teeth in the pain and heat from Reksa's hands. Within seconds, Reksa's form was no longer human, but like a real devil, flaming red and black. Hugo's shoulders slowly smoked, but not the slightest sign of fire could come out.

The Russians have done things far worse than we have. Especially Semion aka the devil. He has no weakness, is very intelligent, and has brutal skills on the field. The stories I've heard of him are incredible. He might be the most feared man in the underworld but that inspires me more to be far worse than him. The Italians have studied his moves carefully. Knowing what his witnesses destroyed him but for the past century, we haven't found anything until last month. His precious daughter. He's done a great job hiding his daughter from us but now that she's soon to reach her 20s and searching for a husband. This is our opportunity to take him down.

He backed and saw the new portrait hanging in front of him; Her nipples clamped while her legs parted with the spreader bar. But the Devil was not done yet. “I want you to say those words to me, Adele.” She quenched, listened but didn’t answer him. The next thing she heard was a vibrating sound coming from behind her back. “No, no, no, Decker,” she begged. She tried to get away, but it was not possible. “This is not what I want to hear,” He pulled her tiny waist at her bare chest and trailed the little monster in her folds. “I am begging you,”

Shadows dragged back to his skin, forced into submission. Apollo stopped inches away. The Devil’s presence swamped him—heat, smoke, and memory. Every breath tasted of Adelaide, of sin, of defeat. He could taste what they had done, burned into every breath. It felt like breathing sacrilege. Caelum’s chest tightened with humiliation and longing. The Devil crouched.