The Devil's Chair Novels & Stories

"You forget that God has nothing to do with this. The devil, however, is very present, and he will do as he pleases, just as you wanted. So, I suggest you shut up and take it all, baby." I can't help but take pride in the way Lily's makeup runs down her face, black streaks painting her cheeks as if she's been crying for days. She's picture fucking perfect, and I look forward to more nights like this. Never in a million years did I think I would ever have this angel in my life. I knew what I wanted and what I would do to make it happen, but for a while, I thought I would have to let her go. I didn't think she would ever forgive me, but she did, and now, she's mine. Who knew that all it took w

I threw on the big, fluffy bathrobe and slippers provided by the hotel, then headed out to the lounge area to devour the delicious food I knew was waiting for me. I was so ready to stuff my face. My heart stopped beating, and I froze when I spotted someone on the couch. They reached over to the lamp on the end table next to the couch and flicked it on. It was the Devil himself. Damiano. “Good evening, Althaia.”

"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

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

* Boom* a very loud like explosion sound was heard from where the devil and Celea fell, the interaction made the whole ground shake and even crack Celea had the upper hand in this fight but the devil isn't gonna give up just like that he then looked in the direction of Azar and Celea let her guard down to make sure Azar is still alive, he was indeed safe, she fell into the devils trap of making her lower her guard he then stood up very fast and stubbed her with his sword

It’s the place where the torture takes place. The paddles, the electric chair and the bed of torture. A bed that was draped in the colour of blood. At the centre of the room, with his back to the door, stood the devil himself. Dressed in an almost identical suit to that of the scorpion, the devil seemed like a person who was ready for a party. But that thought will undoubtedly be thrown out of the window when the Devil’s expression becomes illuminated. The devil’s green eyes were dark in anger, and he had his hands clenched into fists.

I went down on my knees before him, held his gaze and slowly undid his belt. “Let me give you a reward, my big bad boy." His lips cracked slightly apart. He eases himself into the chair, I took out his belt and freed the mighty monster who had been waiting all this while. It had stretched to full length and was rock hard. I gave it a pat. It twitched under my touch. The cap glistened. My throat bobbed. I ran the tip of my tongue over the cap, Valentine drove his hands into my hair and squirmed, “Do it daredevil."

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”

But as their drinks arrived—coffee for him, a cinnamon chai for her—the air shifted. At the table beside them, two women leaned close over their phones, whispering with wide eyes. “…they say it was intentional. A full explosion. No survivors—at least not officially.” “They’re saying it was the Director of the Consortium himself, and his wife. You remember that scandal? The woman with the dress at the balcony seeing off her lover or something?” Ayra stiffened. Her fingers paused on the lip of her cup. Lucian reached over and covered her hand, his touch steady and grounding.

I’d have her to myself for as long as I wished anyway. She slowly walked to the front row where they were and sat between her parents, hugging her mother tightly as they both cried. I found a place to settle somewhere at the back, my eyes never leaving her. A feeling I couldn’t quite understand tugged at my chest as I continued to watch her cry. Was it pity? Or perhaps, was I sad to see her like that? It had to be the former. Either way, I was not supposed to be feeling any of these emotions. I was called the devil for a reason.