The Devil's Chair Novels & Stories

Just as I was about to get in, a car drove in from the gate and pulled to a stop right in front of us. My eyes locked on the car and I felt my heart skip a beat. I knew that car and I knew who was going to be in it. It was the particular car I was in the day I came here. A black SUV. The passenger door flew open and my greatest nightmare walked out. Alejandro Delgado. The devil who could apologize one minute and then turned around seconds later to act like he never did. He walked over to us, a frown formed sternly on his face.

They all wanted a taste. Pathetic men who would spend so much on women outside whilst neglecting the emotional needs of their own women. But who was I to judge? At this rate, maybe I could get the devil his six billion in six months. The chair was finally lowered back to its spot. I took on a comfortable position that enabled my eyes to scan round the room. My eyes spotted Lev, but the devil was nowhere to be found. I hated how my heart went heavy when I didn't find the devil.

I whisper in fear. Tsking, and biting his lip, he shakes his head. “Oh, no. Don’t think of it like that,” he says sweetly, his nefarious smile shifting to sweet and beautiful. “I’m just a fragment of dust of what you may term as the devil. So small and useless until I’m given instructions by my boss. In this case, Mr. Memphis, otherwise known as Devlin, and the water of power he pours to me in form of instructions, stirs my little particles into a pile of mud and I get my power from him. But for now, I’m nothing more than a human just like you and everyone else in your little world.”

“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.”

He made it to the stairs and started descending, his hand on the railing. That's when he saw something that made him freeze completely. Down in the lounge, sitting on the couch with a laptop open in front of him, was Vito. He was back. And beside him, sitting on the couch, playing with his braids… Was a little girl. The duvet Aiden had been clutching dropped from his shoulders to the floor. He took a step forward, his breath catching in his throat. "Elena?" he whispered.

The Earl shrieked in wonder, "You call her a maiden! She is no maiden. She's a thief! A mercenary, unbelievable thief!" He continued barking while he walked backwards away from them, "She handed her drink to the Earl of Vetcom, said things too daring for any normal Scottish woman and stole food. You would not call such person a mai…" He found himself staggering suddenly, noticing he was just at the edge of a ditch, one he didn't notice because he was too busy shouting. While he found himself falling into it, a hand quickly gripped around his hard and tight. Gently, that same hand pulled him up, straight back to his balance. And it was the devil herself.

The man informed to his boss right on the time. The man on the other side just let out a chuckle which didn't fail to give chills to the people beside him. It was scary, his laugh! It was more scary than a viper. No wonder they call him HADES!, The Devil. "Hmm, she's missing? Right when I'm finding her, Interesting! Very interesting!" his smirk widened as he leaned against his chair majestically after hanging up the phone. "Please, Spare me. I'm sorry I wouldn't try to spy on you again. I wouldn't even live in this country anymore. Please I beg you."

It was the cave where he chased after Wesley. The corpses did not respond to the light. They were all looking at the Devil’s Flower. Kiran had confirmed that the Chieftain’s basement led to this place. After a moment of hesitation, the corpses walked toward the Devil’s Flower and started devouring huge mouthfuls of it. The Devil’s Flower was bright red and juicy-looking, making it look like they were drinking blood. It was a terrifying sight. Kiran observed quietly, wanting to see if there were any changes in the corpses.