The Devil You Know The Devil You Don't Mga Nobela at Kwento

“I’m going to bury myself inside of you until you collapse from exhaustion!” Inner Devil: ‘Ahhh! I want! I want!’ Inner Devil 2: ‘What? I guess it’s time to schedule my funeral. I’m dying a happy woman! Someone tell my parents, I lived a fruitful life!’

It was still confusing but I got the gist of the message. THE DEVIL'S BIBLE. What. The. Actual. Fuck.

That devil seems to have multiple personalities. Duh?!

"Why didn't your friend apply for it?" "How am I supposed to know" I countered "I'm sorry I mean I don't know why" I apologized immediately realizing my mistake. Everyone in the room stared at me in shock while he just stared at me with no emotion on his face. "Tell us about yourself" the woman spoke What do I know about myself, I thought. "Well I'm a very hardworking lady, I mean at this point in my life I work four jobs and I do them diligently because I'm happy" That's a huge lie I thought

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.”

"Who is this?" "Someone who knows how this game works. Someone who's watched others try to fight publicly and fail." A pause. "The headlines about you will peak today. By tomorrow, something else will dominate the news cycle. By next week, you'll be old news. But only if you stay silent." "How do you know..." "I know because I've seen this pattern before. Seraphina's pattern. She destroys, then moves on. But only if her target stays destroyed." The voice shifted slightly. "If you disappear now, completely, she'll think she won. She'll get careless."

It rang, and rang, then I remembered he didn't like to pick up unknown numbers and just as I was about to hang up… "Who the hell is this?" His voice came through, deep, cold, and familiar. It rolled through my chest like thunder. I swallowed. "Dante." I called and there was instant silence, then a sharp inhale. "…Princess." He was the only one who ever called me that and to the rest of the world, he wasn’t Dante. He was Doom... The name whispered in fear, the shadow in every dark alley and the monster Mafia boss parents warned their kids about.