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He tried to run away from the feelings he has for her and yet here he is still smitten, still head over heels in love with a dead girl. Devon has just sold his soul to the devil.

You can’t even take a single hit. “Now, now, Derrick. Don’t leave me so quickly. The fun has just started and you don’t want me to get bored now, do you?” I whistled and my eyes glowed red under the darkness. Derrick trembled as he witnessed that, “Who–who are you?” My grin widened, “I am the She devil. Nice to meet you.” *************************************

I honestly cannot picture the Devil being much worse than this man that ice seen do despicable things to his wife that he claims to love and to his biological daughter, the Devil will have to bring some mean competition to beat this man. "I'll do you one, you don't mess up my deal I don't mess up your mother, do we have an agreement?" He offers like the Devil he is, he mock offers a handshake and I refuse to touch him, he insists, staring me deep in the eyes with his palm stretched out toward me, tired of the eye contact I reach out and shake the old Devil's wrinkled hand.

The devil spoke with a mocking tone, "My beautiful visitors, I think you were dying to see me. Now I’m here, but I was in the middle of something. I suppose I’ll have to finish it in front of you." With that, the devil lifted the barely conscious woman, preparing to deliver a fatal blow. Zack sprang into action, using all the strength he could muster to punch the devil. At the same time, Petra threw a knife-like device at the devil’s arm. This device, crafted by the Angels of the Burning Sun’s science tech team, had the power to break bones in ordinary humans. However, it only managed to scratch the devil slightly, though it was enough to make him release the woman.

Two more breaths were heard, but the devil was not interested, his whole body and eyes only on Isabella. He knew he loathed humans, but this girl's invitation was fucking tempting. A human could lure a devil was impossible, but the way the devil was drawn toward Isabella could make someone think twice. "My prey," the devil's voice growled and his nail was about to touch his prey's cheeks when the devil's nose smelled an inhuman smell, and he was well aware of it. His eyes fell on the same dress Isabella has wore in the morning which was on the table near the bed. His hand reached to the dress and brought it near his nose and at that time his horn emerged on his head while his hand burned tha

“You look beautiful. That’s why you can’t entertain me.” The woman held the devil’s arm. The latter’s expression instantly darkened. “I don’t like your touch. Take your hand off me before I chop it off.” “You crazy son of a bitch!” she hissed and let go. His Grace just grinned and waved goodbye. He was about to walk away when he heard the human whisper something. “That wench! If I see her again, I will scratch her face! How dare that filthy woman spoil the fun?!” In an instant, the human coughed up blood. The devil glared at her. “I am the only one who is allowed to bully her. Say those words one more time and I’m going to rip your throat. Now, get out! All of you!”

"Be as soft as The ANGELS But as dark as The DEVILS When it's the right time" NISHMA .. .. [•16+ mature content] Withering in pain, frustration, and embarrassment crawled upon her as Nishma's body shook uncomfortably in unreleased pleasure. "But You missed it" She heard him saying, mockingly and these words stabbed the heart of DEVIL as a fire enraged her. "Mission accomplished"< Demon spoke in his head and danced at his victory.

LEVITICUS DRAKOVIC RHODES. And the devil fell from the sky, tainting the hearts of men and the souls of the pure. What a crock of bullshit but I tell you, every man, every woman in this little town of joy thinks it. I am the devil. My brothers and I are the devils. We dare their sons to jump off the ledge, we tempt their daughters to do ‘bad things’, we bribe the sheriff to look the other way and we have the mayor on our payroll jumping as high as we can ask him to.

I wanted to puke but I chose to force back the bile that was threatening to come out and tried to look calm as I placed the grocery bags on the kitchen’s slab. It was a last minute thought to shorten my time with the devil and explain my absence from the dorm. “Your Highness, what can I get for you ?” I asked as I took out two glasses. “Just get your pretty self here, boy. I missed you,” the devil purred, which was more like a disgusting grunt which creeped me out but I knew better than to disobey this perv*rted bastard. I let his filthy lips and hands touch me, burning my skin painfully with his evil and impure touches.

Instead of the hollow sound of wood, I hear a soft click. A compartment opens. Inside lies a black notebook. Untitled, unmarked, just the initials V.M. etched in fading ink. Vittorio Moretti. I open it slowly. No dates. No numbers. Just a list of names, some crossed out, some circled. And beside one name, scrawled in darker ink, two words that make my stomach tighten: Blood Pact. I stare at it, my pulse steady but my hands clenched. Blood Pact. The term my father used for alliances sealed by death, promises that only ended when one party was buried.