The Devils Fire Novelas e Histórias

I felt a protective barrier enveloping me; my skin didn’t burn, and I remained on my knees in the mud, holding Claire, while Jayden and beta Nickolas remained trapped in the muck with the unconscious twins. The devil clapped his hands, and Ruth's shrieks echoed, piercing the air. "No! I'm burning! Help me!" she cried. Her screams escalated as she burned, until she vanished into thin air. "Bohahaha! Oh no, Ruth dear, no one touches what belongs to me." he laughed in his deep, devilish voice. The ground settled back into mud, but sunlight streamed down upon us. The twins stirred and awoke. The devil rushed to Annabella's side.

The soul of the damned. My body moves, a ball of fire rolls between my hands. Rather than throw it though, the beast merely drops it at the base of a tree. He repeats this several times. The heavy sound of foot falls flitters here and there, but my devil doesn’t give chase. Our long tail flicks around curiously, as if taunting our prey. All too quickly, the forest of the island erupts in flames, the heat forceful and strong. The wind quickly carries the flames and ash to some outlying trees and fully engulfs the floating piece of land into a literal ball of hell fire.

Instead, the ethereal blaze emitted an otherworldly glow, casting an ominous hue that bespoke its divine origin. The searing, radiant flames bore a spectral quality that defied the physical realm, scorching Belphegor's very spirit while leaving his corporeal form unscathed. It was a manifestation of Holy Fire, an awe-inspiring testament to the wrath of the divine. The demons, typically unyielding in the face of terror, stood transfixed and aghast, their very essence trembling in the presence of such unfathomable power.

Swearing and calling us devils, just makes me smile. “We’re devils, so you should be aware, that devils never stop. Never quit, and don’t burn in the inferno we just walk through it, now speak.” My words taunt him and he nods, he looks like he might puke, or pass out, either isn’t good. “They are using Daisy.” “We know that already!” Calix’s anger grows and the knife swings removing another finger. Ryan screams again, trying to break free, it’s a useless attempt to escape, my restraints aren’t toys.

It wasn't the first time she had left home that way and remembering the gold old days brought her a sense of nostalgia. She remained in her hotel room for the rest of the approaching 24 hours and on the second night, she decided to let go of herself and have some fun. Dressed in a beautiful silver dress, she found her way into the booming Devil’s Den club. A popular one known around the entire country. The bass of the music thumped against her chest as she made her way towards the bar to get herself a drink straight away. The air was thick with alcohol and cigar, a scent she was extremely familiar with and wasn't affected by it at all.

The Devil doesn’t care. The Devil only wants to see you burn. So, I'll let her have her victory for now. But this wasn't the end. Even if I had to crawl out of this bed, I was going to drag the devil down to hell with me.

"Until we take what we want." And just like that— We’re making a deal with the devil. But the thing about devils? They never see it coming when you burn them first. They have no idea. It just feels like a dream until it actually happens.

Then he pulled a letter from his desk and handed it to me. I read it, my blood running cold. The words were sharp and cruel, filled with hatred and threats. I could feel the venom dripping from every sentence. To the Devil of Vercelli, You have taken what is ours. You have built your empire on the bones of our family. But we are coming for you. We are coming for your wife. We are coming for your son. And we will take everything from you, just as you took everything from us. The Serpents of the South.

In the grainy, black-and-white footage, a young man was walking away from the flames. He wasn't running. He was walking with a slow, possessive grace. He stopped at the edge of the screen and looked back at the burning building. It was Devi. He hadn't saved her family from the fire. He was the one who had lit the match. He had spent a decade protecting her from a bad situation he had created himself. "You bastard," Cali gasped, her grumpy face contorting into a mask of pure, lethal rage. Suddenly, the door clicked open.

The bed is burning, the curtains are falling, the flames are spreading rapidly! The priest rushes toward the room, followed by Hussein, Amal, Sophia, and Miranda. He enters first, standing steadily before the blazing fire. The priest (raising his voice defiantly): So you set the room on fire, you demons?! Do you think you can frighten me with your tricks? I came to banish you from this house. And this fire you lit will consume you instead! Soon you will be nothing but ashes scattered by the wind. What you have done is nothing but the devil's deception—and the devil's deception is weak!