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He wasted no time in expressing his fury, his voice a thunderous growl. "Do any of you have any idea what you've brought upon us? Do you have any idea how much business alliances and trusted allies you al have cost me?" The room was paralyzed by his wrath, and none of us dared to meet his eyes. The tension was suffocating, and the fear that had gripped us was almost tangible. The man that stod before me looked nothing like the man I desperately used to crave. This one felt like the real devil, the same one the FBI painted a picture of to me. He didn’t even spare me a glance but i could rarely get the words out of my mouth.

After a few seconds of eye-to-eye battle, he still maintained his silence, leaving Don Basco with no choice but to break the deafening silence between them. “Am I right? What do you think? (Am I, right? What do you think?)” Don Basco questioned; his lips painted with the image of the devil's grin. Without Don Basco's knowledge, the real devil was the young man in front of him—a devil who is hiding in human flesh with an innocent face, waiting for the right moment to attack his enemy and make them feel what hell is like.

If I want to have a baby, I can have it with anyone, not her; the child born to her is not known as a ghost or a demon. I shivered at Vincent's callous words; I stared at him in fear without blinking. "Is that the word of a human?" Vincent smirked, his whole body covered in ice. "You always call me the devil, don't you?" I turned my head and saw Aboli with his eyes closed, his whole body drooping like a lamp that had run out of oil. My mind went blank, I didn't even think about it, so I rushed to bite Vincent's toned arm hard. Not only did I bite, but I also tried to chew it like it was my food.

[Diana’s POV] “You must have heard about the fallen angels, princess. The ones who later came to be known as the Devil trinity.” Archer asked. I nodded. “Yes, the three most feared devils of all time.” “Right. Albaris, Ikrai, Madiero became the three demon kings and Serith became the queen of all demons. The three angels brought with themselves almost all the secrets of heaven and divinity,” Archer said. “And Serith now had half divinity and half demon powers. That is why her eyes had two different colours. One was blazing like the fire of hell and the other colder than the frozen glaciers,” father said.

In some other dimension The devils were gathered in an eerie chamber of darkness, deep within the underworld. They discussed their plan in which they had come to an agreement that two human sacrifices were needed every thirty days for a period of eight months. The devil's demands seemed almost impossible to fulfill, but after much deliberation and consultation with each other, they devised a plan - they would use the powers of light and dark magic to manipulate the humans they targeted, enslaving them and using them as vessels to carry out their evil deeds.

Lord Cedran asked, though he looked like he didn't want to know. "The third one lasted the longest. Five years. They say she went mad from the things he did to her. Found her hanging from the castle rafters with her own bedsheets." Renwick's voice was flat now, emotionless. "That's who we're dealing with. Not a man. Not even a king. A demon who feeds on suffering." The silence that followed was absolute. Several council members were openly weeping. King Aldric felt like he might vomit. "So what do we do?" Lord Thalen asked desperately. "There has to be something…."

He couldn’t see a reason for the entity wanting to ensure he never had a happy ending with Leo. “I just cannot see why,” he said. “Was that something you two managed to work out whilst I was gone?” He looked at them hopefully. Celeste stood up and pointed at his throne. In particular she pointed at the carvings on the top that showed the three of them as the hallowed trio. The devil, the archangel and the grim reaper. “On here the three figures are just decoration,” she said. “If you look at our crowns, they show a story instead.”

“And what was that?” Lisbeth leaned forward, her voice lowering. “A set of coordinates. A coded map. The key to crossing the Devil’s Strait without losing half your crew and your fortune. Impassable waters made passable—at a cost almost no one could match. The profit potential was…” She pinched her fingers together. “Astronomical.” Ayra’s brows drew together. “Why would she even chase something like that if she didn’t want us in the life?” For the first time, Lisbeth’s gaze faltered. “Because by then… they’d realised something. Neither of them—Father with his warmth, Mother with her brilliance—wanted this for their children. Not for me, and... especially not for you.”

“You know I could make all this go away. I can make the charges disappear, but I’m going to need something from you first.” I knew what it was before he even said it. “Sign the papers,” he leaned down to tuck a strand of hair from my face while maintaining eye contact with me. “And then disappear from my life, forever.” He said it with so much certainty that I felt like he had driven a stake clean through my heart, impaling me with his words. I blinked rapidly, trying to make sense of it all before it finally settled in my head. Curtis Blackwood was the fucking devil.

someone else said, and I looked to find a third man standing there. This one was a new face to me. A very peculiarly wolfish looking face. “I'll just leave,” I said with as much confidence as I could muster, even though I was dying of shame on the inside. “No, wait,” the devil said, and I stopped dead in my tracks. “Come here, Mia.” He beckoned. It wasn't the time to question anything, so with my head buried down, I drew closer to them. “You're going to settle a debate. It's a big dilemma.”