Novel & Cerita The Face Of The Devil

The giant face opened his mouth wide again. If this giant face was a normal person's, its mouth had opened to an exaggerated extent, and the corners of its mouth could probably be pulled back to the back of its head. Boom! Immediately afterwards, an enormous sound rang out, shaking up mountains and rivers, falling into the stars. A devil arm as thick as a mountain was pulled out of the giant face's mouth. The devil's arm was burning with a fierce demonic flame, and it was covered with countless eyeballs. At this moment, they blinked, which made people's scalp numb and their throats feel like vomiting.

His jaw moves in a satisfying way when he talks. Being this close to him I’m noticing things about his face I shouldn’t. I’m looking for flaws but there aren’t any. They say demons have the prettiest faces. He must be the ruler of all demons then. The devil himself. And why is he telling me he had a bad day. Am I supposed to care? Or provide him with comfort? I couldn’t give two shits if his entire world fell apart. In fact, that would make me the happiest girl in the world.

I don’t want to actually summon anything…let alone the Devil. I sink down onto a velvet settee in front of the window and run my fingers over the dark purple velvet. There have only been firsthand accounts recorded about what happens when the Devil is summoned, and no one knows exactly how accurate those accounts are. No one knows for sure what he looks like. Some reports describe him the way pop culture does. Tall, horned, with the face of a goat and the body of a lamb. Others describe him as a handsome man in a suit. We went over it briefly in my advanced-level defensive magic class, and it’s one of those subjects the professors here don’t like to talk about in fear it could encourage an i

Draco, on the other hand, was also in tears after his mom came forth to hug him, soon after his aunt, sister, and dad came right up, and it became a big family hug. Everyone now had smiles on their faces. They forgot everything, but was sure to embrace this moment for how long it might take. Unexpectedly, darkness submerged and the devil himself came out. His appearance alone shocked everyone to the bone. He wasn't like what Lucas felt in the other realm, but was something different. A calm and a normal person. At this moment, no one will believe he was the devil, but one thing can't go unnoticed and that was his awfully beautiful face and charming body.

So, still looking at us, he recited: "I looked into the eyes of the devil, dear God. And he felt more for me than you in my entire miserable life. "His fingers slid smoothly, touching the lower notes, and his eyes remained exclusively on me, as he added: "So, dear God, if there is one thing I don't believe in, it's you.”

Moreover her hair was tough black and hands were fully tattooed with strange pictures. Other than this her eyes was no more doe-eyed like an innocent one but it was a beady black, shiny, impenetrable obsidian eyes. The most terrifying feature of her was the tattoed figure of a boy face in her neck. That tattoed face had some similarity with our cute little Abigal's face. "Abarat! Abarat! Abarat. Come here", she roared more loudly like a exquisitely horrid witch. While roaring the tattoed face on her neck was exposing and one can clearly say it was Abigal's face.

We pulled away when I realized that he was straddling me. I blushed at the position. "I want you so badly right now. But I will wait for you until you are ready." he said stroking my cheeks. He was about to get off when I stopped him. I looked up at his eyes, staring at them. "I'm ready." I said as I stared into his eyes. "You sure?" he asked. Without answering him, I pulled him into a kiss. I gave myself to him that night. We became one. I gave myself to the devil. I was arranged to the devil.

The tears returned in full force, streaking down my cheeks as I squinted into the blinding flood of white. And then… I opened my eyes….and came face to face with the devil. He stood in front of me, tall, composed, and terrifying in the kind of quiet, elegant way that made your bones forget how to hold you upright. Dressed in black, he looked like a king carved out of shadows, with eyes that gleamed red like burning embers of coal. His face was too beautiful to belong to a man. And too cruel to belong to anything human. It was the lycan who had bought me.

“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.”

I swipe the lipstick across my mouth in one smooth stroke, meeting her eyes in the reflection of my compact mirror. "It’s like you’re.." "The devil?" I ask, snapping the mirror shut. "Maybe."