Novel & Cerita The Face Of The Devil

The devil is real. And he’s not a little red man with horns and a tail. He is beautiful, and that's because he is a fallen angel and he used to be God's favorite. Actually, the devil can be anyone. He can be two different people, different ages, different appearances all at once. I know all this because I’ve met him— I have met two, unfortunately. The devil came in form of two powerful Kings. They were beautiful. They were charming. They were loving and they were alluring. They were all those things until I saw their other side.

Tyr remained silent for a moment before murmuring, “Are ghosts and evil spirits real in this world?” While Tyr was in doubt, he noticed dark clouds suddenly appearing over God Valley. Following that, an enormous devilish face appeared in the sky. It was so large that it obscured both the sky and the sun. The devilish face squashed down from the air as if the hideous devil was about to swallow the entire God Valley. Just then, Tyr noticed a massive talisman emerge from Jim’s side, fly up into the air, and land squarely on the devilish face. Purple flames erupted in the sky while miserable screams reverberated across the island.

1000 years later It was in the middle of winter, in the year of the rabbit. Terrified screams filled the night air as the sky in the human world suddenly turned red, but this didn't last a second before it returned to its original form. Before the eyes of everyone a new star appeared beside a red star called the “ devil's star ” causing a great uproar. All these signs remain unknown to a group of people hiding somewhere in the palace of DeHaven. KINGDOM OF DEHAVEN.

There’s a demon hiding inside of him. “Are you alright?” Devon asked. I looked at him and didn’t answer “You looked at him too much… is something bothering you?” He asked me again. “No, I was just amazed at his face...look,” I said and tried to show them. “Looked at his angelic face and his eyes” And they both went closer to see more clearly. “Is there something you noticed?” I asked them “The eyes… are like a fire raging hiding behind an angelic face,” Luna answered. Brilliant. She got it right.

I can't place where exactly. Vincent Halstead, the Devil of Deals. Was that the same man I met? This elusive Devil just handed me a kitten? “I don't know, what if it's not him?” “There's only one way to find out,” Seraphina sighs. “What do you think though? Did he have the devilish aura?” “Oh he had more than the aura. He looked like he stepped out of hell or something—” The door opens and Charles walks in. “Sera, I'll call you back.”

The moment we were about to leave, another problem arose in front of us. It was… the devil. Well, he always looked angry, but now he was looking like a real devil akin to the fierce satan or some frightening creature? His face flushed with rage, I could feel the fume coming out of his nostrils while he was grinding his teeth. The more horrific thing was that he was constantly glaring at... Wait! Was he walking towards me? But why me? In no time, he towered over me. I don't know why but everything suddenly felt dark and grim. I was sure that the blizzard of his rage would destroy me.

His name echoed in her mind like a strange melody. And though it was dark, she could barely see his face up close. Oh heavens! This male right here with her was strikingly handsome. Just how beautiful was he going to be when she sees him in full light? No wonder some referred to him as 'a beautiful devil'-a sin that could draw you close and end you miserably. Yet, as those reminders echoed in her mind, she didn't feel scared. Her trembling hand slowly reached for his face. She paused for a moment and swallowed before finally summoning the courage to touch his skin. The dark crack on his face let out a faint golden glow-beautiful and spellbinding.

Rain’s pov He marched towards me, crouched down, coming face to face before me as he pulled down his hood, and my stomach tightened with dread. The rumours about him were always about his cruelty and the agony he'd caused but none ever warned or prepared me for how beautiful the devil looked like. His face looked like it had been sculpted after the word perfection. The detailed outline of his jawline, and that provocative stare he wore like a garment was alluring. My heart skipped a beat as I stared at him. How can a devil be this beautiful?

She clamped her jaw shut, forcing herself to swallow it back down. Still, she turned the page. Each movement of her hand felt like forcing herself to press against fire. The photograph of her target stared up at her next. Darius Veynar. He was in his mid-forties, though the hard lines carved into his face made him look older. Sharp cheekbones, a mouth set in a permanent sneer, eyes that glinted like a predator’s—eyes that seemed, even through the grainy surveillance capture, to follow her. His expression carried no warmth, no humanity. Only hunger.

I won't let him get away with what he wants to do to me. Just as he's about to bring his face to my neck, I guess to kiss it, in a matter of seconds someone pulls the bastard away from me, who had me pinned against the wall. He throws him furiously to the floor. I find myself in shock, cornered against the wall, but I manage to react when I see the man's face. I realize it's him, the Devil. He's on top of the guy; he hits his face insistently. The bastard is bleeding non-stop. "Oh, by God, he's going to kill him!".