The Face Of The Devil Novels & Stories

His hidden mockery cut her heart with a blunt knife; she pushed back her tears by blinking her eyes repeatedly. “Who are you? How do you know me?” “Wrong question!” He waved his finger and stalked towards her. “What can you do to tear Alpha Eric’s world?” She got alerted at her worst enemy’s name, her shoulders got tensed at his uncanny question. “I could strike a deal with devil if needed.” Sophia growled furiously; her eyes ablaze with her inner fire. “Hello, Sophia. I am the devil.” He stretched his arm for a handshake, his firm grip livened her hope.

"Sit over there, sweetheart. Make any sudden moves and I'll shoot." I tried to place the man's voice or face, but came up blank. Who was he? Why was he in my apartment? If he wanted to kill me, I'd be dead already, so what did he want? Obediently, I stepped over to the armchair at the corner of the room and dropped into it while the man leaned against the single window that led out to the fire escape. The man was tall and thin with hard, gaunt features. The fact that he let me see his face set off warning bells in my head.

The clueless newbie asked and the first lady took it upon herself to clear the air. “Listen rookie, big bad boss isn’t called that for no reason, in fact this name is his most virtuous one. He is popularly known as the devil! But you see, such a handsome face can sway even the heart of a god. He is a man whose cruel disposition is unmatched yet the ladies want him! Who can blame her for fawning over a poisonous flower. It’s beauty draws you in but when you lean in closer for a sniff you’ll be dead in seconds. In short, his handsome face is his honey trap, get it?”

But somehow, I always pictured a balding old man with a pot belly caused by the cheap whiskey he drowns himself in every night. But I couldn’t be more wrong. The devil isn’t horned or hideous. He’s tall, sculpted, and terrifyingly beautiful. Power clings to him like a second skin beneath the flawless cut of his suit. His face is sharp, symmetrical and too perfect to belong to someone mortal, too perfect for the blood he spills, too perfect for the cruelty he yields, and his icy blue eyes can bring even the bravest man to his knees. A cold prickling sensation erupts over my entire body like a thousand tiny needles stabbing my skin

The Great Devil had abruptly turned his head to stare fixedly at him. It wasn't until now that Xiao Chen got a clear look at the devil's face. The sight shocked him. The devil's right pupil was gleaming red while his left pupil was pierced with a small, cyan-colored flying sword. Black Qi swirled between his eyebrows. His face and neck were covered with terrifying scars. "What insignificant ant dares to enter this hell of suffering!" "I..." Before Xiao Chen could get even a word out, a tremendous force hit him on the face and sent him flying. He crashed hard against the large boulder and coughed up a mouthful of blood.

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

It was what they believed they knew about the Devil's looks that manifested anytime the seven were exposed. Asmodeus was getting sick of it, humans never believed in a beautiful and gorgeous Devil. Of course they were the rulers of evil and darkness but they deserved a little honour.Asmo missed his glorious face which mortals could literally die for if they stared an angel in the face with their true form showing.They called it the face of God.Those faces where stripped away from the seven and they were left at the mercy of human imagination. Well he decided to go explain himself to Maria.Its not like he never told her that he was the devil.

My eyes slowly fluttered open and all I saw was white. Did I die and go to heaven? This was the first thought that crossed my mind, but the face that suddenly appeared in my line of vision snuffed out the thought. Because it wasn’t the face of an Angel. No, it was that of a devil. A very pissed off and dare I say handsome devil. He loomed over me like a shadow of death, and his jaw clenched as his stormy gray eyes bore into my soul. “Why do you keep testing me, Tesoro?”

His face is cold as a block of ice but the beauty is really there. It was coming together to her, the white Manor, the dragons, the fire, the fountain. He is no other person than; A loud gasp left her mouth in realization as she jerk back from him. "You... you___ He raised his brow and twitched his lips, " Say it." He dared. "You are the devil." The words fly out of her mouth like a volcano when erupted.

There was a strange servant who refreshed his soul with his breath. He pulled the wheelchair back firmly. And shocked, he turned towards him. So why do you want to die? She looked at her face. There was no fear in her eyes, and this made her happy sitting in front of her. We have to leave?" He was still talking when Jain reminded him from behind. The devil answered him looking at her beautiful face. Deep blue eyes with a glassy appearance, sharp nose, pink full quivering lips. She was very beautiful, but her scent intoxicated the Devil's senses.