The Joker Devil's Advocate Novels & Stories

"Save me all that shit lilac, you belong to me not to that bastard." His laughter only irritates and infuriates me, if not for this bar I would have sent him to his creator, rid the world of it number one threat. "What's so funny, I'm trying to save your skin even after you made a joke out of mine." His face become serious and he shoved his hands into his pocket, "it's doesn't matter, I know you as the devil's child, you are not saving me you are condemning me, you selfish bastard!"

But before she could dwell any deeper on her racing thoughts and the endless what-ifs that were running through her mind like a swarm of angry bees, Malakar's cold, commanding voice cut through her internal panic like a blade through silk. "Humans are always so pathetic," he said with obvious disgust, his grip tightening visibly on the man's throat until the attacker started making horrible choking sounds that echoed through the trees. His voice carried that particular tone of contempt that suggested he viewed all humans as nothing more than annoying insects. "Did you really think I wouldn't notice you hiding in the woods like some amateur?" Malakar continued, his voice dripping with disgust

“He’s perfect.” I chuckled, leaning forward. “You don’t have to remind me of that. That gentleman is perfect, intelligent, tall, handsome, confident… you name it.” She poured more wine into her glass but didn’t look at me. “But he’s a lawyer.” I blinked. “What do you mean?” Her tone shifted, a mix of admiration and dread. “Girl, he’s called the Devil’s Advocate. It’s not just a nickname. That man can turn black into white with just his words.”

Vito continued, “Stay the fuck away from everything I own. You look in their direction again, you breathe in their air, and the next time I walk into one of your places, I won’t be alone. And you won’t be breathing. Do you understand me?” Matteo’s jaw worked back and forth. He glanced at the laptop screen again, watching Vito’s men laugh and relax on camera, completely oblivious. “You fucked up first.” He muttered finally. “You played me.” Vito pulled out the chair opposite him and sat down like he had all the time in the world. “Are you sure about that?” “I don’t need a fucking angel to reveal that.” Vito laughed dryly. “Alright. What have you got to fight me with?”

“Who are you?” “Let’s get you settled before I tell you who I am,” he said. I shook my head. “No.” My voice was hoarse from crying too much as I spoke. “Tell me, now. Please.” He sighed. “Lazzaro Visconti.” My already sore eyes widened, and my body began to tremble as I recoiled. No. Please. No. Lazzaro Visconti. The devil himself. He was said to have killed his wife after she bore twins for him. He was the most ruthless of them all, and above that, the Visconti family had a decade-long beef with my family—the Martelli family.

Now Niko Arzan, a man who profited from every lie he told, had handed me this. I pressed my thumbnail into my palm, hard. Liora's voice, imagined, steady: Don't build your revenge on a rumor a rival hands you for free. Nothing free is ever free. She was right. She was always right. But rumors from dangerous men had a way of being true precisely when they were least convenient.

He called on me while I was done and he probed me unbelievably. "Are you related to Jenny Alfred..?" He asked. I knew I was reckoned to be honest with him but I could not disrespect my sister's inspections either...so I tried to refute it. I enunciate the "No.." with a faux smile before he added.."Remember...I'm the devil and no one lies to me" he tolled Seriously, Calling himself a devil always sounds like a gag to me so, I grinned and continued to deny it. With the way he stated it, I could get..that he knew something, but I didn't know what exactly.

"You're just a pawn. Everyone you love is a target." Another blow, this time to his face. Blood gushed from his nose. "Speak when spoken to," the man growled, ripping the tape from Liam’s mouth. "You’re a coward," Liam spat, blood trickling down his chin. "Hiding behind a mask. Threatening people That’s all you are." The man chuckled. "You’ve got spirit. Shame you won’t have much left when I’m done and I don't think we've met before, I am whom they call the devil, Liam I am the fucking devil."

“What is it?” “That Devil is…is a vocal artist.” “Which Devil?” “Jacob Martinez,” She replied immediately; my heartbeat began rising. “You won’t believe me, Falak. I heard him talking in a female voice with someone over the phone. I don’t know with whom he was talking, but he was acting like he was with a female, that’s why one moment he was talking like a man, and at another moment he was talking like a woman. I still couldn’t believe that he was doing that work so perfectly.”, She said in surprise.

The only woman who it took to make me Human was dead, now, I was going to be the devil they always accused me of. The first one came at me with a spear, hesitated—just a second—but that second was enough time for me, I ducked low and drove my sword through his gut, twisting until I felt the resistance snap. He crumpled before he could even scream. The others hesitated just for a moment, enough to see the look in my eyes. Enough to feel it ;the shift. This wasn’t Azrael the bastard, this wasn’t Azrael the weird child, This was the thing they created.