روايات وقصص ضمن The Orville Sympathy For The Devil

When all three were on the ground, groaning, I stood over them, breath steady, fists aching. “Have you ever heard of the devil?” I asked, voice low and calm. They nodded weakly, one of them coughing up blood. “Good,” I said, crouching so they could see the look in my eyes. “Because you’re about to visit hell for touching what’s mine.” Then I stood, signaled to my men to pick them up, and got back in the car. I drove like a man possessed, one hand on the wheel, the other reaching over to touch Azzurra’s knee every few seconds, just to make sure she was still with me.

I thought about what Ginny said. Maybe tears might work on him! I start to think about some really sad dog movies to get myself to cry and once I was sure I have enough tears in my eyes, I started my act. "You are going to fire me anyway, aren't you?" I asked him with a sad smile, hoping it works and the devil somehow shows some form of sympathy towards me. "I should fire you and your Grandfather for what you did, Ms. Abrams." He opened his mouth finally but I don't like his tone or his words.

However, he was not for her and had been playing with her to get what he wanted all along. It had been awful seeing him with someone she thought was her friend. It did not startle Janice when it happened, since she knew he would eventually leave like the others. She had prepared for the day he'd say the same things others had said. Though it hurts, she was glad she didn't give herself to him. Because that would have been the worst. She wouldn't be able to look him in the eyes, neither would she be able to stare at her supposed friend. Yet, the person she had willingly given herself was the devil himself.

His eyes were dark and completely without expression. "My name is Alaric Virelli," he said, as though he expected that to mean something to me, as though his name was supposed to settle everything. "I don't care who you are," I said. "I am not going anywhere with you." Dorian grabbed my arm again and this time he yanked me toward him so hard that I stumbled. He got his face close to mine and his eyes were ugly with something I recognized after a moment as desperation. Not anger. Desperation. He needed this. Whatever this was, he needed it badly enough to drag me out of the house in the rain and hand me over to strangers.

For two hours. Freya thought she had allergies. When they finally stopped sobbing, Inner Devil 2 said, ‘Okay. Let’s be real. We’re stuck. So, let’s awaken the devil in Freya.’ Inner Devil: ‘Good luck to us. She’s got standards so high, NASA couldn’t reach them.’ Inner Devil 2: ‘Still, if heaven sent us here, maybe we are the right devils for the job.’ Inner Devil: ‘I mean, technically, we work for Satan, but I guess God outsourced us.’

"Stop all drug supply to Mikequel Christoper! And return double the money received from him." "Yes, sir." Devon switched off the phone unilaterally. He looked down at his right hand, blood still clinging to his palm. He slapped the face of a young woman he would trust as his bottom. "I bet she's more brutal than Alaric's son and daughter," Devon thought. *****

“But I was wrong; you’re just a pathetic loser.” Orson didn’t say anything. He barely had the strength to move his hands or body, not to talk about moving his mouth to speak. And he’d rather die than exchange a meaningless conversation with the devil, who was trying to get a reaction out of him. All he cared about was Freya’s safety. And since she was back at the pack and safe, he didn’t care about what Darwin wanted to do to him. After all, what could be worse than the torture he’d put him through?

The devil's breath washed over him, sulfurous and cloying, as the world narrowed to that choking hold, the illusion's edges fraying into oblivion. In the hideout, Elian's body convulsed, a mirror to the assault. His hands flew to his throat, nails scraping futilely at empty air, legs kicking weakly as if drowning. Tears streaked his face, mirroring the illusion's despair. Kael's heart seized, panic sharpening into lethal clarity. The devil's influence was bleeding through, strangling Elian from beyond the veil. No more half-measures.

‘Are you still up for it? ‘I will take whatever pain he’ll give. I deserve it anyway.’ I took a deep breath. ‘With all the things that took place in my life, I honestly can’t see the light right now. But if he’s drowning like you said, then I would dive for him, Sir Onyx. I would take his hand underwater. I won’t stop until I pull him up.’ They all said that the devil had changed and yet, when it rained, I didn’t get wet. Not even a bit. The tables had turned. It looked like this time; he was the one having a hard time remembering others and even his own self.