The Testament Of Sister New Devil Romane & Geschichten

Damian said through clenched teeth, stepping forward as his fists tightened at his sides. Dominique chuckled darkly. “Or what, Damian? What will you do? She’s mine, not yours. She serves me, and she’ll pay for her disobedience. She’s The Devil’s Handmaiden, remember?” His voice was laced with pride and cruelty, and the challenge in his words was undeniable. The two brothers locked eyes, the tension between them thick and suffocating. Their rivalry, long-standing and bitter, now had a new catalyst, a woman caught in the crossfire of their dangerous world.

“Which is why you insisted that you'll owe me a favor if I do remember correctly.” Her lips twitched with a humorless smile. “Then what did you come for?” “To ask for a favor. Not demand it.” She scoffed, turning her chair slightly toward the window, arms folded like armor. “Doesn’t change the fact that you're still the devil, Dominic. Even if you don't see it.” I raised a brow, keeping my voice low. “That’s a little dramatic, even for you.” She leaned forward, eyes darkening. “If you weren’t the devil, then my sister wouldn’t be dead.”

Their thoughts were not going to keep me alive in the underworld, nor would they feed me and keep me full if Luciano decided to dump me in a dark and cold underground house because of their stupid stunt in deceiving him. “Is money all you care about? She is your sister — can you not sacrifice something for her!?” my father roared as his face turned red with anger. His palm hit the table so hard it shook for a moment, spilling the cup of water all over the table. Ironically, it did not wet the white and black file on the table. “Sacrifice? Father, you seem to have forgotten who I am. I do not sacrifice myself for anyone. If you want someone to sacrifice themselves for her, go to the church.”

The devil spoke with a mocking tone, "My beautiful visitors, I think you were dying to see me. Now I’m here, but I was in the middle of something. I suppose I’ll have to finish it in front of you." With that, the devil lifted the barely conscious woman, preparing to deliver a fatal blow. Zack sprang into action, using all the strength he could muster to punch the devil. At the same time, Petra threw a knife-like device at the devil’s arm. This device, crafted by the Angels of the Burning Sun’s science tech team, had the power to break bones in ordinary humans. However, it only managed to scratch the devil slightly, though it was enough to make him release the woman.

She approaches himprovokingly. "Yes, yes..." Laurin holds up a hand in defense signaling that she should keep her distance. "I swear on my own life to make an honest attempt to free Indra, the devil's offspring." Laurin looks up at his sister's face. She is indifferent and callous, there are no better words to describe her personality. She could easily kill a human being and just shrug her shoulders, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Laurin looks away, he fidgets before meeting his sister's cold stare again. "Where and how should I kidnap Indra?"

Both sides of magic; darkness and light. “Walking down memory lanes, aren’t you?” Stefano said. Trinity laughed. “Why would I? My past is a nuisance.” “Your sister, Titania, was really beloved by everyone because she healed and helped their crops grow even during the worst season. You, on the other hand, are the cause of destruction.” Stefano smiled. “That was what drove you to grow stronger. The reason why you chose to mate with the devil.” Trinity beamed a big smile. “The devil you called is your brother, remember? Alistar, the Angel of Death. He was the brother that you sealed inside the volcano for thousands of years.”

She was indeed not lying. Well, I'm glad that the devil wasn't responsible for her bruises. But wait… A thought came into my mind. “If it's not Chad, then it was his family!” I said in a statement rather than a question. I was so sure they were responsible for her bruises. The mother was the devil who held no remorse after killing her husband, and the sister was a serpent with a sharp tongue. Those two bitches… I was so furious to the extent that my sister had to calm me down.

“I never wished to call you! I never wished for a demon’s help! Give me back my sister!” A loud laughter filled the chapel, the belle was tolling but no one came for her, it was as if her surrounding couldn’t hear the ruckus that happened inside the church. “What have been done, is done. You sacrificed your sister and your sister is dead, that is all, the truth that is unchanged. Wishing for her to come back alive when her soul is no where in this world, is impossible, no matter what,” the demon answered. He stared at her from the darkness and the fear that covered her face and unable to hold his devilish chuckles.

Opening my eyes, I was stunned to see I was in my own room, curtains were shut and my sister was in here too. I relaxed and lied back down, I got a bit dizzy at how fast I moved. Laying back down I started to move around jostling her awake as she stared at me looking bug eyed on herself. I smiled as I stared at her, that she became fully awake, "Why didn't you say that Devon was doing that to you?," she asked as I stared at her, "I didn't take notice until he was everywhere, he found ways to randomly appear, yeah I don't mind and then at events his dates would get jealous of his attention on me and started rumours. Then wherever I went they would turn up there causing a scene," I explained a

I heard the devils voice and my world crumbled I turned to see him with his bag, I thought I ditched him "I know he is your sister, but treat her nicely" Oliver asked with anger "You are right, she is my sister so whatever I do is not your concern" he glared at Oliver "Am her" I stopped Oliver before he finished his sentence "We will see tomorrow, just leave for now" I begged him, he left after glaring at the devil "Here carry this" he handed his bag to me, it was very heavy "Why is it this heavy" I asked as I struggled with it