Tree Of Qliphoth Devils Novels & Stories

“Thank you for taking it upon yourself to look for me. I appreciate, sir.” “See you when you get better.” “Yes sir.” She flashed him a smile and followed as Kira led the way inside the house. As soon as they were out of sight, Fernando rushed to Axel and grabbed him by the collar. “You son of a bitch!” Axel’s men wanted to make a move but he raised his hand, stopping them. He didn’t try to fight Fernando or take his hands off his collar. “You are manipulating her. You and your father are the real devils and she’s not supposed to be around you because you will only end up delaying her from getting her right…”

Subject line: “You Asked for the Devil” The file was massive. Raphael stood behind me, watching as I clicked open layer after layer. Lucian Damian Devlin. Born in Austria. Raised in Switzerland. Fluent in five languages. Educated in private institutions under aliases. Trained in weapons, finance, manipulation. Current occupation: CEO of Devlin Global Holdings. Unofficially: Heir and now head of the Devlin Cartel — a billion-dollar empire of drugs, trafficking, and global political influence. I scrolled, the blood draining from my face.

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.

If they were judging influence, they could judge it in the open. One silhouette shifted slightly toward me. “Elara Voss,” the voice said. Not a question. “Yes,” I answered. “You understand your presence increases conflict intensity.” “Yes.” “You understand removal decreases projected casualties.” “No,” I said calmly. A fractional pause. “Explain.” “Because Helix Crown is not reacting to my presence,” I said. “They’re reacting to my alignment.” “With him?” the voice asked. “With the system he represents,” I corrected. “I’m proof your structure can evolve. That’s what they’re trying to kill.”

The headlights from Alessandro's soldiers' car lit up part of the street, but something in the shadows on the other side caught my eye. Next to a tree, almost swallowed by the dark, I saw a person. I couldn't make out their face—just a hoodie and what looked like glasses. They did the motion again, holding a small light up near their face. A bolt of lightning lit up the sky. And then I recognized him. "Oh my God. Luca," I whispered to myself, my heart slamming in my chest.

Suddenly. I felt a chill. Different from the Shadow Clan's coldness. This cold felt... sticky and poisonous. I turned around quickly. Behind a large tree, a pair of glowing green eyes appeared. And a voice, soft and silky, spoke in the dark. "Such pure energy... you must be the Star Child... how delicious..."

Why did the ending not change in the slightest, even after I'd so carefully made different choices than I did in my last life? In some way, it seemed like there was a mastermind behind the scenes, making me dance to their will. Now that I think about it, everything was because of this voice coming from within my heart. Someone must have plotted to make me believe that this voice came from the baby within my womb, and used it to destroy my life, bit by bit. "Mom, there's nothing left worth holding onto anymore… At least I can leave this world together with you, and that way you won't be lonely…