Trish Devil May Cry 2 Novels & Stories

He pushed him to the ground and landed punches on his face. Another henchman sneaked up on Spike and started punching him. Maykala and Knox tried shooting him, but the bullets dried up. So they dropped their guns and helped him. Knox used a chokehold on him, and the henchman tried to attack back. Maykala punched his face and kicked his testicles multiple times. The henchman groans in pain, and blood was dripping all over him. Knox let go of him after hearing no breaths from the henchman. Maykala spat on him and kicked him one last time in his gonads. Spike got up, and they checked to see if hwase alright.

Her tears when he left her behind to join Lucian’s war. Her bruised face haunted him. His thumb hovered. One second. Two. He pressed call. It rang once. Twice. And then Darius answered. The bastard’s face filled the screen, his smile cruelly wide, as though he’d been waiting with bated breath. He leaned back in his chair, blade twirling between his fingers with casual menace. “Good,” Darius purred, his voice smooth and venomous. “Good to know you did the right thing. I was just wondering if I should kill her now and save myself the trouble.”

Chapter 20 – His Cruel Game Lucian’s hand left her head and trailed lower, his touch deceptively slow as it slid along her thigh. She flinched at the contact, her body already tense, her mind torn between anger and a heat she refused to acknowledge. “You think the devil is cruel?” His voice was smooth, almost mocking. “The devil at least bargains. I don’t.” Before she could react, his fingers found their way beneath the hem of her dress, parting her thighs with unhurried precision. His gaze locked on hers, daring her to look away as his touch brushed over her folds, slow and deliberate strokes that drew an unwilling gasp from her lips.

“Yes without you.” He looked gutted. “Did you not say you would wait for me to get back before you seal the deal with that Aldridge babe.” he said. “Well about that, it is not Petra.” “Hmmm… so who is the unlucky girl bonded to you?" He asked. I stood up and walked around the desk. "Her name is Reva. She is beautiful. Tall with smooth dark skin. She has big brown eyes that look straight at you when she speaks.” “Her hair is long and she likes to wear it down. She has full lips and a body with curves that catch attention. She moves with confidence even when she should be scared."

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.

He stood up and walked to his friend who was thrusting inside her mercilessly and at this moment the woman had turned half unconscious from his torcher. The devil looked down at the woman's pitiful appearance and then praised his friend, "Good, now my turn." as he said that he turned into his real self and then started with his hand gesture he held the woman's body up in the air, she was shaking all over with blood on her abdomen. She half-opened her eyes, trying to keep her consciousness. "Do you know, you have killed my child?" He asked, seethed.

The second text pops up right under the first one: **~ Sexy Devil: I can still taste you on my tongue, Rebel. That sweet little whimper you made when I finally took back control… Fuck, I’m hard just thinking about it. You’ve had your fun wrecking the devil. Now it’s my turn. When next I see you, make sure to wear something easy to rip off. ~**

From her coat pocket, she pulled a battered silver hip flask—holy water. She stepped close. “So… you’re the fucker everyone’s afraid of?” She hurled the holy water at the mirror’s face. It hissed and steamed. The surface buckled. “You don’t scare anyone anymore, you bastard.” From inside the mirror, a twisted, screaming face emerged—her face. Trish’s demon twin slammed against the glass, screeching in agony. “Nooooooooo!” Trish opened her Bible, voice firm as stone. “In nomine Domini, revelate! In nomine Domini, repellote! In the name of the Lord, I cast you out! Return to the Hell you came from!”

She is a Catwoman right now. Slowly, Princess Trisha from a corner, slowly moved swiftly sneaking in the dance floor from pair to pair; her every stride seemed to know fully well where to go. In her hand is a small silver ice pick, covered by her worn black gloves. A while ago, Dareon was actually surprised when he saw Second Princess Trisha get out of the ball hall and went inside the comfort room. Furrowing and following what his instinct and his apparition were telling him; he followed the Second Princess until she reached the women’s comfort room. Before getting inside the comfort room, the Second Princess even made some left and right glances to check if someone was around. Dareon hid o

, Alex stated sternly. I felt like my heart was about to jump out of my chest as I let one leg out and then another. I started to take deep breaths in and out, Alex noticed it because I could feel his arm around my waist, holding me steady. “Just look at me.”, Alex said. I looked at him and his eyes were glowing, I felt drawn to it, I felt calm. “Good girl.”, Alex whispered softly. Just then, we heard an explosion at our door, my body jerked in shock and I lost my balance, causing me to fall. Damn…maybe…this is where…my story end…maybe, this is the end…of…The Devil’s Thirst Trap-