16 Devil 소설 & 이야기

"My father is the king after all. I've spent my days in the palace, living a life of luxury." "Your father...is the king?" Dominik asked, a bewildered look, plastered on his face. "Yes, is that a problem?" Dominik went quiet for a while. "Have you heard of the devil alpha?" The name immediately rang a bell in my head. Over the year, there a known group of Lycans, led by the devil alpha. The devil alpha was known for his strength, power, and ruthlessness. I had heard my father discussing about it with Vera and from the way he spoke, he detested the devil alpha.

After a long moment, he stammered, "Y-you… you're a messenger of the Devil! Brothers and sisters, this one represents the Devil! Attack! We must kill this messenger—or the Devil will find us and kill us all!" He had always controlled people with his Devil theory. Hearing him speak now, the crowd stiffened, their eyes burning with murderous intent again. Ray smiled faintly. "Wrong… wrong… wrong. I am not the Devil's messenger. I am the Devil."

Outside, the thunder rolled again, and for the first time, Aria realized something terrifying. The Devil wasn't heartless after all. He was just broken.

Leon "Kill him," I said coldly. I wasn't a fan of people who betray their boss for some cash; I prefer to end them. And with my order, Sean moved forth and went after the traitor. I continued sipping my drink, loving the burn in my throat, when I noticed a few men by the corner. I scrutinized them more and saw a familiar face: Drexel Hemstitch—my main rival.

The devil's own melody. Soul Snatcher.

My eyes stared out into the bright afternoon sunlight, watching with a racing mind as Stone walked calmly down the porch steps to meet the rival club. The new President of the Devils was a very tall, heavily scarred man with a dark, ugly tattoo of a bleeding devil stretching all the way across his thick neck. He sat casually on the leather seat of his custom chopper bike right at the very front of their tight riding formation, surrounded by ten of his enforcers. He looked absolutely furious, his eyes scanning our compound with a deep, burning hatred.

How could Wang Huanzhi not be angry? "Yes, theoretically speaking, there are 81 Devil of Buddhism in the Heavenly Devil Banner. Even if someone is strong enough to break the formation, there are 80 Devil of Heaven and Demon in it that can be used at any time. But the problem is..." Speaking of this, the leading monk looked at Samuel in the air with fear. "What's the problem?" Wang Huanzhi followed his gaze and became even angrier. His men were actually afraid. "The problem is that Samuel met Demonic Buddha." The leading monk said awkwardly.

Scale of Six Six authors of all calamities: Acteus Megalesius Ormenus Lycus Nicon Mimon Scale of novenary Nine orders of devils: Beelzebub: False Gods - idolaters Pytho: Spirits of Lying - liars Belial: Vessels of Iniquity - inventors of evil things Asmodeus: Revengers of Wickedness Satan: Imitators of Miracles - evil witches and warlocks Merihem: Aerial Powers - purveyors of pestilence Abaddon: Furies - sowers of discord Astaroth: Calumniators - inquisitors and fraudulent accusers Mammon: Maligenii - tempters and ensnarers

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.

He turns the stairs wondering if Christian will run down to sit beside his now awake sister but after a few seconds he reclines more to the thought that he might be sleeping. He turns to them again and then nods to acknowledge Laurel as she gulps, nodding back…soft but acknowledging. He opts to sit beside Gabriel, now facing the family with a questionary eye. The devil and the healer. Feels like judgment day. “Hi, Laurel, do you know who I am?” he leans forward after getting a reassuring nod from Gabriel. Laurel nods.