Dr Devil の小説・ストーリー

“He would get me out, and he'd provide me with safety. And even after that, he would help me get Theon back.” Leita glances at me, serious once again without a hint of a smile, sunny or otherwise. “And who was this man?” she asks. “He said his name is Xaveraq. The devil.” She shudders. “The…devil?” Leita raises her brows. “Like, Lucifer, that angry dude who fell from the Christian Heaven? That guy?” “No. He said the Christian concept of the devil was founded on him...on his race. Devils. I…I still don’t really get it. But whatever he is, he’s so, so powerful, unlike anything I'd ever seen before.”

Are they some kind of a big ass organization, where bastards like Cole gather? When I turned to look at the devil, my confusion grew. He was just staring at the in front silently, like he was afraid he’d lost his sight out of him. I wanted to ask him questions, but he looks like he’s going to implode at one touch. He’s standing completely still, while his eyes are fixed on the old man with an intensity I’ve never seen before. The casual, smirking Cole I know is gone. He’s looking deadly. The politician—or whatever he is—wraps up his speech with a practiced smile. “Please, enjoy the rest of the evening.” He stepped down, and the room erupted into polite applause.

I closed my eyes, shut my mind from thinking anything, and started counting in my heart to distract myself from the devil's closeness. "It's getting cold," The devil whispered into my ear after a while and I trembled from the slight touch of his lips rubbing on my earlobe. I immediately opened my eyes, flushed completely, and when I saw that devilish smirk on his face. I felt like digging a hole and hiding inside it. How could I be so idiot? He isn't the one in s*x more than I am... Why do I always keep thinking about s*x with him even when I know he is a devil and a dangerous creature?

The young man seems to have come back to his senses because his expression changed. " Brian please wake up, please I am sorry I am very sorry I didn't know what I was doing. Please..." I blocked out his words from reaching my ears but I couldn't stop myself from doing the only thing my Dad hates. I healed his brother! Dad would be very pissed with me. But grandpa and uncle Jesus would be greatly pleased with me. Sometimes I use to wonder if this man called Lucifer is really my dad. He is very wicked! I am really the opposite of him Except for the stunningly dangerous never aging face that we shared

“A favor. That 's it. I don’t have anything in mind, yet. But when I do, I’ll call for you, you’ll answer me. No matter what. Otherwise, the deal is broken and you’ll get back to this shithole.” Mia breathed heavily. A favor? Get out of there? “Are you the Devil?” she asked. She still remembered some of the things her mother had told her. Mia shook her head, avoiding thinking too deeply about her mother. “Who cares? Does it matter?” “It does! I don’t want no deal with the Devil!” “You’re too picky, for someone who is about to become a worker in a brothel. Not only you, but your little doll of a sister.”

The teacher replied that this was a class about the country's history, not about Catholicism and such. "But, sir, fallen angels exist, right?" he asked. I raised my gaze since that question, for some reason, caught my interest. "Obviously, Mark, they are demons now," the somewhat exasperated teacher replied. "But are they on Earth in human form or are they spirits?" "Spirits." "How can you be so sure?" the boy insisted. "It's in the Bible, Mark, I recommend you read it; you'll find many of your questions there." "I've always thought fallen angels are like you and me, the fallen ones, of course, because the angels of light, I believe, are spirits. If the fallen ones are on Earth, why wouldn't

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.

This is forever. “Here lies Lucian D’Argento—devil to the world, but a man who loved enough to conquer death.” [TOPE]