Romans & histoires Silly Devil

She isn't even sure if this is Kenshi but she has to trick this powerful guy. "Alright. I'm an easy guy to talk to," he told her, flashing a smile before turning to those fighting. He heavily sighed. "Okay listen up, everyone!" Surprisingly everyone did stop even the devils. "I'm giving you a chance to go back to wherever you came from." When one devil laughed, he laughed as well. Until he got bored and snapped his finger, slicing that devil into pieces. Everyone stopped and stare at that horror expression on his face. “I’m impatient. Anyone else who wants to laugh while I’m at it?”

Maybe start planning my next escape for real this time. And then—he did something that caught me off guard. Ronan Blackwood, the Devil himself, squatted in front of me. Not stood. Not loomed. Squatted. Eye level. Holding two glasses of wine in his large hands. “What’s the problem?” he asked, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it. I looked away. “I’m fine,” I muttered.

Inner Devil: ‘No… No! This can’t be happening! Lord, have mercy on me and my sanity! This is a Category 10 Drought in the Land of Naughtiness. I just saw a cactus cry! Charlie hasn’t had action in three hundred years! We are all drier than expired instant noodles!’ Inner Devil 2: ‘Technically, it’s been just about three weeks, and no—we’re fallen angels. The Lord will not hear us.’

"You gave her that money willingly. Last I checked, you were practically celebrating. So happy about this." "Things changed." She changed them. "She's in my territory now, Dmitri. That's all that matters." A beat of silence. Then — "The devil is coming down to hell, gentlemen." His voice dropped away from the phone as he announced it to the room. "Brace yourselves." I ended the call. Good mood. Excellent, in fact. Time to let the beast out.

The baby stirred, a calm, steady pulse. Aunt Dee watched quietly from a distance, understanding settling into her expression. The ancestors’ voices echoed one last time through the realm: “The devil’s greatest act of defiance is not destruction— It is devotion.” Far away, the hunters drew closer. But for the first time since the prophecy began, Malik knew exactly where he stood. And he would not move.

How dare they let their voice reach outside the room? “You both have guts to talk sh*t behind my back, hm?” he coldly said, ignoring the shock as if a dirt in their faces. He smiled, not reaching his eyes, a warning to their inappropriate display in a sacred golden room, “You're ignorance to even secured the place for damn talk-shit is what's make you both a powerless. Bare in mind, you're not the devil here, it's me!” He looked at the young man, a very man of Denever who immediately recover from shock.

I'm not that little boy who would put his family name to shame for a woman. especially with the devil's daughter.

Clearly having lost his calm, Ben shouted, "Where is your proof?!" I pointed at the woman's neck and declared, "As far as I know, my sister-in-law May has a birthmark shaped like a square behind her neck. Meanwhile, this new wife of yours has the exact same birthmark!"

He said it like it was the absolute truth. One side of my mouth pulled up in a nervous scoff. I don’t know what personality I was expecting for the devil to have but it was not this. I sort of imagined a monster who randomly kills people and takes their soul to hell because he is a lonely piece of shit but boy was I wrong. He is an entertainment deprived asshole with the mental age of a 5 year old if we’re not counting IQ. He doesn’t seem dumb. He manages to avoid every single question I ask with some bullshit that seems relevant but actually isn’t.