All Chapters of The Devil's Forbidden Angel: Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

It took me only but a second, and I ported my body out of my mother’s room quicker than I could wink. My dear father pushed through that door in all his brute force; all one could see is the wood splinters flying as it was ripped from its hinges.The first crack was enough for me to realize that I had to get out of there, or I would have felt his wrath, long and agonizing, as he would have pulled at my skin for tormented hours.Now why the man chose to break the door down? I can only imagine is that the Black Magic was starting to wear off, and he sensed the presence of someone else in the room.So this aside, I am thankfully making my way back to the Hotel; it appears that, unfortunately, a day has passed, and I fear that Mirabelle must be sick with worry.Much to my annoyance, navigating the streets to get to the Hotel is posing to be somewhat of a challenge. I seemed to have made my return during the peak hour when these humans make their way fro

The mere words leave Lilith is enough to scare me to the deepest pit in Hell. Now I have heard her panic before, and this is surely one of those times which is only but magnified tenfold. So it is with great fear and might I say even a slight bit of hesitation that I turn that corner.Should I find that anything has happened to Mirabelle, I shall fall into that deep pit in Hell. I am not a man that feels fear; I have simply not been designed for it. I thrive on the pleasure it brings me when I see it in someone else’s eyes, yet I do not experience it myself.The very moment I step into sight of what is before me, I am blown away by surprise at what my eyes behold. Mirabelle has the female Angel pinned to the ground between her hands and her legs. Of course, the woman is kicking up a storm to free herself, but Mirabelle's power is far greater. Now why she has not ended her miserable life, I am not sure."My love, why are you still faffing with this woman?"

They say a man’s life flashes before his eyes when he is staring death in the face; well, I say it is bullshit. All that is staring me in the face are the barrel of a gun. Now, did I foresee this happening? Well, of course, I did not come here to have a goddamn tea party. What was a casual exchange of threats has now only stepped up one level to where I am about to have my head blown off. Yet, Mark underestimates my determination. I have come too far and too long to have Mirabelle by my side; there shall be no one that comes between us. The way that I see it, their marriage is dissolved. Now, if Mark does not want to listen, then I shall kindly remind him again. “You can go right ahead and blow my brains out as much as you like, your will refrain from seeing Mirabelle again.” Well, now if I thought that he would listen, it only makes him more furious. With somewhat of a slight tremble, his voice reaches a pitch higher and echoes to every corner of the room, “

One can imagine my surprise as I stepped into my room only to find the last person I would expect to see. Now I do believe that the shock on my face would have been classic, for he did have a slight grin on his face as he sat there on the chair in the corner, just going about tapping his feet.So, yes, I am rather shocked, “Father, what are you doing here?”“I got some word that you are doing everything apart from hunting my demon.”“Father, I…”“Save the excuses, Damien.” His voice raises but an inch louder but loud enough to echo over the buzzle down in the street. Then as he speaks again, “I am not even going to play the game with you; tell me where she is?”I only but shake my head in clear confusion; who would have told this man about Mirabelle, or perhaps he is not even referring to her. He must have seen me before I started to use the Black Magic that I was sharing my bed wit

Watching Mirabelle as she stares into my eyes, there is a crippling fear that is settling over every bone in her body. Yes, she knew this would come, yet, perhaps not so soon.Though, I need to ask myself if I care.Well, my answer is no, yet there is still that part of me that has a heart.There is only one thing that is consuming me now…and that is…FEAR.Why? Why must such an emotion come to bring you down in moments when you should feel happy.Well, guess what?I have known fear fo a very long time. My whole life, to be precise. We've been together through everything, the good times and, yup, definitely the bad. Looking back, I wonder why it was there when I've been happy, why it questioned my happiness, but I guess it just didn't want to feel left out of the party. It just wanted to keep reminding me that it was there, like a security blanket, promising to never leave my side.So as I have to sit and endure t