"The absence of light, and the presence of evil."
Felix's POV
I felt my fury ignite ,a spark of hell fire that fueled as I wrapped my hands around the man's throat.
''Give it to me,'' I growled, my voice low and menacing. The man's eyes bulged as I squeezed, his face turning a deep shade of purple.
My devilish strength surged through me , and I reveled in the power .
The man's body went limp, and I released my grip, letting him slump to the ground. I didn't care that he was a werewolf.
I didn't care that he was somerone's friend, someone's family member. All I cared about was getting back what was mine.
And I would stop at nothing to get it.
I want that amulet back because it's a gift from my sister. She'd make a scene if she knew I'd lost it, and I don't have time for her drama.
I need that amulet to keep her off my back, not because I care about her feelings. Emotions are a weakness, and I don't tolerate them. So, let's just focus on getting the amulet back, shall we?
''Give me the amulet,'' I growled, my patience wearing thin. 'I'll spare your life.. for now,'' I added, my voice dripping with malice. The man's eyes widened in surprise, and he hastily handed over the amulet.
I snatched it from him, my fingers closing around it like a vice. And then, with a cruel smile, I reached out and claimed his soul.
The look on his face was priceless. Did he really think I was going to let him live? I laughed to myself as I walked away, the amulet clutched in my hand, the man's soul trapped inside me. Fool.
The delight of despising supernatural beings who think they reign supreme. But, being a devil is exhilarating, isn't it?
I savored the thrill of my next conquest, my grin twisting into a wicked smile. How delightful, these mortals thought they could outsmart me, but I'll always hold the reins.
Their desperate deals, their fleeting victories, all mere amusement for me, until I claim what's mine.
And what's the fun in that, you ask? Ah, it's the thrill of the hunt, the chase, the torment. I love watching them squirm, trying to wriggle out of their promises. But I always get what's mine.
So, bring on the next soul, the next victim, the next plaything. I'll savor every moment of their terror, every whispered plea for mercy. And when the time is right, I'll strike, claiming their soul as my own.
The world may think it's ruled by angels and demons, but I know the truth. I am the one who truly holds the power. And soon, all will bow to my greatness.
As I strolled through the shadows, I whispered a spell under my breath, feeling the familiar thrill of dark magic coursing through my veins. The air seemed to ripple and distort, and I vanished from one place, reappearing in another.
I materialized in the midst of a cozy family scene, my eyes locking onto the man who had made a deal with me. He sat surrounded by his loved ones, oblivious to the horror that was about to unfold.
I sneered to myself, my voice barely above a whisper. "How quaint." I didn't mean it, of course. I didn't care about their little family gathering or their pathetic human emotions.
Our gazes clashed, and the man's eyes widened in terror, his face draining of all color.
I watched, fascinated, as fear petrified his features, his expression a mask of frozen dread.
A cruel smile spread across my face, and I leaned in, my voice a low whisper. "You see me, don't you?" I taunted, my words dripping with malice. "But they don't."
I nodded towards his family, oblivious to the horror standing among them. "My spell ensures that only you are privy to this little encounter."
The fear in his eyes was intoxicating, and I savored every moment of it. This was going to be fun.
I gazed out at the family, my eyes raking over their blissful faces, their laughter and chatter a stark contrast to the darkness that lurked within me.
My lip curled in disgust as I took in the spread of food, the blankets, and the carefree atmosphere. "Fools," I whispered to myself, my voice dripping with contempt.
I shook my head, my eyes lingering on the father, who was smiling and chatting with his family, completely unaware of the danger that stood mere feet away.
"You bring your family to a place like this, where the trees themselves seem to whisper warnings?" I scoffed, my gaze sweeping over the forest.
"You're practically begging for disaster to strike."
My gaze settled on the Bible, its pages fluttering in the breeze, and a derisive snort escaped my lips.
"Foolish mortals," I muttered to myself, shaking my head in disgust. "You think a book of ancient tales and empty promises can protect you from the likes of me?" I sneered, my eyes flashing with contempt.
"Che idiota," I whispered, my voice dripping with disdain. "You're no match for the darkness that's coming for you."
I took another step closer, my movements eerily silent, as if the darkness itself was swallowing the sound.
The man's eyes, once locked on mine with a mix of fear and desperation, now drifted back to the Bible in his hands, a faint glimmer of hope flickering in their depths.
I watched, a low, menacing chuckle rumbling in my throat, as he mouthed a silent prayer, his lips trembling with fear. But I was still here, watching and waiting, my presence a patient, coiled thing, ready to strike.
The air seemed to vibrate with anticipation, the silence between us heavy with the weight of his impending doom.
I remained still, my presence masked by the shadows. The man's prayers continued, his voice barely above a whisper. I listened, my ears tuned to the subtle nuances of his words. He was trying to summon protection, to ward off the evil that lurked in the darkness.
But I was the darkness. And I would not be so easily repelled.
I stood amidst the serene forest, surrounded by the gentle rustle of leaves and the sweet scent of wildflowers. But my attention was fixed on the man before me, his frantic prayers a desperate bid for protection.
His eyes were screwed shut, his face contorted in fear, as he clutched a Bible to his chest. I watched, intrigued, as his words tumbled out in a rush. The forest remained still, indifferent to his plight.
A devilish glint sparked in my eyes as I took a step closer, my presence a dark and ominous shadow. His prayers were futile, and I reveled in the knowledge.
The air was alive with the songs of birds and the rustle of small creatures through the underbrush. A faint scent of wildflowers and damp earth hung over the forest, a primordial aroma that spoke of life and growth and decay.
It was a place of beauty and wonder, but also a place of darkness and danger. And I, a devil, was right at home here.
I stood before the vampire, his eyes wide with fear. My hands closed around his throat like a vice.
He had been reading the Bible, thinking it would save him. But I had watched him for a while, and to be honest, I got bored.
His pulse racing beneath my fingers, I sneered, "Pathetic." With a swift motion, I ripped his soul from his body.
As I turned to leave, I sensed two humans watching me from the shadows. One of them, a girl with hazel eyes, caught my attention.
Her gaze was like a spark of moonlight, piercing my soul. I felt a jolt of surprise, my curiosity piqued.
I gave chase as they fled, but as they sped away, I was left standing alone in the darkness. The girl's gaze lingered in my mind.
And then, I heard it , a whisper in my ear, "You'll never have her."