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“And you're not afraid...of the devil? Of his minions? "Fear men, Luzia," he said. "Fear their ambition and the crimes they commit in its service. But don't fear magic or what you may do with it.”
― Leigh Bardugo, The Familiar

“The devil does not weep over his own doings.”
― MoonKitty

“and if she were the devil, he’d turn his back on god.”
― Alisha Galvan, Bitter Crown of Thistle

“in the bible, only the angels have wings, the rest of us have to wait to be rescued”
― Jeanette Winterson, Sexing the Cherry

“After you find a bigger task to dread, the little chores will be a breeze. Here’s
another reason to have a devil on hand. It does make all the little demons more . . .
bearable".”
― Chuck Palahniuk, Haunted

“When the Devil goeth about like a roaring lion, he goeth about in a shape by which few but savages and hunters are attracted. But, when he is trimmed, smoothed, and varnished, according to the mode; when he is aweary of vice, and aweary of virtue, used up as to brimstone, and used up as to bliss; then, whether he take to the serving out of red tape, or to the kindling of red fire, he is the very Devil.”
― Charles Dickens, Hard Times

“A devil with the beauty of an angel.”
― E.V. Drake, The Scribemaster Chronicles

“I'm waiting for you here, on a blighted boat, stalked by a devil I can't stop alone. I need you to wake up and help me, Arent. I need you.”
― Stuart Turton, The Devil and the Dark Water

“I love you," she whispered the words like a delicate petal falling upon a river, knowing full well, that the river could devour her. His lips found their place upon her neck. "I adore you, more," he competed.”
― Melanie Sovran Wolfe, Professor Hex vs. Texas Men: Where Women's Rights and Revenge Fantasy Meet

“Something in her needed this, needed him, and needed the oneness that united male and female dualities. She had been separate and alone for far too long turning her into a cold, callous creature. Making peace with the enemy was just what she needed. Forging reconciliation with her adversary proved to be the very elixir her soul had long yearned for and this made all that was wrong in the world right. God and the devil had now called a truce.”
― Melanie Sovran Wolfe, Professor Hex vs. Texas Men: Where Women's Rights and Revenge Fantasy Meet

“God is not a necessity for religion. Buddhism does not believe in God, Jainism does not believe in God. So try to understand, because in the West it is a problem. You are aware only of three religions which are all rooted in Judaism: Christianity, Judaism and Mohammedanism. All three believe in God. So you are not aware of Buddha â€� he never believed in God.
I am reminded of H.G.Wells, his statement about Gautam Buddha. He said, “He is the most godless person, yet the most godly.� A godless person, and godly? Do you think there is any contradiction? There is no contradiction. Buddha never believed in God, there was no need. He was so utterly fulfilled that his whole fulfillment became a fragrance around him. Mahavira never believed in God, yet his life was as divine as life can be.
So when I say God is a fiction, please do not misunderstand me. God is a fiction but godliness is not a fiction; that is a quality. “Godâ€� is a person…as a person it is a fiction. There is no God sitting in heaven creating the world. And do you think a God would create such a mess that you call the world? Then what is left for the Devil? If anybody has created this world it must be the Devil, it cannot be God.”
― Osho, From Unconsciousness To Consciousness

“Don't Let The Devil Hear You Weeping by Stewart Stafford

Don't let the Devil hear you weeping,
Or darkness comes as your friend,
Saying God sent it to save you,
And be with you until the end.

Tail wrapped around you snugly,
Gripped firmly in meaty claws,
Only then get its beastly odour,
Against which there should be laws.

Dancing the inferno's fiery rim,
Spitting bile in your begging bowl,
Paper cut, a blood pact union,
To steal away your purest soul.

© Stewart Stafford, 2024. All rights reserved.”
― Stewart Stafford

“Love, a deadly dance with a promise that we might not end up keeping!”
― Ryan Gelpke, Peruvian Nights

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― Marek S. Huberath, Druga podobizna w alabastrze

“My sinful, sinful, Little Demon

In my dreams, you will see

That you are what I want you to be

You're my demon

I'm your devil

And I will keep you chained in hell forever”
― Shantel Tessier, The Sinner

“I tell no lies. Lies are the devil's nightsongs. The devil sees all. He sits in a corner chewing on the marrow of aborted fetuses. I can smell him at night, the odor of burnt carcasses and manure. When he breathes heavily, when he is in fear, black smoke rises from his crown which makes you retch blood. He leaves behind marks of his hoofs and claws, soot from hell that no amount of washing can clean. Although sometimes they appear as an infant's footprints which make you so happy.”
― Charlson Ong, Of That Other Country We Now Speak and Other Stories

“The Devil´s palace is just a door with no hinges. If you try to open it by force, it falls on you and crushes you, but if you knock on it, you get invited inside”
― Eib Shocky, Lost Seeking Dreams

“When you are still dating, the devil is on your side, he is a fan of dating. However, the day you decide to get married officially, and the blessing of God is pronounced upon your life, the devil becomes your great enemy and destroyer of your marriage.”
― Khuliso Mamathoni, The Greatest Proposal

“Eyes as dark as devil’s
Mouth twisted in a salacious grin
The wilderness was the attire
Of the killer and its black fiend”
― Arushi Raj, Rainbow Rains: A Poetry Anthology

“Suppose the darkness itself is ignorant of its own existence, isn't that the truest form of hell?”
― odi

“Well fed devils behave better than famished saints.”
― DL Smith, The Gentleman's Guide to Romancing Your Woman or Significant Other: 11 Inspired Dates Sure to Impress that Won't Break the Bank

“Jesus didn’t spare the disciplesâ€� feelings when He pointed out
their deficiencies. Most believers today will pray for the sick, then
conclude, “If it be God’s will.� It doesn’t take much faith to pray that
way because it puts the onus on God. It takes a different level of
faith to confront a demon and be confident about the outcome.”
― Neil T. Anderson, The Bondage Breaker: Overcoming *Negative Thoughts *Irrational Feelings *Habitual Sins

“Satan doesn't even reign in hell! That's how powerless he is.”
― Niedria D. Kenny

“There’s really no such thing as too late or too soon. Things happen when they’re meant to happen.

- The Devil”
― Genki Kawamura, If Cats Disappeared from the World

“In the end, Margarita, you need not upset yourself. Everything will be made right, that is what the world is built on.”
― Bulgakov Mikhail. (Bulgakov M.), The Master and Margarita. (Master i Margarita). Na Angliiskom Iazyke. By Simon Franklin, Michael Glenny

“He has all the beauty of an angel--- a chiseled face and a faint glow. But there's something wrong about him. A rawness that never melted down. His smile is crooked, forged by a false sense of happiness. Though, he is undeniably enthralling. Golden hair and sharpened bones. Fox-like eyes that trail my body as if it's for show. Silently undressing me. Ready to pounce. In another world, I might have let him.
I smile, fawning naivety as he takes a step closer. His red lips part with a grin as he brushes a weft of hair over my shoulder. I shiver as he trails my bare skin. His touch is delicate, careful not to startle me as my breathing hitches. Slowly, his fingers trace the vulnerable part of my throat, grazing gently instead of drawing blood. He's careful in his movements, taking his time, awakening my senses until I let out a kitten cry. His hand perches beneath my chin. Our eyes lock, trapped in honeyed heat, as his thumb strokes the fullness of my bottom lip.
"You're immaculate," he says. His voice is lush and dark. I tense, trying not to tremble as his tether possesses me. It becomes harder when he whispers, "I have never seen such a beautiful girl."
Electric shovers rattle my bones. My knees slacken, and he stabilizes my balance.
I refuse to give him the upper hand.
I press my palm against his chest, grazing right where his blouse parts. My eyes turn doe-like with wonder, honoring his beauty and tending his fragile ego. "Are we to be married now? I can't wait a moment longer."
He grins. "Soon, coquette."
I move my hand up to his neck. Not slow and delicate like he was with me. But feral, delicious, wanting. "I need you." I nearly pant.
That's it. That's enough to make him tick. He drinks me in like nectar, a sweet ambrosia brewed just for him. "Come," he says, offering his arm.”
― Kiana Krystle, Dance of the Starlit Sea

“He opens the golden vial, dripping the liquid onto his thumb, still red with blood.
"Open your mouth," he commands.
"Wh-what?"
"It's honey."
"Oh." My lips tense, swallowing hard before I part my mouth.
He draws it open wider, generously placing his thumb onto my tongue. I recoil as the sweetened blood hits my taste buds. It doesn't have an iron tinge like human blood. It's dark and heavy. Like a current of wine. Cigarette smoke. Bitter orange peel or unripe fruit. What disgusts me more is how much I want it. It possesses me, and I let his thumb linger. He grins.”
― Kiana Krystle, Dance of the Starlit Sea

“With a wicked smirk, I part the Devil's lips. He invites me eagerly with want, drinking me in like salted chocolate, savoring my blood on his tongue. He thinks he has me. My muscles tense when he weakens, my power growing as his desire burgeons.
It shifts too suddenly. I gasp as he grabs me by the waist, pulling me firmly against his body. His hand coils around my neck, lifting my lips to his. My eyes shut instinctually, tasting the blood and honey on his tongue. The taste deepens, layered like spiced sangria. I want more. I want it so much, it consumes me. I press into him harder. He's ravenous, squeezing me, threading his fingers through my hair, ruining my curls.
No.
My eyes burst open, but I don't shatter his fantasy. Not yet. I come up for breath as his lips find their way to my neck. I tilt my head back, glancing at the stained glass ceiling. The upper hand is mine again when I push him against the stone wall, furiously feeding him kisses to satiate his hunger. He grabs my leg, pulling it around his waist. I balance myself against the cave, and with my touch, crystals start to sprout.
Citrine, ruby, and amber.
They form into points, my own glittering weapons. Once they're not long enough, I snap a piece off. The Devil mistakes my destruction as rapture. I play into it further. Grabbing him by the collar, I spin us away from the wall, continuing our tango over to the balcony. Wisps of my gossamer gown pool around my thighs as he explores me. My fingers twist into his hair, pulling, stringing up his appetite until he begs for more. And, once I have him truly at my mercy, I jab the crystal straight into his back.”
― Kiana Krystle, Dance of the Starlit Sea

“I only trust the devil, for he is always the devil.”
― Mecha Constantine

“If your God entitles you to a specific land and justifies your existence as "the chosen people", then you are no further than the devil himself.”
― DarkNightBeacon