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To Bewitch a Devil

What are the odds that Zavian, the son of the devil, would fall for the only woman whose destiny is to destroy him? In the beginning of time, war broke out between the fallen angels and the devil, and the devil was defeated and cast into the underworld. During the war, Zavian, the devil’s son, turned against his father and joined hands with the other demons to defeat him, which made the devil kill his son's wife as a punishment for betraying him. But 500 years later, there appeared a woman slave who looked exactly like his wife, and Zavian, who had longed for his dead wife, couldn’t help but get drawn to her. But the devil had other plans for his son. To return to earth his son has to die. Is the queen's doppelganger part of the devil's plans? Would Zavian fall right into his father’s trap or has fate got other plans for him? … Everyone stood before the king, the high and the low, with their heads bowed. This was the day they had waited for, for centuries. King Zavian was finally getting remarried. To strengthen the bond between the seven kingdoms of the earth, Zavian was to get married to one of the beautiful princesses standing in front of him. But his eyes were drawn to the lowly maid standing afar off. The witches had warned him about her, and he knew he shouldn’t be with her, but she was something he couldn't resist. The more he tried to run away from her, the more drawn he was to her. Even though everything in him screamed not to, Zavian stood up and walked past the princesses in front of him and to the maid; She was tiny in her dress, and her whole body trembled as he approached her, her eyes pinned to her feet, afraid to behold his face. He smiled as he held her face, tilting her head to look at him; ‘’Neera, will you be my queen?’’ And that was when all of hell broke loose... .... The novel is written by zhiruyi on webnovel.com.

zhiruyi · Fantasy
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Weathering away in finery

The fist came as fast as his presence, and Zavian found himself flying back in the air with a force that knocked his breath away when he hit the ground. He heard a cracking noise, and his body felt like a sack of potatoes, bones misaligned and heavy.

Zavian pulled himself up, not acknowledging the bleeding on his legs, and Aloysius walked to him, the Darstun soldier behind him, ready to finish what he started.

"He is mine now," Aloysius told the soldier, predatory eyes gleaming at Zavian.

To his far right, Zavian saw Freya fighting for her life in the circle of the enemy's soldiers around her. She was fighting with the plaque sword meant to kill Aloysius, and she could not make her way out of the ambush of the soldiers yet.

"You surprise me, son," Aloysius started. He looked even huger, his domineering frame covered in healed scars, face jagged from the horrors of the Underland.