All Chapters of DEVIL'S IN LOVE (ENGLISH): Chapter 91 - Chapter 93

    The difficulty of humans is determining the end of their life story themselves.    ???    The atmosphere of the demon kingdom seemed lonely since the death of Yamasuke, the leader of the unjust World of the Undead's demon princes.    The only inhabitants in the demon kingdom are Akashita - a red-tongued demon, Bake Neko - a flat-faced cat demon, and copycat and controlling Nekomata who are traveling to another world. Akashita grunts repeatedly, endlessly annoyed. Since Yamasuke and Kyeo died, there was no activity he could do in the World of the Dead.    Usually he would play with the female spirits. However, the kingdom that was originally full of Akibara spirits was now silent.    The big-eyed demon, licked his lips with joy when he saw the arrival of one of the other princes of the Dead World. He rushed over, "Bake Neko! Where have you been ?!"    The white

    Credit To: Kyle “Kman” Mangione-Smith    Dear Abby,    We’ve never met before, so this may seem a bit odd, but I feel this is necessary. My name’s Jay for starters, I work the checkout line at the grocery store up on 67th Street. You know the one with the parking lot that’s way too big for the the store itself? Yeah, that one. I’m 24, fairly tall and have a rather scraggly appearance. You probably wouldn’t recognize me if I came up to talk to you, I don’t have a very memorable face. Heh, I don’t really know why I’m telling you all this to be honest… But, this isn’t the point of me writing you.    I was working late at night yesterday, it was a very average day for the most part. Nothing too exciting happened, but you’d be surprised how interesting this job can get at times. I’d been reading some book the guy that’d worked that

    The Perfectly Behaved Boy – A Dark Christmas Tale    Credit: Thomas O.    There was once a very well behaved eight year old boy named Miles. He did all the things that good children are supposed to do, nearly all the time. He ate all his vegetables, unless they were carrots. He completed all of his school assignments, except for that one time he forgot to finish his homework. He was always nice to his friends, unless you count that one time when he yelled at his schoolmate, Tony. And he never spoke back to his parents or got mad at them, with very rare exceptions. Yes, he was nearly perfect, and he was a joy for his parents to raise, almost all the time.    That boy existed more than thirty years ago, and in a manner of speaking, he still exists. That boy? He’s me, and he will always be part of who I am. I can remember every transgression I made as a child, not only because there were so few of them, but