The Devil's obs Chapter 37: Gavriel Valentine

Chapter 37: Gavriel Valentine

Gavriel’s Pov

Humans have always been greedy creatures.

To him, looking into their souls was like staring into a bottomless pit, one brimming with endless greed, lust, jealousy, envy, and malice. He could feel it all, clinging to them like an unseen stain. Even the ones who had not yet been fully tainted were never truly pure, for sin had already brushed against them in ways they could not even comprehend.

That was precisely why he valued his silence and his solitude.

He wanted nothing more than to stay away from them, yet they gravitated towards him like moths to a fla, drawn in by sothing they did not understand.

Especially the won, the ones who pleaded for his attention, who offered themselves so easily, asking to be taken however he pleased. And he did... when he was in the mood for sinful distraction.

But there was always sothing missing... sothing lacking.

After all, to him, it was rely a physical release, nothing more and nothing less.

He could always see through their masks, whether they were acting coy or trying to seduce him with their predictable little tricks.

It made them dull, boring and forgettable.

This was why, after his long life, he had begun to refrain from physical contact altogether. Especially since they inevitably beca clingy, sothing he loathed more than anything.

A year of abstinence had passed, and left him with no desire to return to an activity that was second nature to his kind and a powerful one at that. His people thrived on it... they were insatiable and fed on that lust. Yet here he was, playing the saint, despite being nothing close to it.

He was the most dangerous being out there, yet the people around him remained utterly clueless, continuing with their lives as though they hadn’t just crossed soone who didn’t even need to lift a finger to end their pitiful existence.

This was who Gavriel was and how he lived.

He did not care about what happened to anyone, nor did he feel even a shred of emotion for them.

Those who claid to know him had barely scratched the surface, only seeing the tip of the iceberg.

Yet even they understood one thing clearly, he was not a man who acted irrationally, nor the one who did anything out of kindness.

He was not kind, not in the slightest.

He was a man who lived by his own laws, so forged by himself and others bound by nature, laws even he could not break.

All he knew was power, command, and control. Everything else was irrelevant, so long as it did not disrupt the system he had followed for a very long ti.

But that was beginning to change.

There was a shift in the air, sothing unfamiliar, sothing unexpected... sothing even he had not seen coming.

That night at the Ross Club, when Gavriel had been dragged there by Cillian for yet another pointless evening of chatter, he found himself surrounded by noise he had no interest in.

He had retreated to the balcony to have a cigarette, seeking an escape from the won who were dripping with desperation.

That was when his attention shifted.

At the far end of the balcony, a small commotion caught his eye.

And he saw her.

He saw a beautiful woman with long blond hair walk up to a man.

The man was dripping with a lust so thick Gavriel could almost taste the rot of it.

He assud he was about to witness yet another mindless, lustful indulgence, like so many others he had seen before.

But then the sharp sound of a slap echoed through the space.

He continued watching, expecting that to be the end of it, but instead she moved again, tackling the man in a way that caught him completely off guard.

For the first ti in a long while, Gavriel found himself... slightly entertained.

But as he was leaving the club, lost in thought about the woman he had seen earlier, Gavriel was abruptly pulled out of it by the harsh screech of brakes against the road, followed by the sickening thud of impact.

Realising it was her, he acted before a single thought could form.

For the first ti in his long, cold existence, he did the one thing he had never done.

He saved soone whose life was slipping away right before his eyes.

There was sothing about this woman that intrigued him... a trigger that compelled him to do things he had never done.

Yet, he still couldn’t pinpoint the reason why.

He couldn’t even explain why he had begun visiting her at night, simply watching her as she breathed. The scent of roses from that forbidden place clung to her so heavily, so intoxicatingly, that he felt drunk every ti he was near her.

As the question of ’why’ hung thick in the air around the woman, he found himself disliking it... intensely.

He did not like the way things were unfolding at all.

His rules, his power, and the absolute control he demanded over every facet of his existence were not ant to be disrupted by anyone or anything.

Despite the thick mist of mystery surrounding the woman, he had no interest in seeking the truth. He had decided to distance himself and return to his endless, peaceful solitude.

His resolve had only hardened after she had the audacity to suggest he was linked to the darkness haunting her.

He had seen the way the spirits gravitated towards her, and he found it perplexing.

Why would they do so?

She was just a human... and yet, they claid she was more.

He could only conclude that she was a rare type of human, one of those sensitive to supernatural beings or perhaps soone who held a stronger spiritual power.

However, he had never heard of anyone who possessed the power to release spirits from the cursed loop that bound them to the world of the living after their death.

Whatever it was, he wanted no further involvent beyond what he had already allowed. And yet, here he was... watching her from afar.

He saw as she spoke to another man, a man who leaned into her space, indulging her before leading her toward a dance floor already filled with greedy, lustful souls who had an eye on her for quite so ti.

Then, for the first ti, he saw her truly let herself loose.

As her alluring body swayed in ti with the rhythm, her blond hair whipping across her back like silk, a sight that made his hand twitch with a sudden, dark urge.

Her lips were parted, her face was flushed with heat, and her eyes remained closed.

Aliana was so lost in the music, completely unaware of the danger slowly closing in around her.

Gavriel was deaf to Cillian’s voice. The world around him had blurred into a dull hum, leaving only the captivating woman below in sharp focus.

However, the mont his eyes shifted to the man swaying against her, his fingers gripped the tal railing with a bone-crushing force.

He was on the verge of turning away, determined to reclaim his solitude, when Cillian’s tone shifted. "Whoa. It looks like the golden princess is about to find so real trouble on the dance floor."

Gavriel’s gaze snapped back to the crowd, zeroing in on the circle of n closing in around her, and he could clearly see what was about to happen. As if the sight had triggered sothing in him, just as it had on the night of her accident, Gavriel moved without thinking.