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A Dangerous Game Of Chess

Novel By: Inkheart123
Gay and lesbian

Belphegor is the successor to the throne of one of London's most feared underground mafias of the natural and supernatural world. He lives as in aristocrat in London's society, plagued by the madness and darkness that runs through his family. He is constantly being stalked by a monster that claims to be his devil, driving Belphegor mad since childhood. View table of contents...


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Submitted:Mar 4, 2010    Reads: 126    Comments: 2    Likes: 2   

Are you sad?
Or maybe you're lonely?

"Don't be be stupid." he growled as he stood before a grave with an angel perched on top of the grave stone with it's wings out stretched as if in flight. It was white as snow. It was late summer. Summer was coming to an end and soon the leaves would change color and fall and before you knew it the whole world would be covered in a blanket of white.
Am I?
"Of course you are. I can never be sad or lonely because she's dead. Even if I was I don't care for those kind of feelings. And I would certainly not go to you." The evening sun warmed him yet he felt cold. The sky was stained blood red.
"Why are you laughing?"

The fire that comsumed your mother also consumed you yourself.
"We are playing a game you know."
"It is much more dangerous. A game of life and death and I intend to win."
Sound interesting. I think I'll observe this "game" of yours.
"Don't worry. You have front row tickets." A smirk was visable on his face as he turned away from the grave and strood away out of the cemetery, his hair glowing in the dusk light as if glowing like the moon, violet irises almost a shade of red.

"I'll be waiting. Maybe I could play a round or two."


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