Blackwell Phantasma Quotes

Incredible,” Blackwell echoed. “The audacity of men worth less than dirt.

Firstly, let me reintroduce myself.” He dipped his head in a formal bow. “My name is Salemaestrus Erasmus Blackwell, Prince of the Devils. But you, angel, may call me Salem.

Then Blackwell solidified himself completely. “Call her a name one more time,” he threatened, his tone bored but his eyes alight with mischief. “I dare you.” Cade gawked at the sight of Blackwell’s tall frame, but his expression quickly soured as he spat, “Incredible, even Demons have whores⁠—” Blackwell grabbed Cade’s wrist and twisted his arm until he screeched in agony. “Incredible,” Blackwell echoed. “The audacity of men worth less than dirt.

Tell me, Blackwell,” Genevieve said in a saccharine tone. Warning bells immediately sounded off in Ophelia’s head.

Blackwell, Blackwell, Blackwell,

Blackwell, Blackwell, Blackwell,” she recited in a rush.

As it turns out, I don’t like being choked,” she muttered. Blackwell shrugged. “Not by metal collars at least.

but the way Blackwell was looking at her right now eradicated any thought of self-consciousness from her mind.

Ophelia opened her mouth to comment on the state of the room, but shrieked instead. The bloody Ghoul was dragging itself into the bathroom. She stumbled back a step—right into Blackwell’s surprisingly hard body. His muscles were even more toned than she had imagined they’d be. She felt his chest vibrate with quiet laughter against her back as he leaned his mouth down to her ear and drawled, “Watch this.

Hello, angel,” a deep velvet voice greeted her. Blackwell stepped into the ring of light.

Incredible, even Demons have whores⁠—” Blackwell grabbed Cade’s wrist and twisted his arm until he screeched in agony. “Incredible,” Blackwell echoed. “The audacity of men worth less than dirt.

Erasmus Blackwell, Prince of the Devils. But you, angel, may call me Salem.

In fact, the last time we saw each other, my fingers were in her⁠—” “Finish that sentence and I’ll fucking kill you,” Blackwell threatened.

One thing Blackwell had always been right about was that soft hearts did no one any good. They broke over and over again. They bled for those who didn't deserve it.

I sure as Hell hope I’ve never sounded so ridiculous,” the real Blackwell said behind her, snapping her out of her momentary lapse in judgment. She cleared her throat as she answered, “Oh, you absolutely have.

Forget what I said, I’m going to fucking kill him,” Blackwell snarled as he began to shift into his corporeal state.

I’ve had a lover,” she interrupted before he could jump to any conclusions. “But he never made me do that.” “Then he was useless and a waste of your time,” Blackwell told her

One thing Blackwell had always been right about was that soft hearts did no one any good. They broke over and over again. They bled for those who didn’t deserve it. So, when she finally got an audience with Phantasma’s creator, her heart would not be soft. It would be hardened from all the heartbreak she had experienced in the last two weeks. And the heartbreak that had not yet come as her time with Blackwell dwindled to an end.

Call her a name one more time,” he threatened, his tone bored but his eyes alight with mischief. “I dare you.” Cade gawked at the sight of Blackwell’s tall frame, but his expression quickly soured as he spat, “Incredible, even Demons have whores⁠—” Blackwell grabbed Cade’s wrist and twisted his arm until he screeched in agony. “Incredible,” Blackwell echoed. “The audacity of men worth less than dirt.

His expression shifted to something like thoughtfulness. “What is your name?” She stared at him for a long time, deciding if she should risk giving it over this time. He gave a dramatic sigh. “If I give you my name first, would that help?” “Possibly,” she answered. “You can call me Blackwell. It’s nice to officially make your acquaintance…?” A long pause. Then, “Ophelia Grimm.” “Ophelia,” he repeated, tasting every syllable. Her name on his tongue sounded like a wicked prayer. “You are exactly the person I’ve been waiting for.

Which one?” “Who cares? I’m fine. You healed me. We need to get back to our quest.” “I care. We have a bargain. I’m supposed to protect you from harm while you’re here,” he told her, his tone a little too casual. “So again. Who did that to you?” “The one named Cade,” she admitted. “Happy?” Without another word, Blackwell disappeared.

My name is Salemaestrus Erasmus Blackwell, Prince of the Devils.

Blackwell?” she whispered. “Firstly, let me reintroduce myself.” He dipped his head in a formal bow. “My name is Salemaestrus Erasmus Blackwell, Prince of the Devils. But you, angel, may call me Salem.