Devil and evil

The man in the ward frowned as he looked down at his phone. His ambience was like a king with the authority to hold the world in his palm and spin as he wished.

Clad in a hospital dress, he looked no less than Adonis. His tall frame, standing over six feet three inches, bore the strength of a bull, accentuated by angular muscles and prominent cheekbones, His jawline cut like a blade, and his lips seemed designed for passionate kisses. But it was his silver-grey eyes that held the most captivating allure-a blend of angelic grace and devilish intensity. As the light caught his black hair, it shimmered, adding to his enigmatic charm.

It took him no more than fifteen minutes to wash himself off and grab the coat before strutting out of the hospital ward.

His every step exuded confidence and authority, and as James trailed behind, flanked by a group of people clad in black. Iden adjusted his Rolex watch as James recited the day's schedule.

The chauffeur leaned forward opening the door of his black limousine. " Boss, I still suggest you take a break," James said. "For at least one day."

"I am okay," Iden replied, understanding the concern. Work was his refuge, a distraction from the ache that lingered... the absence of her.

The man worked like a relentless machine, refusing even a proper nap. What drove him? only god knew. Despite being the wealthiest and most powerful man, he remained haunted by memories.

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The dimly lit room bore witness to the desperate plea. "Iden, please... let me go … forgive me … give me a last chance... "

"I am… your uncle … your dad's cousin... you know I have a daughter ..what she will do if I am dead…" The man who called himself his uncle was kneeling on the cold floor, hands clasped in supplication, pleading for mercy in a grave voice.

Iden's eyes bore into the dying man, smoke curling around his face like a sinister halo. The man plea hung 

in the air.

Iden hunched to his eye level, his forearm resting on his knee, and looking into his half-dead eyes. He spoke. "You can take a rest in hell … don’t worry.. your daughter … will be fine … " He smirked.

The man drenched in his blood kneeling, folding his hand in prey, sobbing he requested. "Then accept my plea...my last wish …"

Iden lips curved into a cruel smile  "Speak" he commanded, his voice a blade slicing through the tension.

"I...I don’t want to die by your hands." his expression was painful. Breathing heavy and shallow, blood oozing every part of the body, still fearful.

With a chuckle, a loud "thud" exploded in the air, blood sprayed across Iden's face, and Uncle dropped his head, blood dripping from the hole.

Ahh… don’t get it wrong he didn’t kill him.

The tattooed man with long hair tied behind his back, known as the most feared mafia, fired a bullet directly into his head, sending him to hell.

His name was Kaito he was second in command and the world feared him. He was the leader of the mafia but the world did not know the mafia's leader also had a boss. "Boss..."  Kaito's voice was low and respectful, "With Uncle John gone, who will oversee our arms shipments?"

"Jack.." Iden answered Kaito as he strode out.

It was not that he disliked killing people, but he was not as easy as Kaito. Even the bosses of the underworld feared his methods. He was the "DEVIL," and his method was "EVIL" disguised as an angel. He was indeed an angel. But... death...the death angel that no one wants to face in their short life. This is what Kaito was thinking when he shot his uncle, his most trusted man.

Last night, his shipment carrying arms was almost rubbed by his opponents only because of a betrayal of his own most trusted man.

Sitting in the car, he took the tissue and wiped the blood off his face and hand slowly. He threw red dabbed tissue. His muscular arms extended over his head, revealing his taut biceps. Putting one hand on his eyes he closed his silver eyes. But his baritone echoed in the silent car.

"Arrange the meeting. "

"Yes, boss." James nodded.

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"Think again before making a decision, Mr. Weber." James suggested pushing the file towards the old man.

With a smug smirk of mockery that even Cratos would not have after winning the fight. He stated. "I did what I said; I can only sell my shares to the M&D group. "You should have thought before rejecting my proposal. He fisted the wooden table, with conceit.

"Are you certain..."

you can sell your share …

even...

now.??"

A manly, throaty voice entered before the man. He sat down in the boss chair, his forearms resting on the wooden table, and looked at the man in mock mockery.

"Wha...what do you mean? "

The old man's gaze fell on the documents. Using his aged, creased hands, he extracted the file. trembling. His eyebrows went down, and his eyes lost their boldness. With a slow motion, he put his hand on his left chest and fell to the ground.

The share transfer documents bore his signature. They had previously fought over 30% share, but the documents indicate that he now owns 100%, including the shares held by the public and his partners.

His forefathers' business was given to the Ruan family, Iden Ruan. But how did this come to pass? His signature was authentic when he did sign the documents precisely. The original document only had a change in the percentage of shares; all other terms and conditions were the same.

He remembered that he had signed papers without reading them a few days prior, his son telling him he had bought a house in his name.  He knew his son was a gambler. But he had total faith in him. As he took his last breath, his thoughts slipped away.

Iden got up, smirked, flicked his suit, and turned on his heel to walk off.

"Boss, are we going to Mr. and Mrs. Stone's anniversary?"

Before he clomped out, his footfall paused momentarily.

Beyond black and white, there are other colours as well, such as grey. His eyes were the colour of grey. He was revered as the king of the underworld, a prince in politics, and an emperor in business.