Epilogue (part one)

Time: Seven years after the incident with Alexandra.

Location: Italy. A company belonging to the Sicilian Mafia.

The muffled sounds of someone screaming got his attention.

Paride Casio raised his head slowly, a distasteful look in his eyes. His raven hair covered his left eye as looked over the round glasses he had on at the blond make tied on the chair in front of him, his Halo ring glowing.

With the years that had passed by, the softness of his face had morphed into hardness. High cheekbones. A sharp chin. Pronounced jaws.

And the tattoos. The tattoos couldn't be ignored.

Black ink decorated every part of his neck, trailing down to his back that held the mark of the Order while his chest held the one he treasured the most. Some part of the tattoo even showed as the first three buttons of his shirt were off, his black waistcoat hugging his perfect figure.

Paride looked like the Angel of Death.

Slowly, he placed the book with the name 'A Thousand Ways to Torture A Person While Keepin