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The mafia’s captive Trial of souls
Vulture moved like a ghost between stone pillars, the ancient monastery looming above him like a skeleton of forgotten gods. The locals called it Crkva Tišine—the Church of Silence. No records of its origin remained. It had no clergy, no congregation—only stories of rituals performed in blood and gold under hollow skies.And now, a lead.He descended into the catacombs with only a single lantern and a blade laced with silver and wolfsbane. The Hollow King’s sigils had been sighted here, freshly carved into the skin of a drowned priest who had washed ashore two weeks prior. If Valeria was planning something global, this place was likely a nexus.At the heart of the tombs, Vulture found what he came for.A shrine.Built not for worship… but for storage. Inside, buried under layers of ash and time, lay blueprints. Not of buildings—but of rituals. Ones that turned bodies into conduits. Ones that siphoned the essence of saints and sinners alike.At the center was a diagram of a boy.Labele
The mafia’s captive Beneath the Basilica
The hidden lab was buried beneath what used to be a basilica outside of Prague — a ruined cathedral now overrun with rot and overgrowth. Bain stepped inside first, weapon drawn, Vulture at his side. The air was electric, humming with leftover magic that clung like wet spider silk to the walls.Petrov and Sokolov followed, weapons slung low, eyes sharp. They weren’t here for a gunfight. They were here for the final puzzle piece.“We found it,” Sokolov muttered as he passed under a rusted arch that had once read Sanctum Vita.“No,” Bain whispered. “We found her cradle.”The underground tunnel twisted downward, reeking of iron and old sorrow. As they descended into the heart of the lab, the temperature dropped. Runes pulsed softly along the walls — not just science, but sorcery. This was no ordinary trafficking lab or research site.This was where the Hollow King’s children were born.They entered a chamber flanked with rows of broken cribs and surgical chairs. Some still had restraints.
The mafia’s captive Ashes of war
It began in a shadow-draped alley behind the gutted cathedral of Vienna—once a center of Hollow experiments, now a ruin surrounded by silence.Bain and Vulture stood side by side, dressed in black, the sigils of the Thorned Circle engraved beneath their coats. Across from them, a woman emerged—pale, veiled, lips stitched shut.Her name was Mother Throe, a defected priestess of the Hollow cult.She held a small scroll bound in scarlet twine.Vulture tilted his head. “You know the price if this is a trick.”Mother Throe didn’t speak. Instead, she unrolled the scroll with trembling fingers and showed them a name—Cardinal Saur, one of the last living architects of Valeria’s war, hidden beneath a monastery in Prague.“He guards the third mirror,” Bain said. “The one tied to Cassian.”Mother Throe nodded once, then backed into the shadows.She didn’t need payment. Her eyes—wet with blood—had already seen what Valeria would do to traitors.Bain tucked the scroll into his coat. “Let’s burn a
The mafia’s captive Ashes of the hollow
Black Glass and Shattered VeilsIn Zurich, Bain stood amidst the smoking ruin of what had once been a pristine hedge fund front. The windows were shattered. The server room had been dismantled. Vulture’s hands were still covered in the ash of occult paper scrolls—contracts written in blood, binding thousands of orphaned souls into algorithmic rituals.“She used finance to fund sacrifice,” Vulture muttered, setting a flame to the last server drive. “A hedge fund laundering pain.”Bain’s eyes narrowed as he stepped through the blood-coded encryption vault. Symbols lined the walls in liquid obsidian.And at the center: a vat.Within it, fragments of children’s teeth floated in a thick, humming serum.“Bastardized consecration ritual,” Vulture said. “This is where she converted trauma into currency.”“Burn it all,” Bain commanded. “And spread the ashes into the Rhine.”They left no trace. Only fire.As they exited, a whisper brushed Bain’s mind—subtle but ancient.She watches through more
The mafia’s captive The thorn circle
Bain’s black gloves were coated with digital dust as he and Vulture moved through the marble halls of the abandoned banking fortress in Zürich.“This place doesn’t smell like money,” Vulture muttered. “It smells like rot.”“That’s because it’s not a bank anymore,” Bain said grimly. “It’s a tomb of ideas.”The so-called House of Orthodoxy had once been the epicenter of Valeria’s financial laundering—a front used to funnel donations from cult members and human trafficking rings through crypto-shadow accounts and sacrificial mining farms.But now? Empty. Except for one.Bain stopped before the heart of the complex—a mirrored chamber coded with living encryption. The mirror was etched with runes that pulsed like veins, connected to a central black obelisk humming with occult energy.“She fused tech with spellwork,” Bain said, cracking his knuckles. “So we respond the same way.”He pulled from his pocket a brass cube—Sokolov’s creation. Ancient scripts met modern code. When Bain twisted th
The mafia’s captive blood beneath the stone
The Circle of FourIn the war chamber beneath the Austrian fortress, the air vibrated with arcane energy.Cassie stood within a painted circle, hand resting over her stomach where their second child grew. She was calm, focused, her aura pulsing faintly gold. Cassian slept peacefully in a nearby room, guarded by an inner wall of runes layered by Petrov, Vulture, and Sokolov.Across from her stood Elias—hood drawn, hands aglow with inherited power.To one side, Seraphina lit the sanctified candles with murmured invocations in Enochian, while Bain placed the relic blade—taken from one of Valeria’s earliest ritual victims—at the center of the warded diagram.“Ready?” he asked.Cassie nodded.Elias looked up. “She’s listening.”A cold wind snaked through the stone vault, though the chamber was sealed. The shadows along the walls rippled as if breathing.Vulture muttered, “Feels like we’re summoning a damn god.”“No,” Seraphina whispered. “We’re warning one.”The spell began with Elias’s vo
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