Devil POV. I thanked Nikolai and left, he smiled again, he’s been smiling too often during our lunch, and although we haven’t said much, the eyes talk enough. We have plans for later after we end up our work, a very important work as it seems. Find the mole, find who he sells his information to, great fun for me, interrogation, it’s always fun to interrogate someone, especially when they play hard to get, hard to break, not wanting to tell me things. I left him and went toward a bar to meet my people for the mission, I was only introduced as someone who was here to help, no one called me Devil, I went with an alias name, not my favourite thing to do in the world, I love my name, I loved being the Devil, but for today call me Maria. I have some Italian blood in me, my mother, god bless her soul, she’s a good-for-nothing woman, too weak to fight, my father had her doing his binding all along, she went with him, with everything he did or said, that including selling me. Mother was hal
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