All Chapters of A Deal with the Mafia Lord: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

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The Origin Below

The tunnels beneath Country C were alive. Not with sound or motion, but with pulse. Every stone, every beam of concrete vibrated faintly, as if the earth itself remembered the Balance and was breathing again. Julian stepped into the dark, his flashlight cutting a thin path through the dust. The smell of iron and old rain filled his lungs.Aurora’s voice murmured faintly in his head. You’re getting close.He tightened his grip on the shard, its light casting gold across the walls. Symbols covered the stone—marks he remembered from the gate. Some glowed faintly, as if acknowledging his presence. Others stayed dead, lifeless reminders of what had already been broken.“How close?” he whispered.Farther than you want to go.He swallowed hard and kept walking. The air grew warmer as he descended. The tunnels twisted in endless circles, each turn deeper than the last. It felt like walking into the heartbeat of the world.He didn’t know how long he’d been underground when he first heard it—fo

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The Chosen Vessel

Julian woke to silence. Not the kind that came from peace, but the kind that followed collapse—the breath after destruction, the stillness that carried weight. His body ached with every heartbeat, and the air around him felt alive, humming faintly through cracks of unseen walls. He opened his eyes to light. Soft. Silver. Endless. He wasn’t underground anymore. The cavern was gone. The stone, the screams, even the heat of the fight—all replaced by a sky that looked too still to be real.He sat up slowly. His coat was torn, blood smeared across his knuckles. His gun was gone, but the ring on his finger burned faintly, a sign he was still bound to her. Aurora. The thought hit him like lightning. She was gone.“Country C,” he murmured. “She went through the gate.”He stood, testing his balance. Every instinct told him to turn back, to find a way to the surface and regroup, but he knew there was no returning from where she had gone. The gate was a one-way passage, the path of no return. St

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The Fall of Light

Aurora woke with a scream trapped in her throat. Her body jerked violently, lungs burning as she dragged in air that felt too heavy to breathe. The light had vanished, replaced by a thick haze that shimmered with dull red. She lay on cold stone, her palms pressed against the strange surface that pulsed faintly beneath her fingers—alive, like the heartbeat of something immense.Her head throbbed. She pushed herself up slowly, blinking through the fog until she saw him. Julian. He was on his knees, blood streaking the side of his face, his hand gripping his ribs. His shirt was torn, but his eyes—those same dark, unrelenting eyes—were locked on her as if the rest of the world had ceased to exist.“Julian,” she whispered, her voice trembling. “You’re hurt.”He gave a small, humorless smile. “I’ve been worse.”Aurora crawled toward him, reaching for his face. When her hand touched his skin, she froze. His pulse was too fast. The air around him vibrated faintly, humming the same tune as the

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The Memory Between Worlds

Silence.Not the kind that comes after noise, but a deep, endless void—like time itself had paused. Aurora floated weightlessly, eyes closed, the taste of light still on her tongue. For a moment, she thought she was dead. The pain was gone. The chaos was gone. Only warmth remained, curling softly around her like a lullaby.But then came the whispers.Thousands of them, each brushing against her mind like a breath against glass. Aurora Jonaphine. The vessel. The key. They spoke in a rhythm, like a heartbeat. Choose what to save. Choose what to destroy.Her eyes snapped open.She was standing in a vast field of ash. The air shimmered gold, and in the distance, fragments of the spire floated like broken stars. Her hands glowed faintly, lines of light threading beneath her skin. The coin was gone—but its pulse lived in her chest.“Aurora!”The voice was hoarse, human, familiar. She turned sharply and saw Julian staggering toward her, his shirt torn, his face pale. Relief hit her so hard i

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The Girl Made of Light

Julian walked for what felt like days, though there was no sun or moon to measure time in this fractured world. The ash had hardened beneath his boots, silver dust clinging to the edges of his coat. The air was heavy, too quiet, as if the world itself had stopped breathing after Aurora’s sacrifice. He hadn’t spoken since the storm ended. He couldn’t. Every time he tried, his throat tightened around her name.Aurora.The coin lay cold in his palm, no longer pulsing, no longer whispering. Just a dead thing now—or so he thought. But sometimes, when he wasn’t paying attention, he could almost feel it stir. A faint warmth, like the memory of her hand.He stopped walking when he reached the edge of a cracked plain that stretched into the horizon. A single tree stood there—bare, black, lifeless. He sat beneath it, exhaustion hitting him in waves. For the first time in years, Julian let himself feel it all—the anger, the grief, the unbearable silence that came after losing her.He pressed the

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The Return of Shadows

The first thing Julian felt was cold. Not the simple chill of night air, but a cold that came from somewhere deep inside him, the kind that clings to bone and memory. Then came pain, sharp and insistent, racing through his veins like fire. He gasped, eyes snapping open, and the gray shimmer of Country C was gone. The air smelled of exhaust, wet asphalt, and something faintly metallic.He was lying on cracked pavement, rain falling in uneven sheets. Neon lights flickered across the slick ground, reflecting fragments of a world he’d almost forgotten. Skyscrapers loomed high above him, their windows bleeding light into the storm. New York City. Home—or what was left of it.Julian sat up slowly, every muscle screaming. His coat was torn, his hands shaking. The last thing he remembered was the blinding gold light, Aurora’s voice whispering goodbye. He reached instinctively for the pocket where the coin had been. It was still there, cold against his palm. But when he held it up, the metal s

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When the World Bleeds Gold

It was no storm that Julian had experienced that was over Manhattan. The rain was glittering dimly in the light, and every drop was gleaming gold when it came to the ground. He stood on the roof of a deserted hotel and looked down at the city below, seeing it breathe like a living creature. The flickers of the light in the streets were between different colors that did not exist. The sky was vibrating as if it were under heat waves. And most of all was a low hum that intermittently vibrated in the air--the same hum that had been troubling him since the night Mauritania disappeared into the fog.He held the coin in his hand. It was smouldering, and it beat along with his pulse. The radiance and heat radiated along to his fingertips and then waned. Whenever it flared, the world around him made a bow, like the reality itself was bowing.Julian had spent days chasing traces of her—gold dust along the river, whispers in the subway tunnels, a shadow reflected in mirrored glass. Every time h

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The Woman in the Wind

Morning came with an uneasy calm. The storm had passed, but the city was not the same. New York breathed in uneven rhythms, its skyline scarred by what had been erased. Whole blocks shimmered faintly, as if caught between existence and memory. The gold had receded, but it left behind its fingerprints—small veins of light running beneath the streets, glowing faintly at night.Julian stood on the same dock where Aurora had vanished. The wind carried the smell of salt and smoke, and beneath it, something faintly sweet, like burning metal. He hadn’t slept. He couldn’t. His reflection in the water didn’t look like his own anymore. There was a quiet rage behind his eyes and something else—a haunting glow that refused to fade.Lucas stood a few feet behind him, arms crossed, silent. He had stopped asking questions. There were no answers that made sense anymore.Julian broke the silence first. “It’s not over.”Lucas sighed. “Julian, the sky isn’t bleeding gold anymore. Whatever you did stoppe

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The City Between Worlds

The avenues throbbed with a pulse that was no longer that of New York. In the pavement were glimpses of gold veins glittering through the cracks like the light. Julian walked after them all, each glow taking him further into the heart of the city, as the shadows embraced him more closely, and the air that smelled of electricity and ash.Every few steps, the world flickered. Buildings warped, the skyline bending in impossible ways. For a second, he would see a tower of steel, and the next, its reflection—bone and glass, the same jagged spires from Country C. The two worlds were bleeding together again.And at the center of it all, he could feel her.Aurora.She wasn’t a voice in the wind anymore. She was everywhere—in the hum of the city lights, in the way the air trembled when he said her name.He moved faster, gripping the remnants of the coin that glowed faintly in his pocket. Each pulse seemed to sync with his heartbeat, pulling him forward like a compass. He didn’t notice when the

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The Reunion

Smoke curled through the ruins like dying whispers. The air still trembled with the echo of gunfire, the ground slick with rain and blood. Julian moved through the wreckage like a man caught between worlds, his shirt torn, his breath uneven, his hands still trembling from the weight of his weapon. Every heartbeat felt borrowed.He had searched for her—through fire, through screams, through the shadows that had swallowed the night whole. But all he’d found were broken bodies and silence. Aurora’s name had left his lips a thousand times, swallowed by the chaos.Now, all that remained was the storm.Julian stopped near the broken archway of what used to be the church. Lightning cracked open the sky, painting the ruins in flashes of silver and ash. He dragged a hand through his wet hair and whispered again, voice breaking in the wind. “Aurora.”No answer.He almost turned back when he heard it—the smallest sound. A breath. A sob.Julian’s head snapped toward the altar. Between the shatter

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