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he asked already knowing the answer. She nodded, “It is. She found her way back into our world and now we have to take her out of it”

“Then we build. On their ashes.” Ayla’s lips curved into a slow smile. She raised her glass, eyes locked on his. “Ashes and empire.” His mouth twitched into a smirk, the kind that promised ruin and rebirth in equal measure. “Exactly.” Their glasses clinked softly. Outside, the storm raged on, lightning tearing the sky in two. And within those walls, two predators sat side by side, drinking to the death of kings. The world beyond their penthouse had no idea it had already been marked for fire.

DANTE'S POV People call me the Devil of New York. They're not wrong. I've killed men for less than a dirty look. I've gutted rats who thought they could steal from me. I've fucked women who begged for mercy and made them beg for more pain instead. My empire runs on blood, loyalty, and fear. That's the only language this rotten world understands. And tonight, I reminded everyone of it. Crawford thought he could play me. Thought he could borrow money from my syndicate, promise returns, and then ghost like I'm some dumb fuck banker. No. You don't spit in my face and walk away.

For a moment the two of them sat in silence, watching the global domino effect unfold. Outside, the sun was rising higher now, casting warm light through the dusty window. The world was waking up. And somewhere across the globe, criminals were waking up to find their empires collapsing overnight. Elara finally broke the silence. “Does it feel strange to you?” Dominic looked up. “What does?” She gestured toward the tablet. “All of this.” “Everything falling apart.” He studied the screen again for a moment before answering. “Yes.” “Strange how?” He exhaled slowly.

' 𝑫𝒆𝒗𝒊𝒍 𝒊𝒔𝒏'𝒕 𝒂 𝒖𝒈𝒍𝒚 𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓

I said with my gun to his head. “Diego?” That scoundrel Desmond said, he looked like he has seen a ghost. I guess I am a ghost to him now, I guess he thought I was dead but he forgot that it is impossible to kill the Devil, the devil controls Hades, the devil is Hades. “He…Raphael assured me that you are dead.” He said again, his mouth opened in shock, his face looks pale and ghostly like he had just seen a ghost. I smiled to myself, what a fool.

It was just a way for him to have control and power over me. But I’m the one with the power here. To get my revenge, I would do anything, I would give anything, and right now, I was selling my soul to the devil. But in this story, there are two devils. One doesn’t just know it yet.

Maybe start planning my next escape for real this time. And then—he did something that caught me off guard. Ronan Blackwood, the Devil himself, squatted in front of me. Not stood. Not loomed. Squatted. Eye level. Holding two glasses of wine in his large hands. “What’s the problem?” he asked, his voice softer than I’d ever heard it. I looked away. “I’m fine,” I muttered.

Nicolas stood at my shoulder and told me the history in the low voice of a man narrating a church. "The night he was nineteen," Nicolas said, "the law owed him fourteen deaths. His father dead a season, the succession contested, and the old law plain as a knife: the challenger dies, and the backers die with him. Thirteen wolves backed Corvin Blackwood that night. The pack came here expecting a slaughter. It's what a nineteen-year-old does; it's what we understood." He looked across the sand at his cousin, who stood in the ring's center in judgment black, still as a held breath. "He struck thirteen names into the roll of men instead. One by one. Out loud. And he spared the fourteenth — the on

No, nah-hah, I'm not falling into the pit of flames just because a demon fooled me. Noticing that I'm not moving or following him, Than lets out a frustrated sigh and stops. He doesn't turn around to look at me, just stands there for a few moments before he speaks again. "Garden of evil is home, not hell. And no, I can't read minds; I correct myself only because you're not the first one who assumes that and refuses to follow. You humans and half-shifters believe in God and paradise, in Devil and hell, but refuse to acknowledge the world in between that isn't yours. Gardens." Wow, the whole God and Devil talk makes me believe Than more than I did before. Note the sarcasm. "The next thing you'