He Will Tear Your City Down Novels & Stories

“No. Let them settle. Let them hope. Let them think they’ve won.” A pause. “And then?” He smiled, teeth bared. “Then we rip it out from under them. Burn every piece of peace they built.”

And I just know that this man will ruin me He'll take away what's left of my sanity But I won't go down without a fight

On my way home, someone suddenly stepped into my way. The disheveled man before me was dressed in rags. "Julie, why can't I get in touch with you for days? And why did you cancel the supplementary credit card? Did you know how hard it was for me?" I finally recognized the voice as Elijah's and was surprised to see him in such a horrid state. Staggering backward, I dodged his attempt at grabbing me. "Elijah, we've broken up. Of course you can't use my card anymore."

"Time to burn this hellhole down." ***

"Yo‍u⁠ shou‍l‌d have l⁠et⁠ her do it. Bec⁠ause​ th​e moment I get a ch‌ance, I am g⁠oing‌ to finish wha​t I started. I will tear Vane Global down​ to t‍he bed‌rock." A‌ dark‌, genuin⁠e laugh esca⁠ped Damien’s lips—a sound that was both thrilli‍n‍g‍ and⁠ deepl‍y un‌nerving. "You t‍hink you’re the first person t‌o try? L‌ook around you, Cele‍ste‌. This house is built⁠ on th​e bones of people who thought they were cle​v​er enough to destroy us."

he paused, "—whoever took you will understand what it means to have made that choice." "How bad?" I whispered. He looked at me for one long moment. "I'll burn this city to the ground," he said. The room was completely still. No qualification. No metaphor. No softening of the edges to make it easier to receive. Just that. Said in the quiet voice of someone stating a fact they had already made peace with long before tonight. I looked at his face in the dark and felt the words settle into my chest and stay there, not lightly, not gently, but with the specific weight of something real.

“I can bring the whole city down, El. All of it. Every rack, every loop, the Director’s body, the finished line, the whole drowned tomb. I have my hand on the part of the system that could do it.” “But I can’t pull it alone. The trigger needs a source burning at full, wired into the core through me, to overload the field all at once. It needs you. To end this place, the way it has to end, I need you to burn one last time, all the way, and let me aim it.” Damian saw it before I would. Leo does not want me to carry him out. He wants the city down, even if he is still inside it when it falls.

Press: “What’s next, Boss? You’ve got power, you’ve got loyalty. Where do you go from here?” The Boss’s eyes darkened, a hunger flickering behind them. Boss: “I finish what I started. I burn the city down and rebuild it in my image. No more scraps. No more forgotten kids. No more invisible people. Everyone eats — or everyone bleeds.” The words hung heavy. The journalists exchanged a silent glance, pens frozen over paper. Behind the crates, Rico’s jaw still tightening. Burn the city down? Was this ambition? Or madness? He didn’t know. But he knew one thing: whatever this man wanted, he’d take it. No matter who got crushed in the process.

"So you destroyed me. And now I'm back." I looked at him and he looked like a madman. And that was making me fucking mad"To destroy me? Look around Victor! I own this fucking city!" "I don't fucking care! I'm going to take back what you stole from me." He smiled. "And if your daughter gets hurt in the process, that's unfortunate. But it's not my problem." And that was how the dynamite detonated.

He was holding a glass of amber liquid that trembled in his hand. "He’s lost it," Julian whispered, more to himself than to her. "He’s burning the financial district. He’s collapsed the bridges. The city is a war zone because of you." (To be continued in the next chapter…)