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It was few seconds before he continued, “There were many other specifics Hitler tried to conceal from people and even close associates and friends, but they are not relevant here. Coming to your observation that a troubled childhood was the cause of the grimmest holocaust in human history is not entirely true. There are many people around who had difficult and unhappy childhoods, but they don’t prompt such crimes like killing thousands of children with physical and developmental disabilities, gassing millions of helpless men, women and children and burying half-starved and broken people alive, all in the pretext of racial purity.” He looked at me and then said leisurely, “The explanation for

The creaking of the giant double doors sent a wave of fear through the chained-up man and gestured that it was a sign for him to stop what he was doing, but the fear quickly morphed into a burning rage. The doors swung open, revealing a man whose body is chiseled to perfection. His dark suit wrapped around his body, his green eyes devoid of emotion as he surveyed the scene. This was Lucien Belucci, the man known as the Devil’s Incarnate, the most infamous name in the mafia world dubbed devil’s incarnate for being cold, merciless, and having no regard for life. “I knew you’d betray me. Bastardo!” the chained-up man snarled in a thick Italian accent, the veins in his neck standing out in rage.

1000 years later It was in the middle of winter, in the year of the rabbit. Terrified screams filled the night air as the sky in the human world suddenly turned red, but this didn't last a second before it returned to its original form. Before the eyes of everyone a new star appeared beside a red star called the “ devil's star ” causing a great uproar. All these signs remain unknown to a group of people hiding somewhere in the palace of DeHaven. KINGDOM OF DEHAVEN.

Her mother hadn’t died in a car crash. She’d been sacrificed. Her mother hadn’t died in a car crash. She’d been sacrificed. And Dante Moretti—the Devil himself—had been the one she bargained with. “Why are you telling me this now?” she whispered. “Because you need to decide, Seraphina.” He stepped closer again, eyes locked on hers. “This world is cracking. The barrier between what is and what was is thinning. War is coming. Not just between crime families. But between realms.”

“Why the hell would I touch your shit? We have a code. A line. I don’t cross it. You know that.” “I saw the proof. The mark, the frequency. It was your operation.” I gritted my teeth. “Someone played both of us. And you—being the reckless, senile old bastard you are—decided to act before confirming shit.” There was a pause. “Watch your mouth, boy,” Antonio warned, voice sharpening. “Watch yours. You broke protocol. You brought a war to my goddamn house without making a single call to verify. You endangered my woman.”

My body responded instantly, arching toward him despite the voice in the back of my mind that screamed how wrong this was. We were supposed to be in control. Focused. But with him, I couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. The danger only made it worse—made it better. “This is a bad idea,” I gasped as his mouth moved to my neck, his teeth grazing my skin just enough to make me shiver. I hated how much I wanted him, how much I craved the darkness he carried with him. He was supposed to be my partner, my enemy, my—something I couldn’t quite define.

This is forever. “Here lies Lucian D’Argento—devil to the world, but a man who loved enough to conquer death.” [TOPE]

Then he pulled a letter from his desk and handed it to me. I read it, my blood running cold. The words were sharp and cruel, filled with hatred and threats. I could feel the venom dripping from every sentence. To the Devil of Vercelli, You have taken what is ours. You have built your empire on the bones of our family. But we are coming for you. We are coming for your wife. We are coming for your son. And we will take everything from you, just as you took everything from us. The Serpents of the South.

“That was before I realized that—” Reksa suddenly disappeared and the next second he was near me, tightly choking my neck. I thrashed my breath as I closed and automatically gripped his fiery hand. In an instant my hands seemed to be puffing out of smoke as if they were on fire, but I still did not feel anything. “Entering the human mind is not a difficult job for me,” the devil said arrogantly. In return, I could only choke, still struggling to escape his gigantic hand. Suddenly my head felt like it was attacked again like a few minutes ago, when Hugo had not appeared in my room. In that instant, Reksa released his grip and I fell to the floor.

she mumbles in a drained voice. "But...," he murmurs. He lets his arm fall along his side. "We need to talk about this, Indra." "Not now. Please, Cain, I can't take much more right now." She looks pleadingly up at his face, before walking away after Laurin. Enock, who has followed it all, has come to an insight. The more heated their quarrels have become, the closer the horses have voluntarily approached. That's when it hits him: they're demon horses. Demons are drawn to evil and thrive on human anger. An idea begins to form in his head, but he decides to wait to vent his plan until everyone has sorted out their problems.