Novel & Cerita Señor Tenebroso

The air was buzzing with tremors. That was when a sinister laugh was heard coming from the dark. A few figures slowly appeared within sight. "It's you!" Chase frowned. His dark eyes were filled with a chilling look of murder. It was Abel Scurve, the Sosa Saint, and Tibor Langdon, the Secret Sect's Saint. Abel was in a green robe and had a sword on his waist. He was a good-looking man, and at this moment, he was smiling confidently. As for the Secret Sect's Saint, Tibor, he was wearing a big and loose cape. It covered half of his ugly, savage-looking face. It was difficult to see what he really looked like.

Very amused in a vile way. “I would like to hear from her,” Lord Tenebris grins evilly. He looks down at Angelina, his smile widening at her woeful expression, then back towards the gap in the crowd. “Or maybe you have something to say first? You two do not look similar, my dear. Well,” he forcefully lifts Angelina’s face by her chin, angling it side to side roughly while Angelina struggles, looking frightened. “Maybe you do. How is it, my dear, to see your cousin after all this time?”

Though the place had some light compared to the other parts, it was occupied by people with the darkest personalities. Thick smoke of cigars wafted out of the corner lazily, mingling with the other clubbers at the other side. As Selena got close, her eyes found him. Eduardo Gorrero. He was seated at one of the booths, a large wrap of burning cigar trapped between his fingers as he watched the man before him rant along. His lips were slanted to the side in a vicious smirk as his dark eyes watched the man. The man stopped talking and smiled as his eyes darted to the open briefcase full of money.

It made men fall and disappear… Just a name… “Tenebris…”

He asked calmly. Lord Night was one of the ruthless Dons in El Salvador, controlling seven dangerous gangs. Lord Night was bad news and hardly attended any meetings or socialized with other Lords. He loved drugs and abused women in the name of fun. He was never in Casper’s good or bad books because their paths never crossed.

The damn mysterious figure still persisted in not wanting to answer his question. "Interesting! Not in vain I asked His Majesty to allow me to kill both of you! Hahahaha—urgh!" The sword in his hand he immediately drew right into their hearts, eliminating the mysterious figure's laughter that bothered him so much. "I hate hearing that laugh of yours!" "I take it as a compliment, Theodore Pedrosa," the mysterious figures stuck out their tongues—which were surprisingly long with a split in the middle of the tongue like a snake's tongue, pitch black like charcoal.

The kind of eyes that could look at you, peel off every layer of your soul, and still find nothing worth keeping. He stood lazily leaning to the side, his grin never faltering once under my confused stare, his tall frame casting a shadow across the tiled floor. Sunlight from the wide windows hit the side of his neck, revealing the dark balm ink crawling up from under his shirt. Tattoo lines, shapes, and words snaked across his throat and hands. His skin was pale, almost ghostly against the black ink. And then, he smiled again. Not a friendly one. "Iñigo Gonzalez," he said, his voice smooth and deep, carrying that strange mix of amusement and warning. "César's..... friend."

He put the tray on the floor and looked at me in a very disgusted way. This man looks a lot like Alejandro but he’s more on the leaner side. Alejandro is big and buff and I can tell that beneath his suit hides a powerful mass of body. The person who looks like Alejandro must be his youngest brother Antonio Cortes. I’ve heard of him. He’s a freak of nature, well not more than me but I kind of hate this waste of space. He’s slimy and has the vibe of a snake. I don’t know why Alejandro keeps him. I heard him said about the la familia code that they don’t betray each other but this one, this fucker gets on every last one of my nerves and I want to fucking spill his guts on the floor and stab hi

I say and she watches me just as Heather enters on the phone. “I’m sorry, sir, but Tesoro is really busy and can’t take your call. I will check her schedule and see if I can fit you in.” She says before she hangs up. She walks to Zana and kisses her. Then gasps at Romulus and quickly snatches him from Zana. “Who was that?” I ask her as she giggles as Romulus licks her, too. “A man called Andros Bristol-Romano. He is wanting to meet you, and it sounded urgent.” I clutch my head and an image of a big burly man runs to me in my head, but I’m covered in blood.