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Alexander said in a deep voice, “Got it?” The Underworlders nodded. Despite them being split between wanting the Lady to crown the Dark Lord and wanting to kill the Lady, they all at least agreed on one thing. That no one shall take what is theirs. They were Underworlders. Creatures that hid from the day and basked themselves in darkness. Creatures that did not belong in both Heaven and Hell. They were in the precipice of existing and not existing. But what is theirs shall always be theirs. “The Lady is ours,” Alexander said again.

I said, “trying to kill Cheng is also part of the plan?” Peter nodded. “Could very well be, but something has to be done to prevent Nekromel.” “And what is Nekromel?” I asked. “Why it’s the name of the world beneath this one.” “Where Cheng’s father came from?” “That’s right. A world of demons and devils and other unpleasantness. When the rift is healed, the world beneath will rise. It will be Hell on Earth, literally. Not necessarily the Hell from the Bible, and this is certainly not Earth, but you get the general drift.”

"I'm the only Underling that has ever been born." "Underling?" a woman asked. "Humans say demon, but they think about hell and evil when they say it," King said. "But I'm not bad or evil, and neither are my friends. But there are bad things that live in the Underworld. My mama and papa have to stay away from them because they want to possess anything that feels like human. We call them Wraiths. There are even worse things in the Underworld, but luckily they are trapped, like when my mama and papa were forced to stay in Limbo. Humans are so powerful that they are the only ones who can call the bad ones up to earth, but that made the bad demons mad. So they made the Neratomay."

"I have never seen you before and you dare speak to me harshly. What the hell are you talking about?" The stranger scoffed, rolling her eyes. "You are with Damien Rolas because of his money, right? Name your price. I will give you whatever you ask for and in exchange, you quit working for him and stay away from him forever." Melissa stared in shock at the stranger. "Who the hell are you and what gives you the right to talk to me like that?" The stranger chuckled. "I know your type. You really do not have to pretend. I promise your secret is safe with me. Name your price, I will give you the money and you will do as I have said."

By the time I was done, they’d regret ever crossing me! The glow of my laptop screen cast eerie shadows across the sunlit room as I leaned back in my chair, fingers steepled under my chin. The digital world was my playground, and tonight, I was about to turn it into Ophelia personal hell. I thought her a lesson but this time I will be ruthless! With a few quick keystrokes, I logged into the encrypted network of the Underworld Hacking Society—an elite, anonymous collective of cyber vigilantes. My username, *PhantomQueen*, flashed on the screen, a name whispered in fear among those who knew better than to cross me.

She reminds me, the concern for our safety clear in her eyes. “I will. I’ll let you know the details once you return.” “Sounds like a plan,” she smiles and pecks my lips. —------------------ An hour later, we are walking into Shadow Den. The place is also called the Underworld for supernatural creatures. Not only werewolves but different types of creatures are found here. The ones who did not get a place in the world stay here. It's a breeding den for every sort of illegal and criminal activity. The place is shrouded in secrecy, a labyrinth of narrow alleyways and dimly lit buildings. The air is thick with the stench of tobacco decay and a promise of danger. Anyone who’s not entered this are

The first Underworld group leader I'd sent a warning letter to, ten years ago, asking him to evacuate had tossed my letter in the bin, thinking it was some child's game. But then, I attacked him. Since it was my first attack, it took a little longer to accomplish. First, I had to stalk him and hack into his systems to constantly know his next move. I finally got him in a location where it was easy to shoot him with a sniper from a rooftop. The location was supposed to be private, but he had no idea there was a seventeen year old hacker that had messed with his devices. His name was Big Tuna, and he was the first Underworld Master I had killed.

In the human world, the fall of the Bloodmoon Pack was just news of the bankruptcy of a local investment holding company. But in the Underworld - a shadow market where immortals, ancient monsters and werewolves trade in blood and power - this event is like an atomic bomb explosion.

"Of course! Who else could be worthy of me?" Then he pointed at my house with disgust. "You were right, Isabella. Just looking at her makes me sick. "Someone get in there! Smash everything in that dump! Burn it all, capisce? "I'm Marco Benedetti, and I'm destined for great things. I can't have this kind of stain on my record!"

I come with her, hot and hard across my fist, her name a growl on my lips, Davina, as we crash together through the screen, the alley spinning, the world gone. The screen flashes gold. LeatherLurker tipped $2000. LeatherLurker: good girl LeatherLurker: same time tomorrow