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But luckily for Scorpion, there were only three bullets in the gun. “We leave in three hours. Get your shit sorted out before then.” The devil turned his back to Scorpion, obviously dismissing him. “Thank you, My Lord.” Scorpion slowly rose from the floor and bowed to the Devil before he leapt out of the room.

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.

“These are our people!” My heart lurched in fright as I heard that. My suspicions had been confirmed. Devon was the leader of the Celestial Trinity rogues.

Resolve replaced hesitation. Lucian straightened, both hands flat against the table, his shadow stretching long across the maps and names. “Prepare the men. Arm them. Train them like the devil himself is coming for them. In three nights, we hit Darius. No survivors. No mercy.” One by one, the lieutenants rose. Chairs scraped against the floor, boots pounded toward the door. They left with determination carved into their faces, carrying orders that would change the underworld forever. When the last door closed, silence fell heavy. Only the rain remained, striking against the glass like a warning drum.

Her face was dead serious. “Listen to me very carefully,” she whispered, stepping closer. “You need to get the hell out of there while you still have legs to run and a mind that still belongs to you. Those three men are devils wearing expensive suits. They don’t fall in love, they don’t keep pets — they break them. They tear innocent girls like you apart piece by piece until you’re nothing but a hollow, drooling, cøck-addicted wreck begging for their attention.” Her eyes bored into mine.

The Glambour forest, also known as the Devil's vale was situated in the western part of Patasia continent with mysterious supernatural secrets. lt was the earlier meeting place of different nations but now everyone was scared to cross that place due to it's dark secrets. History saying that hosts, sightings of the reaper, wolf packs gathering, vampire hideaways–all present in this forest at one time. Popular rumour about the forest was the paranormal activities of the non human creatures of there. Once approximately in early twentieth century, a pregnant lady and her husband were trapped in this mysterious forest because of the broke off of their black classic british sports car.

"Give me a chance to expla-" "Sorry," Blake Turner's cold voice reverberated in the hall. "Starting from today, The Spades is an enemy of The Devils. And as the leader of The Devils, I won't tolerate my enemy standing in front of me so fearlessly." "Mr Turner, do you even know who you are trying to stand against?" Mr Calypso growled, clenching his fists, unable to stand the disrespect.

He smiles as he corrects everything, yet somehow played with it as he taunts. “I’ve told you, in that vessel, there are three souls. One is the original who owns that body, two is the façade that was made to keep the mind sane and the third is the sinister one, by which this story pins to be the original and true antagonist, or by means, the devil’s daughter.” Throwing a somehow mind game, he giggles in silence as Gennivier reads his thoughts and got pissed for a moment and so. Yet, drops it off immediately as she took another sip of her tea and ask him.

“Then where are the three left? “ “We still haven’t found where they are now, but one of the two ancient devils we know seemed like on moving” “And Abelard! this is the outline of the ancient Devils. One ancient devil can kill hundreds of people per day.” Say Aahva. Suddenly, there is an electric shock that is felt inside Abelard’s chest, his pupils enlarge from the shock. His gaze falls on Aahva as fast as lightning for a moment as he said that. He had just heard an unexpected thing. “What!? Can you say it again!?” “Like I said earlier, they could kill hundreds of people per day, so it’s likely that the devil you fought that night wasn’t one of the ancient devils.”

As if everything just beginning to be so funny as it seemed? “Raj, the last of the list Alpha of the Alarkin World,” the Devil said so low and slowly, yet it came with strange effect that numbed Raj scalped. Chills goes down his spine, mouth hung open and eyes widened. Especially when the Devil added, “I never thought you were able to reject your mate once, then there's a foolishness of yours to think she will never be a part of the plan. The long search...just the step closer of the bloody end!” Raj felt something was amass, his forehead crest in confussion yet his grudge only deepened. This Devil have never been learned his lesson, and was only trying to make him confuse.