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I took a sip of my drink to calm myself down. "Tonight, our women will show just how much lust they can provide. Every woman will try to turn their kings on as much as possible. Of course with their own creativity so every sin will be fed to the king. Every sin will feed the kingdom of that sin. Flowers grow in the wrath realm when fighting happens, grass is greenest when they sleep most in the realm of sloth, animals breed in the lust realm when we fuck like our lives depend on it!" Yroul shouted. Everybody screamed with her. The blood drained from my face.

Lorraine’s hand tightened on the back of my arm, like she was clinging to me, like she thought I might slip into the abyss and never come back. But I didn’t move. I just pressed harder, staring into Vincent Vescari’s unflinching eyes. “And if that’s true…” My smile curved, dark and cruel. “Then you’ve just given me one more reason to make sure you’re the last breath I ever take joy in watching. Because there's nothing that changed. I still want to kill. And you're still a criminal. So, here we go—"

In the shadow of the pleasure that had been lingering in his eyelids, he completed it all. Defenses shattered. The sturdy fortress had crumbled. Lucas shattered simultaneously with one forceful thrust that also unleashed Velia. Two cries merged. The tranquil night tainted by their cries of pleasure. No need to ask, the end of that long journey had reached its rightful destination. Satisfied and also happy. *

The rhythmic pounding of my heart echoed the impending chaos. BLOOD... BLOOD... BLOOD... MORE BLOOD... With every calculated step towards the shivering man, a primal satisfaction built within me, fueled by his life which I held in my hands. The scent of gunpowder lingered in the air as I revelled in the dance of danger. The sight of crimson staining my surroundings only heightened my pleasure, a twisted canvas of satisfaction painted in red.

It was so painful he couldn't even muster the energy to scream, he started rolling around as the pain got too much, it felt like his blood was on fire and burning him from the inside, that was the last conscious thought he had. Alexander watched as the two men rolled around in pain as he clenched his hands tighter the more pain they seemed to be in, he watched as blood started to leak out of their ears, nostrils, their eyes, and mouth. He didn't react, his fury blinding him as to what he was doing to them, his eyes completely red from one end to another, almost mechanically he just added pressure to his grip until suddenly their bodies combusted into bloody pieces, the blood flowing freely.

I felt an agonizing pain as his claws punctured my skin, dangerously close to my heart. The world seemed to slow as I grappled with the searing pain, and the weight of Vincent's strength bore down on me. I could hear the roaring chaos of the battlefield around us, the cries of my pack members, and the clash of steel against fur. But all of it faded into the background as I struggled to free myself from Vincent's deadly grasp. His malevolent eyes bore into mine, filled with triumph and cruelty. He relished the prospect of ending me, just as he had done with Donna. It was a stark reminder of the mercilessness that had always defined him.

"I'm here to end things, not change them." The game was deadly, the players set. And as Xavier rushed downstairs, every second became a countdown to an inevitable, violent conclusion.

” I pick up another stone and throw it at the mud. “So, that’s a slightly disturbing anecdote old man and a disturbing way to get your first kill. “Any nightmares since yesterday then?” “Nightmares?” The old man stands up and fills his pipe with mud dipped dried leaves. “After 28 years of endless war, I can’t distinguish nightmares from peaceful dreams I used to have as a young man!” The old man laughs like a man who has fully accepted the darkness in his life, I laugh along uneasily though. We then instead continue off into reminiscing about some of the funny moments that have occurred in the past and had dropped the topic of yesterday’s incident completely, which was good since later that

Dead in ten seconds if I signal it. I raised an eyebrow, stepping closer. “You wanted drama? I don’t do fistfights, James. That’s too poetic. Too clean.” I smirked, gun aimed right between his eyes. “Why should I dirty my hands… when I’ve got bullets?” And with a single snap of my fingers—chaos erupted. Gunfire. Screams. Then silence. Just silence and the sound of bodies hitting the ground. Every single one of James' men—wiped out in seconds. Blood soaked the floor like spilled wine, pooling around lifeless limbs. It was almost... satisfying. A symphony of vengeance painted in crimson.

WARNING SIGNS: LANGUAGE THAT IS UNAMBIGUOUS CURSING VIOLENCE, GUN VIOLENCE SELF-INFLICTED HARM BLOOD, DECEASE, and GORE VALENTINA’s POV However, I don't operate in that manner. Stealing is punishable by death, murder is punishable by death, and reporting is punishable by, you guessed it, death. I grinned wickedly. I turned away from the man, laughing bitterly. "I would murder you even if you simply annoyed the hell out of me," I said.