The last enchantress of the underworld

Name: The last enchantress of the underworld
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Eliana Michael

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In the city's shadowed underworld, Elara is the last enchantress, her magic a secret until the ruthless mafia boss, Dante, drags her into his dangerous world. Their forbidden connection ignites amidst secrets and spells.

Mystery Fantasy Mafia

Chapter 6 The Thorne in their side

The day before yesterday 20:11

Chapter 1 A mark of twisted magic

The scent of dying lilies and ozone clung to Elara's fingertips. Another enchantment frayed, its delicate threads of illusion dissolving into the damp air of her hidden workshop beneath the city's oldest cemetery. Outside, the rumble of a blacked-out sedan vibrated through the stone floor__ a familiar tremor in the underworld ruled by the Valenti family. They rarely ventured this deep, into the forgotten spaces where the living brushed shoulders with the long gone. Their presence was never a good omen.

Elara, the city's, whispered secret, the last known enchantress preferred the company of silent stones and wilting blooms. Her magic, a subtle art of weaving illusions and manipulating the city's forgotten energies, was a fragile flame she guarded fiercely. The Valentis, with their iron grip on the human and illicit trades, had no understanding of such things. They dealt in blood and concrete, not whispered spells and the sigh of the wind through cracked mausoleums.

Tonight, however, the air felt different. Heavy with a tension that wasn't just the usual undercurrent of mafia power plays. A raw, discordant note hummed beneath the city's familiar symphony of sirens and hushed deals. It was a magical tremor, faint but unmistakable, it had been growing stronger for weeks.

A heavy knock echoed through the workshop's single iron-bound door. Not the polite rap of a supplicant seeking a forgotten charm, but the brutal thud of authority. Elara's heart clenched. They knew. Somehow, impossibly, they had found her sanctuary.

Before she could even consider a glamor, the door splintered inward with a sickening crack, revealing two figures silhouetted against the dim light of the cemetery. The first was a brute with knuckles the size of plums. The second...was Dante Valenti.

His presence was a tangible weight, a cold authority that seemed to steal the very air from the room. His dark eyes, shape and assessing, scanned her cluttered space, lingering on the half- finished enchantments and the faint shimmer of residual magic. He moved with a predator's grace, his expensive suit a stark contract to the dust and decay of her surroundings.

"Elara", his voice was a low dangerous rumble, devoid of any pleasantries. "My father has a...problem, one that whispers of things your kind understand ".

Elara remained silent, her hand instinctively moving towards a vial of protective herbs hidden beneath her work bench. Dante's gaze narrowed.

"Something...unnatural is stirring in our territory. Something that bleeds shadows and defies our control. They say you're the only one who can explain it". "And you will explain it. Because whatever it is, it has already taken one of ours". His big eyes, for the briefest of moments, flickered with something that looked disturbingly like fear. "And it left behind a mark... a symbol I've never seen before. One that pulsed with a magic...like yours. Only twisted ".

He reached into his inner coat pocket, and Elara's breath hitched as he withdrew a small, intricately carved piece of bone, radiating a faint, unsettling chill. As Dante held it out, the air in the workshop seemed to grow colder, and a familiar, unwelcome whisper slithered into Elara's mind__ a whisper that tasted of ancient, corrupted magic she thought long dead.

And etched into the bone, glowing with a faint, malevolent luminescence, was a symbol Elara recognized with a jolt of icy dread. A symbol that belonged to a power far older, and far more dangerous, than even the Valenti family could imagine. A power she had prayed never to see again.