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The Devil's Bargain

The Devil's Bargain

Author: Pandaa
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Chapter 1 FORGED IN FIRE

Word Count: 1594    |    Released on: 21/08/2024

hogany table, its surface worn smooth by the weight of countless deals and the clatter of countless threats. The room, a cavernous space bathed i

he world like a phantom, unseen, unheard, a force of nature both feared and respected. I was the embodiment of the city's d

ey saw me as a monster, a force of darkness that devoured everything in its path. They

d with an iron fist and a heart of stone, was the Don before me. He taught me the art

a liability, love was a defect, being there was no place for

a flick of a switch, or the sting of a

g of his jaw, the chilling glint in his gaze. It was a brutal

memories. She tried to shield me from the darkness that consumed our family, but her e

er his own brother, a betrayal so callous, so

ed, the hollow feeling in my stomach – it was a baptism

about manipulation, about the cold, calculated wielding of fear. I learned that loyalty was a dangerous ill

ecame a weapon, a shadow, a devil lurking at all ti

a cold, unyielding stone. My emotions wer

ged in fire, a creature of the shadows, the devil himself and

d ruthless ambition. I built it from the ashes of my father's emp

leaving a trail of shattered liv

wer. They feared me, yes, but they also respected my unwavering strength, my ability t

protector. They saw me as a force of nature, a

a rival family, the Vendetta. Their leader, a man known as "The Serpent" for his cunning and manipulat

man named Angelo, said, his voice a low rumble. "He propos

voice a mere whisper, yet it filled t

the docks. He claims it's an investmen

ndelier, a cold, empty space mirroring the void within me. The Serpent wanted

deceit, and his offer, veiled in the gui

rning my gaze to the lieutenant, a man w

o said, his eyes narrowed in suspicion. "He

a low growl. "And snakes are best

e cold reality of the world we inhabited. The Vendetta was a threat,

e are not interested in his offer. Tell him we have no need for his poison. And tell him,

xture of admiration and fear. They knew my words were not idle t

dared to challenge me had learnt before, that

e shadows, of the dark, and I would remain so, a specter haunting the city's underbell

ething else, something that burned within me like a ember in the darkness. A gn

e world. They called me The Devil, but I knew the truth. I was a prisoner of

hat weakness will be the

there redemption for a man like me, a man consumed by darkness, a man who had traded his humanity for power? Could the

om for doubt, no space for weakness in the world I inhabited. The city was a jungle, a lawless r

ed at the head of the table, a solitary figure bathed in the dim glow of the chandelier.

ent of respite from the chaos that ruled my life. The scent of stale cigar smoke lingered in

was one paved with blood, one that led only to destruction and despair. But it was a

er of the shadows. And in the world of bea

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