Ep 3 — Dynasty of Despair
“Peace never births empires. Blood does.”
Gunfire raged like a chorus of devils. Screams. Smoke. The rival gang’s base became a slaughterhouse.
Sher walked through it all in silence.
An M416 slung on her shoulder. Her gloved hands expertly reloaded a Glock-19, empty shells crunching beneath her boots. Blood seeped from the graze on her waist – she didn’t spare it a glance. Her eyes locked onto the man crawling away, half-dead, coated in dust and blood.
Shero
Whatever you know about Allisters, spit it out.
The man coughed, trembling as he lifted his chin.
unknown
Sher… you won’t get anything… even if you shoot down everyone in this world.
The bullet entered his forehead, exiting with a wet spray against the wall.
Sher (coldly, lowering her gun):
Shero
I didn't ask what I can do or couldn't
The shot echoed above all others. For sixteen years she’d been hunting one name – Allisters. Nobody dared to ask what debt she chased, but every man in this warehouse knew:
The devil wasn’t in hell.
She was here, reloading with sniper precision.
Her men flinched but kept firing. Sher holstered her Glock, stepping over the twitching corpse. Lucian jogged up, panting, rifle slung across his back.
Lucian
Sher, west perimeter secured.
She clicked a fresh magazine into place with ruthless elegance.
Nobody could forget the day she buried her son’s rapists alive with poisonous insects gnawing through decomposing flesh. Her cruelty made the underworld shiver. Some feared her. Some admired her. None dared defy her.
But did they know from where she learned all this?
She ordered, voice like breaking glass.
A rival sniper fired from the upper floor. Sher didn’t even flinch. She raised her M416, aimed with sniper-level calm, and squeezed the trigger.
The sniper’s head burst like a rotting fruit.
Smoke curled around her as gunshots faded into a tense silence. Victory smelled of iron.
She exhaled, wiping blood off her cheek with her thumb.
>>> “Wherever you are… I’ll find you, Arzeal. I’ll rip every answer out of you… and kill you in the most ruthless way possible. Just like you made me a murderer in front of this world.”
Her thoughts were colder than the blood at her feet.
Tonight, another empire fell.
But revenge still slept somewhere… waiting to awaken.
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Last Name: Forgotten by choice
Erase by force
Age: 33 (mother at 17, Youth stolen before she could bloom).
Past: Once called the Lady of Elegance. Tea parties under chandeliers, silk dresses, violin evenings with friends who whispered her name with envy.
Present: Ruthless. Persistent. Her empire drips blood and gold alike.
Aim: To peel back every layer of the Allisters until only truth and ruin remain.
The Name on Her Heart: Arzeal Allister. The man who burned her future into ashes and carved her path through hell.
Silent Motto: “If elegance failed, ruthlessness shall finish the dance.”
Comments
❦︎𝗧𝗵𝗼𝗿𝗻❦︎
Wake up to reality — Nothing ever goes as planned in this cursed world
2025-07-01
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Taqi×⃟™֮
In the previous episodes
Melanomia Arya was secretly meeting Arzeal Allister but never it was murder
2025-07-01
7
What a drag..!
I want to say it
but I don't want to give spoilers here from the previous episodes
It could be changed though
2025-07-01
8