In the heart of the sprawling city, atop its grandest hill, stood a mansion that reigned over the skyline like a silent emperor. Its towering columns and cold marble façade exuded a wealth that was untouchable, a power that was absolute. The air within its gilded halls smelled of aged whiskey and polished mahogany, a place built not just with stone and steel, but with ambition, blood, and an iron will.
This was the domain of Augustus Federovsky, a man who had once held the world in his hands. A man whose very name sent tremors through boardrooms, whose presence alone commanded unwavering loyalty and paralyzing fear. Kings of industry, politicians, criminals—they had all bowed before him, knowing that in the great game of power, he was a master beyond reckoning.
Yet, for all his wealth, all his dominion over cities and men, his mansion—his empire—was empty.
On the second floor, behind the heavy drapes of an arched window, Augustus stood like a statue carved from grief. The city lights flickered beyond the glass, stretching endlessly into the night, but they offered no solace. He was not looking at the city. He was searching—for something that was no longer there.
His wife. His children. The only place of warmth in his frozen world.
They had vanished, leaving behind nothing but echoes in the grand corridors, whispers of laughter that would never return. The walls, once filled with life, now stood as silent tombstones of a love that had been stolen from him. The trophies, the portraits, the antique chandeliers—they mocked him, reminders of a time when his empire was more than just steel and power.
He clenched his jaw, his fingers tightening around the heavy whiskey glass in his hand. He was Augustus Federovsky. A name that commanded empires. A man who had built fortunes, crushed rivals, and walked through blood without flinching. He was unbreakable.
But grief was not something he could fight.
It was a slow, suffocating thing. It did not shatter a man—it eroded him, piece by piece, moment by moment, until all that remained was a hollow shell of whom he once was. Augustus had conquered the world, but he could not bring back what he had lost.
And so he stood there, gazing out into the city, searching. Waiting.
For what, he no longer knew.
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Daisy
Is his daughter Lilith??
2025-03-29
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