Chapter 1
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The Dragon Blood Mafia's Hidden Base – Mourning Hall
The air is thick with sorrow. The usually imposing headquarters of the Dragon Blood Mafia is drenched in a heavy silence, save for the quiet sobs and murmurs of men grieving their fallen leaders. The massive hall, adorned with dark banners, flickers with dim candlelight, casting eerie shadows on the mourning faces of hundreds of loyal men.
Noah kneels before the two grand caskets, his fingers trembling as they grip the cold edge. His parents, the unshakable rulers of the underground, now lay lifeless before him. His vision is blurred by endless tears, his chest aching with a pain so raw it feels as if his heart has been ripped from his body.
Noah Salvatore (age 16) Mc
*Choking on his sobs* You promised… you both promised you wouldn’t leave me…
His fingers dig into the polished wood, his nails nearly breaking against the surface.
Noah Salvatore (age 16) Mc
*Voice cracking, whispering* I’ll kill them. I’ll make them suffer more than death.
A warm yet trembling hand rests on his shoulder. Sylvain, though broken beyond words, kneels beside his nephew, his usually sharp gaze now dimmed with grief. His arms wrap around Noah, holding him as tightly as he can, as if that could shield him from the pain.
Sylvain Salvatore - Moreau (Mc's uncle)
*Whispering, voice hoarse* You’re not alone, Noah… we’re here. We’ll always be here.
Noah’s sobs shake his entire frame.
Noah Salvatore (age 16) Mc
*Through clenched teeth* I don’t want comfort… I want revenge.
Finch, standing beside them, clenches his fists. His own sorrow is evident, but his priority is Noah. He kneels, pressing a firm hand to Noah’s back.
Finch Moreau (Mc father figure )
*Low but firm* Then we’ll get it. Together.
Noah’s body trembles with unfiltered rage. His hands clench into fists, nails digging so deeply into his palms that blood drips onto the floor.
The silence in the hall is suddenly broken by raised voices at the far end of the room.
A group of men stands together, murmuring amongst themselves. Clement, one of the highest-ranking captains, steps forward. His expression is twisted with fake grief, but his eyes gleam with an opportunity.
Clement
*Loudly, addressing the room* Our boss is dead… our mistress is gone… and now what? Who will lead us?
Murmurs of agreement ripple through the crowd.
Clement
*Feigning concern* This is the Dragon Blood Mafia. The strongest empire in the underworld. Can we truly hand it over to a weak omega?
Noah’s body goes still. His red-rimmed eyes lift toward the commotion, his tears drying as his mind shifts from grief to something colder.
Finch’s sharp eyes narrow dangerously as he steps forward.
Finch Moreau (Mc father figure )
*Low, deadly tone* What exactly are you saying, Clement?
Clement
*Feigning politeness* I only mean that we are… worried about the future of this mafia. The boss had only one son… but an omega leading an empire? *He scoffs, shaking his head.*
Sylvain, standing at his full height, his aura radiating pure dominance, growls lowly.
Sylvain Salvatore - Moreau (Mc's uncle)
*Voice sharp as a blade* Choose your next words carefully, Clement.
Briar
*Smirking, stepping beside Clement* He’s right, you know. Noah will only ruin this mafia. What do you expect? That we’ll all just bow to a delicate little omega?
Some of the weaker-willed men murmur in agreement. A few take hesitant steps toward Clement, drawn by his confidence and the illusion of strength he presents.
Noah exhales, his grief buried beneath layers of ice. He slowly stands, his movements eerily calm.
The room quiets as he steps forward.
Noah Salvatore (age 16) Mc
*Softly* You’re right.
Clement’s smirk widens slightly. He thinks he’s won. He thinks he’s successfully stripped Noah of his claim.
Noah continues, his voice smooth, controlled—dangerous.
Noah Salvatore (age 16) Mc
*Calmly* I am an omega. And I am young. Many of you think that makes me weak.
He glances at the men who stepped toward Clement.
Noah Salvatore (age 16) Mc
*With a knowing smirk* Those who agree with Clement’s words… feel free to walk toward him. You don’t need to follow me.
More men, some with greedy intentions, move toward Clement’s side.
Clement, hiding his delight, folds his arms across his chest.
Clement
*Mocking* See? This is how things work, little one. Strength is what leads the mafia, not emotions.
Noah hums, tilting his head slightly. Then— With a snap of his fingers, the entire hall erupts.
Hidden snipers, positioned in the shadows of the grand hall, fire in unison.
The traitors collapse instantly. Bullet holes between their eyes. Blood splatters the floor, soaking into the elegant carpets beneath them.
The room is silent. Not a single breath dares to break it.
Clement’s face drains of color.
Clement
*Whispering in horror* W-What… what just—
Noah tilts his head, his voice still unbearably calm.
Noah Salvatore (age 16) Mc
*Coldly* I’m just cleaning up the trash.
Clement stumbles back, his hands trembling. His mind spins. This was not the delicate omega he had assumed.
Clement
*Panicked* Noah—wait! I—I only meant—
A single shot. Clement screams as pain explodes in his hand. He falls to his knees, clutching his bleeding wound.
Noah lowers the gun, his gaze utterly emotionless.
Noah Salvatore (age 16) Mc
*Coldly* Take him to the base.❄❄
His men instantly obey, dragging Clement’s shaking body across the bloodied floor.
Noah steps forward, crouching down in front of him.
Noah Salvatore (age 16) Mc
*In a whisper* You said I was weak, didn’t you?
Clement’s lips tremble. He can’t speak.
Noah Salvatore (age 16) Mc
*Low and final* I’ll show you what true weakness looks like… when I break you.❄❄
Clement is dragged away, his screams echoing in the distance.
The remaining mafia members kneel.
Mafia Men: *In unison* Long live our Young Master.
Finch smirks approvingly.
Sylvain watches Noah carefully. His nephew has changed. There is no softness left in his eyes. Only vengeance. And the Dragon Blood Mafia now had a leader to fear.
He had no more tears left to shed. Only blood. And revenge.
The Devil had taken his throne.
And the world would soon feel his wrath.
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Moon
Author-min Your writing style is fabulous, It really got me hooked up from the start. 🤌🏻🤌🏻✨✨
2025-04-20
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