The Devils’ Den
The room stinks of blood and smoke. The single bulb above buzzes faintly, light trembling like it fears the shadows. The traitor is barely recognizable now — face swollen, knuckles shattered, nails ripped raw. Every Devil in the room watches with cold satisfaction. They are Raven’s men, known only as The Devils — loyal hounds to his wrath, demons born in the underworld of steel and blood
Viper
*circling the chair, smirking, his boot pressing against the traitor’s broken hand*
Viper
You hear that, rat?
That’s the sound of your bones singing for us
He presses harder. Another crack. The man screams until his throat burns raw
Ghost
*Lighting a cigar, inhaling slowly before blowing smoke into the traitor’s face*
Ghost
And that’s just your limbs
Ghost
Imagine what we could do to the rest of you.
Spine. Teeth. Eyes.
Piece by piece — till you forget you were ever human
The traitor sobs, choking on blood and smoke. His head jerks back as another Devil drives a blade deep into his thigh, twisting slow. His screams echo off the concrete walls like a hymn to suffering. Raven… remains silent. Watching. His presence alone heavier than any blow
Viper
Boss, say the word. I’ll cut his tongue — make him choke on it
Ghost
Or better, we peel his skin off inch by inch. Let him beg to be burned alive
The Devils laugh low, dark, feeding on the man’s despair. They are more than soldiers — they are the executioners of Raven’s will. And Raven? He finally moves
From the corner, Raven rises, the weight of silence following his steps. He pulls out his gun — sleek, black steel gleaming under the flickering bulb. The sound of the click as he loads the bullet drowns out even the traitor’s sobs. The Devils fall silent, eyes on their king
Raven
*Calm, voice low as a blade at a throat*
Raven
Enough
His screams bore me now
He presses the muzzle to the traitor’s forehead. The man’s last whimper is swallowed by the cold barrel of fate. A pause. Then—
The bulb swings violently at the gunshot. The traitor’s head jerks back, blood painting the concrete. His body slumps forward, lifeless. A Devil kicks the chair, letting the corpse drop to the floor. Silence reigns, broken only by the soft drip of blood pooling beneath him
Raven
Send it to the Serpents
Let them know what betrayal costs
The Devils exchange cruel smiles. One steps forward, grabbing the corpse by the hair, already preparing the grisly task
Raven
*Turning away, already done with the sinner*
Raven
Return the rest to his family.
They should bury the body that carried his sin… but the head belongs to me
The Devils nod, eager. The storm outside howls again, as if bowing to Raven’s decree. In this world, death itself follows his command — and tonight, destiny was written in gunfire and blood
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