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Chapter 18: The Price of Oaths
The Devil’s court was growing.But Kael knew whispers were fragile. Oaths could be broken. Fear alone was never enough. Fear made men bow, but blood made them stay.That night, in the abandoned warehouse at the edge of the river, Kael decided the price of loyalty would be carved in flesh.The building reeked of mildew and rust. Broken beams hung like crooked teeth from the ceiling. The windows were boarded, allowing only thin slivers of moonlight. The rest was lit by candles wedged into cracks along the wall. The flames flickered nervously, as though afraid of the man who had summoned them.At the center of the floor, Kael had carved the Devil’s Mark into the stone. Thick grooves spiraled outward, and into them he had poured fresh blood. The Mark glowed faintly, pulsing like a wound that refused to close.Ten followers knelt around it.They were not soldiers. They were not killers. They were beggars with hollow bellies, women with calloused hands, and scarred men who had lost everythi
Chapter 17: Whispers of Rebellion
The city had changed overnight.The barracks massacre spread like wildfire through every alley, every tavern, every market stall. Soldiers had been slain where they were strongest. Their own walls bore the Devil’s Mark, glowing faintly even after the guards tried to scrub it clean.“No one is safe,” people whispered.“They walked into the barracks and left alive.”“Even the guards tremble now.”Mothers refused to send children into the streets. Merchants sold only in hushed voices, always with one eye on the shadows. Drunks muttered prayers before passing through alleys, clutching talismans like lifelines.Fear was no longer smoke. Fear had teeth.And Kael knew it was time to take more than blood. It was time to take loyalty.---In the orphanage hall, the Devil’s court gathered once more. The Devil’s Dagger pulsed faintly on the table before Kael, casting crimson light across their faces.Lira, crimson-eyed and blood-hungry, leaned forward eagerly. “The guards are broken. They stumbl
Chapter 16: Blood on the Batracks
The city had not slept.The Devil’s Mark was everywhere. Carved on walls. Burned into tavern doors. Etched onto the gates of the market fountain. Even the guardhouse itself bore the spiral, bold and jagged, mocking every sword and shield that tried to protect the people.At dawn, the barracks erupted. Soldiers swarmed the streets, torches and blades clattering, boots pounding against the cobblestones. Captains shouted orders, their voices breaking as fear wrapped itself around even the most hardened men.“Find the culprits!”“Scour the alleys!”“No wall goes unchecked!”But no amount of shouting silenced the trembling in their ranks. Some soldiers muttered prayers as they marched. Others spat to hide the quiver in their throats. A few swore they saw the mark glowing when they turned their heads.Fear had eaten into their hearts. And Kael knew it.From the rooftop across the barracks, Kael watched. Cloaked in shadow, his presence was a silent weight. At his side stood his three subordi
Chapter 15: The Devil's Mark
The city had not recovered from Garrick’s death.Only days ago, his bloated corpse was dragged through the streets, leaving behind whispers that refused to die. The guards tried to smother the rumors with steel and patrols, but fear had already seeped into the people’s bones.Kael knew whispers alone were fragile. They rose and faded like smoke. If he wanted fear to last, if he wanted his court’s shadow to linger over the city forever, it needed form. A face. A mark.Tonight, that mark would be born.The orphanage’s ruined hall was silent except for the steady pulse of the Devil’s Dagger. The blade rested in Kael’s grip, glowing faintly crimson, its hum vibrating through the cracked floorboards. The three kneeling before him watched with heads bowed.Lira, the Blade, burned with eagerness. Her crimson eyes glowed faintly in the torchlight, lips curled into the faintest smile as if she could already taste the fear to come.The thief; his Shadow sat stiffly, sweat gathering at his brow.
Chapter 14: Fear in the Streets
Morning broke with a strange heaviness. The sun rose, but its light seemed weak, as if the city itself resisted the dawn. In the lower district, people gathered in clusters, whispering in frantic voices, eyes wide with disbelief and fear.The body of Garrick the Merchant had been found.Blood soaked his silken sheets, his fat face frozen in terror, eyes glassy and wide. Guards who had once pocketed his coins now muttered nervously, avoiding each other’s gazes. By midmorning, rumors spread faster than fire in dry grass.“His throat was slit like an animal’s.”“No, no—his heart. Straight through.”“They say his eyes glowed red before he died.”“Red? That’s the Devil’s mark, isn’t it?”Fear crept into the voices of the people. Garrick had been hated, yes. He cheated and squeezed them, but he had seemed untouchable. If someone like him could fall overnight, who was safe?From the shadows of an alley, Kael listened. His hood was low, his eyes hidden, but his presence drank in every fearful
Chapter 13: The Devil's First Mission
Night had fallen again, cloaking the city in silence. The streets were narrow veins of darkness, lamps flickering weakly as though even the fire feared to burn too brightly.Inside the orphanage’s abandoned hall, Kael stood at the center. His presence filled the space like a storm, silent but suffocating. Before him knelt his three subordinates—Lira, the Blade; the thief, his Shadow; and the boy, his Witness. Each bent their heads low, waiting.The Devil’s Dagger pulsed faintly at Kael’s hip, red light spilling across the cracked floorboards. The System stirred, its voice coiling around Kael’s mind.[Stage Two Initiated.][Directive: Test loyalty. Assign first mission.][Failure Penalty: Subordinate death.][Reward: +50 Court Influence, +15 Stat Growth for Subordinates.]Kael’s lips curved into a faint smile. The time for words had passed. Now came proof.“You three have sworn yourselves to me,” Kael said, his voice low but carrying the weight of command. “But oaths mean nothing witho
