[chapter 15. Devil Incarnate]
trigger warning: mention of gore
Rafael Lorcan Sullivan. They called him cold, ruthless, and a menace to society. Yet every powerful man kissed the path he walked on with pleasure. Hypocrites. The world was nothing but the peak of hypocrisy. After all, he was an ace that no one could reach. The morals bent for him.
The unfathomable power that the name Sullivan carried.
A man was born with a golden spoon, a tongue of silver, and a mind of a lethal snake. You would thank him for killing you as his venom entered your veins, gradually taking your life away. In contrast, he observed you from above with a glass of whiskey and a smirk on his face. They called him Big Boss.
The world named him the devil incarnate.
His unrelenting wickedness and lack of mercy made everyone uncomfortable. His glib tongue spoke a scrumptious spell, the devil to whom you would sell your soul willingly. A cruel smirk on his face while he devoured your soul, your sanity. For it's you who fall for his appeal, giving up on your dear life. But everyone forgets that the devil was once an angel.
Fallen from god's grace as he sought peace in the darkness. And darkness welcomed him with open hands.
Rafael's father, Balor Sullivan- was a man who lost everything he once loved. He renounced the world and lived in seclusion. He was letting his only child Rafael take over the business at the tender age of eighteen.
Rafael soon ruled the Sullivan Empire with an iron fist, transforming it into the strongest within seven years, making the name Sullivan untouchable. They called him a prodigy. Cruel and clever- everyone praised him.
But one thing they did not know was he was crazy.
Absolute crazy.
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His strides echoed through the dark dungeon as people bowed at his sight. Raw power oozed from him; in the way, he carried himself- the sly curve of his eyes and the slight flex of his muscles. The man exuded pure masculinity.
"Big Boss," every guard lined up bowed to him. Some in reverence, some in fear. The chasm of silence plagued the path.
The door cracked, the sound haunting the entire room, the screech making one wince. His nonchalant steps walked closer to the soon-dead man.
His meaty hands wrapped around the neck of the spy. His cold eyes looked at the musing spy. The spy's face turned red due to lack of oxygen but showed no struggle. As if he enjoyed the pain.
"Liam, you will never find him," the man spat out the blood from his mouth. His bloodied teeth cracked in a grin. "He will kill everyone," the man smacked his lips and burst out laughing. He threw his back and laughed till he choked up and coughed the blood.
"Everyone. Everyone will die."
He clutched his stomach and laughed. Everyone was going to die. Liam was back, and all five families were going to die. After all, he had 'that' in his hands. The days of peace were over. How amusing.
"Tsk. Tsk. Oh, Big Boss. How does it feel to be fucked over," he ridiculed and then clicked his tongue when he earned no reaction from the oversized man. His throat burned when the pressure on his neck increased. Ah, so this Almighty was angry, he smiled.
Still, he dared to taunt the devil. "How Liam made a fool of you all. You thought five years ago 'that' perished. While he kept it, he fucking protected it only to screw each of you all over," he coughed a laugh.
"One fucking army against Liam and I would say it is equal," his laughter died as he looked into the dark eyes of the walking monster. The Almighty Big Boss had no idea what would hit him soon.
He watched the blank stare of Big Boss and bubbled with giggles thinking he had finally crawled under the boss's skin. "Haha," he giggled, ignoring the increasing pain in his neck.
Rafael robotically turned his head, watching the bleeding man with a sadistic smile. The spy's laughter stopped watching the smile bloom on Big Boss's face; it made him shiver. It was a smile of cruor that spoke of nothing but mayhem. The spy cringed back.
"Poor you," Rafael cooed, almost taking pity on the man in front of him. The smile never left his face. He loosened the grip on the man's neck.
Craziness filled his obsidian eyes.
The guard gagged. Blood, bile, and brindled organs covered the floor. The spy's tongue was yanked out of his mouth and tossed into the corner. His skin toured deep until he could see his bones, his guts hanging out beside the door with eyeballs.
The guard almost puked when he caught a whiff of yesterday's dinner mixed with blood from the mutilated man. He could never get used to the sickening scenery, no matter how many years he spent in the Underworld.
The worst part was that all the torture devices were spotless. The only thing dripping with blood was the Big Boss's hands.
Rafael tossed the gloves, not looking at his hands as Alec handed him a new pair. The same dark leather gloves. Alec sighed and looked at the blank stare of his boss. Rafael was enraged. Yet his face remained void of emotions.
He had mastered the art of poker face.
"Locate Liam. Whatever the cost. I want 'that' before anyone else."
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"I am one step closer to my revenge, брат," her voice dripped with darkness. Morbid amusement flickered in her eyes. (bratt: brother)
"They killed little Selena, and now I am going to return the favor," her fingers trailed over the pink diary decorated with strawberry stickers. A book filled with the thoughts of the naive Selena. The one who saw good in the world while the world killed the good in her.
She might have let go of the revenge if only one person had helped her.
A sigh left her lips as she pressed her back against the comfort of her bed. "Little one," the soothing voice crooned. "I know revenge is what you deserve. But I don't want you to lose yourself in the process," big brother's words warmed her cold fortified heart.
No matter how many walls she had, big brother managed to find a crack and make an irreplaceable place in it. The man had raised her when she was at her worst and was the only man to whom she would give up her life in a heartbeat.
"Do the voices still trouble you?"
Yes.
"No."
"Liar," she smiled at his words. He knew her well like the back of his hand. "I am getting better," she twirled the lock of her hair, earning a questionable hum. She laughed it off.
"It's been over three months. I have stopped relying on the medicines," Selena said, her body melting against the softness.
It was a conscious choice. Selena despised taking pills and injections. Even before they controlled her with unknown substances, they filled her body. The thoughts made her body tremble.
"You know it's okay to rely upon them. They help you. Just because you need medication to cope doesn't make you any different. You are a normal human who needs a little more care," he answered gently.
"It's okay to not be okay."
"They make me feel numb. I hate that feeling," Selena's answer came clipped. She smacked her lips; she did not mean to sound harsh. "Sorry," she mumbled lowly.
Big brother let out a laugh. He could imagine her lowered head and how she puckered up her lips, mumbling a low sorry. The girl hated apologizing. "It's alright, little one."
"Ugh, how could you stay so calm," she groaned, burying her face in the nearest pillow. "Well, it comes with practice and patience; unlike the girl who lacks them both–"
"Hya!" she snapped. "I am ending the call. You mean," she threatened.
"He is right," came another annoying voice. "Hayate," she grumbled.
"Selena lacks practice. It's been months since I saw her training," Hayate snitched. Selena heard ruffling in the call. Her eyes narrowed into thin slits as she glared at the traitor.
Hayate did not flinch back. Training is something they need all the time. If they stopped, their skills would deteriorate, and it would only mean one thing, death. Thanks to people who wanted them six feet underground. He informed big brother just because he cared for her.
He would go crazy if the only person he called family died.
"Selena," the voice turned stern. Great, Selena, not little one. She bit her lower lip. "Big brother," she tried to sound adorable, earning a gag from the boy who betrayed her.
"Eww disgusting," his face contorted. Whenever he heard the sweet tone from Selena, goosebumps would crawl over his skin. The girl who smiles when she sees blood does not look adorable when she speaks in an almost baby voice.
"Don't act cute little lady. Get to the point. Why have you not been training," he said, dead serious. "I needed a break and also...," she trailed off. She twirled her lock, unsure whether to speak up. But it was always preferable to tell them than to learn it from someone else. It would lead to misunderstandings, which she despised.
"Also?"
Selena froze when she heard the turbulent tone. Big brother was furious. Goosebumps covered her skin. The worst was when a silent man became angry. It hurt even more because she cared more about the man than anything else.
"I'm working for someone," she said, taking both men by surprise. Why weren't they aware of this? Hayate scowled at her, watching her neck stiffen as if guilty. She refused to look him in the eyes.
"Who?" they both questioned.
"Thealmightybigbossrafaelsullivanakabigbitch," she mumbled in a single breath, she ripped her words like a band-aid. Sweat covered her hands as she gripped the phone tighter.
"Properly," they hissed as she let out a peal of nervous laughter.
"Hehe, big brother, what did you have for dinner? I ate salmon teriyaki for dinner with--"
"To the point, Selena," the voice growled from the phone, making both Hayate and Selena straighten up. She took a deep breath.
"Big Boss, Rafael Sullivan."
"What?!"
Death, here I come.
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