#### ???'s POV
Probably wondering who I am. I am nothing but a mere servant to proclaim the goodness of my lord, the one who graced us with his presence, the sire of the shadow blade, the conqueror of the dark forces, the Devil in black. And how, you say, do I know this Devil? That's simple: I met him tonight.
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#### EVE, A FEW HOURS AGO
"So, any leads?" Azel asked, his voice carrying a mix of impatience and curiosity.
"Good ones," Shinra replied with a smirk.
"Spill." Azel demanded, setting down the cup in his hand.
Shinra leaned forward, his eyes glinting with excitement. "So, I snooped around for a bit and found out that due to the large influx of people and the upcoming event, the black market was closed—"
"That's dumb," Azel interrupted. "Shouldn't it be the opposite? I mean, the event plus the large influx of people should mean more money for the black market."
"Exactly! So I did some more digging and apparently the royals, the ROYALS," Shinra said, emphasizing the word, "made some contacts and ordered the black market to be closed because some of their heirs will be coming here. Of course, this sparked some debate and a few are not pleased with this, hence, the meeting."
"What meeting?" Azel asked, leaning forward.
"This dark eve, the most prominent hands of the black market will be meeting for the first time in a long time to discuss," Shinra answered.
"Hmmm." Azel murmured, touching his chin. "If only there was a way to get to this meeting. You know, if only there was a hand that is not too powerful we could make use of," Azel said, mischief staining his voice.
"You are right, if only there was a hand like that." Shinra brought out a neatly folded paper. "If only," he said again, his tone mirroring Azel's mischief.
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#### LATER THAT EVE
Azel and Shinra walked through the dark alleyways, their footsteps echoing off the narrow walls. They approached a rundown building, the hideout of a lesser gang, perfect for their needs.
"Ready?" Azel asked, a wicked grin spreading across his face.
"Always," Shinra replied, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
They kicked open the door, storming into the gang's hideout. The gang members, humanoid creatures with grey skin, each with a marking on the face.
The gang members caught off guard, scrambled to their feet, weapons drawn.
"What the hell?" one of the gang leaders shouted, a burly man with a tribal mark running down his face.
Azel stepped forward, his presence dominating the room. "We're here for a chat. You see, we have an interest in tonight's black market meeting, and you're going to help us get in."
The gang leader sneered. "And why would we do that?"
"Because," Azel replied, his voice cold, "if you don't, we'll make sure you regret it."
A tense silence filled the room. The gang members exchanged nervous glances, uncertain of their next move.
"Shinra, show them what happens when people don't cooperate," Azel said calmly.
With a nod, Shinra stepped forward, his movements fluid and precise. The fight that followed was quick and brutal. Shinra moved like a whirlwind, taking down each gang member with ruthless efficiency. The gang leader, now on his knees, looked up at Shinra with fear in his eyes.
Azel watched with interest, his eyes gleaming with joy, knowing that the first conquest will be easy, far to easy as they Kjorn, a race that respect strength like the orcs.
Shinra leaned in close, his voice low and menacing. "You have two choices: serve us and gain power beyond your imagination, or resist and be destroyed."
The gang leader without hesitating for a moment nodded before saying slowly. "We'll serve."
"Good choice," Shinra said with a conniving smile. "Welcome to your new liege."
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#### ???'s POV
And so, the Devil in black and his right-hand man took another step towards their goal. The shadows of the night seemed to bow to their presence, and I, a mere servant, witnessed the beginning of a new reign. A reign that promised to paint the world in blood and power, led by the conqueror of the dark forces.
Of course they haven't met me.