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The Black Sun Syndicate

The Last Betrayal Elias was nothing more than a desperate man looking for a way out of poverty. When a reckless decision to rob a casino owned by the infamous Black Sun Syndicate goes horribly wrong, he is thrust into a world of crime, violence, and power beyond his imagination. Given a brutal ultimatum by the mafia’s ruthless leader, Dominic Graves, Elias is forced to become a pawn in their deadly game—or die. As Elias descends deeper into the underworld, his once-innocent soul becomes stained with blood. What begins as a struggle for survival soon ignites an insatiable hunger for power. Robbery turns to murder. Betrayal becomes second nature. With every crime, Elias sheds the weak man he once was, rising through the ranks of the criminal empire. But ambition is a double-edged sword, and in the world of the mafia, loyalty is a myth. When his growing greed drives him to challenge even the untouchable Dominic Graves, Elias sparks a war—one that pits him against rival syndicates, corrupt officials, and the very government that seeks to eradicate him. But in a world built on deception and brutality, is there ever a true victor? As his enemies close in and his past sins return to haunt him, Elias must confront the ultimate question: Will he die as a king or fall as another forgotten pawn in the empire of shadows? A dark, thrilling journey into the depths of crime, Empire of Shadows explores the cost of power, the corruption of the soul, and the inevitable downfall of those who dare to claim the throne of the underworld.
Hassan_shafie · 1.7K Views

Atticus [BL]

“Evil God of the Universe, You are in every space and time. Present in every dimension of reality and govern the darkness of our world. Oh, almighty Atticus! Hear our plea and grant us your presence tonight, awaken my Lord!” The rain had completely stopped and the strong gale had subsided into the fading raindrops. The night had turned eerily silent and only the sizzling and cackling of the fire entered their ears. Suddenly, they all felt like floating from their feet despite setting foot on the watery, hard ground, as if they were traversing into space. The darkness of the night gradually turned darker, enveloping them, morphing into everyone, like a void eating them slowly. Sequentially, their breathing turned oddly slower. Despite exaggeratedly inhaling air to breathe, it was to no avail, as if a higher entity was limiting them from breathing. Nolan felt his throat and tried to open his mouth to gasp more air but failed. Everyone but him was in a state of indignation and panic as they struggled to breathe to fill their lungs with air. Nolan tried to calm his heart. He closed his eyes and stopped inhaling air in pure panic, instead, he put his heartbeat and breathing into a rhythm. It was hard at first, but after a minute, he found his breathing gradually went stable. His whole being was in pure anticipation of what was going to happen next. After a couple more minutes, the storm completely subsided, the night turned to normal. Nolan remained standing, taking in his surroundings with his eyes closed. Everything turned silent. The eerie atmosphere and the crackling of the fire from the hay figure didn’t even enter his ears. Nolan waited for a couple more minutes, his breathing turning normal. He was reluctant to open his eyes, afraid he might ruin their ritual. “It’s alright now, Young Master. You can open your eyes now.” Nolan’s breathing hitched. He jolted on his feet as he fluttered his eyes open. “Atticus? W-why are you here?” The butler, standing in front of him, a raincoat hung on his arm, smiled. “I am everywhere, Young Master, in order to best serve you.” **** Atticus, a demi-god from the underworld, was cast out of his parents' realm and banished to the human world. The reason? He had yet to give them any grandchildren. Disclaimer: This story is a work of fiction and is purely the product of my imagination. Any resemblance to real people, events, or beliefs is entirely coincidental. The intention is not to disrespect or diminish any faith or tradition, but rather to explore ideas within a fictional context. Reader discretion is advised.
lazyferret · 16.2K Views
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