Matteo stood up slowly, adjusting the sleeve of his shirt with deliberate care. "You should get some rest," he said. "Because tonight…" He paused, letting the words settle before finishing, "…tonight we will swim in the blood of our enemies."
Carlos felt it before he reacted to it, the chill, sudden and sharp, running down his spine as Matteo continued, his voice steady, almost reflective. "There will be screams," he added softly. "Pain., regret, and I Matteo Romano, the Devil will make sure every one of them understands exactly why they are dying."
Carlos said nothing because he didn't need to, he had heard this tone before and he knew what it meant, thjs was not anger, this was something far worse, something controlled, something that did not rush, this was MATTEO ROMANO THE DEVI
