The Son Of Death

Chapter 1 – The City That Belongs to Death Lucian Vale POV People call me a psycho killer.... The son of death It’s not a name I chose. It’s the name the city gave me the first time I slit a throat in the middle of a crowded street. They say I’m a ghost. A shadow. A monster wearing a man’s skin. That mother fucker was f**king robbing a*****e and yet they called me the monster. They’re wrong. I’m worse than that. Because I don’t kill for fun. I kill if I find something or someone annoying. And tonight, someone, or to be precise one of my men decided to annoy me by creating something I warned him not to. Humans! The Mafia boss ruler of the underworld is tied to a chair in front me, trembling, his blood dripping onto the floor in perfect rhythm with the clock on the wall. He’s the kind of man who thinks the rules, my rules! don’t apply to him—until I show up. He thought he could create something… new. Something I warned him not to! without me finding out. “Where is it?” My voice is calm. It always is... Terror doesn’t come from shouting. It comes from silence. The Mafia boss chokes on a sob. “I—I don’t know what you’re talking about.” I smile. Small. Cold. The kind of smile that makes men pray for death. “You know better than anyone the kind of guy I am, I won't ask you again, the sooner you talk, the sooner you die!” I say, circling him like a wolf. “Unless" I paused. "of course you're a psychopath, that loves when people are tortured, if you die in my hands without me getting the answer I want I'll make sure everyone -and everything you've ever loved pays the price ” His eyes widen. I smirked slightly, just the reaction I was expecting.. I picked up a steel rod and pressed it against his knee, slow and deliberate. “One last time,” I say, voice calm enough to freeze blood. “Where is it?” The man’s eyes dart wildly, his breath coming in short bursts. “I—I don’t have it anymore!” Silence He chokes on a sob, the words spilling like broken teeth. “I sent it down—I swear! To the slums. To one of my men.to keep it quiet—” My jaw tightens. “Name.” “P-Peters,” he stammers. “Peter O’Hara, he's one of my secret men,lives with his daughter. Please, Lucien—I didn’t mean—” I let out a soft breath, almost a laugh. “You sent Pandora to the slums,” I murmur, circling him like a shadow. “To a man with a child.” The Mafia boss nods frantically, hope flickering in his eyes like a dying flame. “Yes—yes, but it’s safe—it’s—” I cut him off with a glance that kills the word in his throat. “Safe?” My tone is sharp silk now. “You made a drug that turns humans into beasts, just for fun and called it safe?” I crouch so we’re eye-level, my voice dropping to a whisper that feels colder than the steel in my hand. “You sent chaos into my city!!. You are trying to ruin my city!! And you think I’ll forgive you for that?” His head shakes violently, tears streaking his blood-stained face. “Please—I’ll fix it—I’ll—” I smile. Small. Controlled. The kind of smile that makes men pray for the end. “You won’t fix anything,” I say, standing smoothly. I don’t need to raise my voice. My word is the sentence. As I pull on my gloves, i glanced at tools spread out on the table, I picked up a large dagger- " Because you are dead" ********** “Clean it up,” I say over my shoulder to the men waiting in the shadows. The Damien walks in with that stupid annoying smile on his face that makes me feel like punching him. "Aww you started before me, no fun" He pouted and stared at the man with no fingers, nose and tongue- I had to cut it off he was making lot of noise. "Well, what now?" Damien asked. "We visit the slums" He is my best friend and the only one that gets away after annoying me. ....................... Rose POV I waved at Grandma, her frail hand lifting slowly in return, the same tired smile on her face. Beside her, Jessica waved too, a little too cheerful, but I didn’t think much of it. “Take care of yourself, Rosie!” Grandma called. “I will!” I yelled back, forcing a bright smile even though my throat felt tight. Leaving the slums wasn’t easy, but it was necessary. I had plans. I wanted to find out who my father was, and also make a life for myself the slums is too limiting. Jessica jogged up to me before I stepped onto the train. She shoved a wrapped sandwich into my hand. “Here. For the road. You’ll need it.” “Thanks, Jess,” I said, surprised. We weren’t that close anymore. Still, it felt nice. For a moment, I almost believed she meant well. The train whistle blew. I climbed aboard, weaving through the crowded aisle until I found an empty seat by the window. I sank into it, clutching the sandwich. Outside, Grandma was still standing there, waving with all the strength her old body had left. I pressed my palm to the glass. For a second, I thought I saw tears in her eyes. The train jerked forward, pulling me away from everything I’d ever known. I unwrapped the sandwich, biting into it slowly. The taste was plain, but it filled the emptiness in my stomach. My eyes drifted to the window. The city blurred past as I thought of everything I was leaving behind—dusty streets, endless laughter with the kids, nights sneaking onto rooftops with Jessica back when we were actually friends. But those days were gone. Now all I wanted was answers. Who was my father? Why did he leave my mum?. I wanted freedom. I wanted life. I chewed another bite of the sandwich and pulled out my phone, staring at my reflection in the black screen. That’s when it started. My head spun, the world tilting sideways. My stomach clenched tight. I dropped the phone into my lap, gripping the edge of the seat. “What the…” My words slurred. I fumbled the phone back up, forcing my eyes to focus on the screen. What I saw made my blood freeze. Purple veins. Crawling under my skin, spreading across my face. “No…” My voice cracked. My chest felt like it was on fire. A scream tore out of me before I could stop it. Passengers turned, eyes wide—then everything went black.