Author’s POV
Marcello stood before the vast, dark windows of his chambers, gazing out over the hellish expanse that stretched out below. The Hell Pit was a place of power, a fortress built on fear and bloodshed, and he had made it his kingdom. The stench of sulfur, blood, and iron hung in the air like an oppressive fog, but to Marcello, it was home. It was his dominion, a realm of suffering and control.
His fingers drummed lazily on the stone windowsill as he waited. He had been expecting this. Vincenzo would come. Of course he would. The fool had always been driven by emotion, and now, that emotion was his undoing. He had no idea what he was walking into, how deep the darkness ran here. How deep it would swallow him.
A knock at the door broke his thoughts.
"Enter," Marcello called, hi
