The Devil's Wrath 😈🔥
There were lines in war.
Rules.
Limits.
Damian had just erased all of them.
The hospital room was silent again.
Too silent.
The unconscious woman lay on the floor.
Proof of one thing.
Victor had crossed too far.
Elara held Seraphina tightly.
Her heart still racing.
Her eyes fixed on Damian.
Because she saw it.
That shift.
This wasn't the man she loved standing there.
This was something else.
"Elara," Damian said quietly.
His voice calm.
Too calm.
"I'm ending this."
No anger.
No hesitation.
Just certainty.
Elara swallowed hard.
"Damian…"
A pause.
"Don't lose yourself."
For a second—
His eyes softened.
Just a little.
"I already did," he replied.
A beat.
"The moment he came for you."
Silence.
Heavy.
Final.
He turned to Lucas.
"Move them."
Lucas nodded immediately.
"Safe house?"
Damian shook his head.
"No."
A pause.
"Somewhere even I can't find easily."
Elara's breath caught.
Because that meant one thing.
This war…
Was about to get ugly.
Damian walked toward her slowly.
His gaze dropping to Seraphina.
He reached out—
His fingers brushing gently against her tiny hand.
A rare softness.
Gone in seconds.
"I'll come back."
He looked at Elara.
And this time—
There was something deeper in his eyes.
A promise.
And a warning.
"Lock every door," he said quietly.
"Trust no one."
Then—
He turned.
And walked away.
Not as a man.
But as war itself.
Night fell over the city.
But this time—
Darkness wasn't hiding anything.
It was coming alive.
One by one—
Victor's operations started falling.
Warehouses burned.
Men disappeared.
Deals collapsed.
Panic spread through his network.
Because there was no pattern.
No warning.
Just destruction.
Lucas stood beside Damian on a rooftop.
Watching flames rise in the distance.
"You're wiping everything," Lucas said quietly.
Damian didn't respond immediately.
His eyes fixed on the city.
Cold.
"I'm sending a message."
Lucas glanced at him.
Then nodded slowly.
Because he understood.
This wasn't revenge anymore.
This was eradication.
Elsewhere—
Victor watched the chaos unfold.
His expression no longer calm.
For the first time—
There was tension.
"He's moving too fast," one of his men said nervously.
Victor didn't reply immediately.
His fingers tapping slowly against the table.
Then—
He smiled.
But this time—
It wasn't confident.
It was dangerous.
"Good," he said quietly.
"Let him burn everything."
A pause.
His eyes darkened slightly.
"Because when he's done…"
His smile widened.
"He'll have nothing left to protect."
Back at the mansion—
Elara stood by the window.
Seraphina in her arms.
Watching the distant glow of fire in the city.
Her heart tightened.
Because she knew.
Damian wasn't just fighting anymore.
He was becoming the very thing the world feared.
And this time—
There might be no coming back.