The Devil Burns, The Devil Bleeds
The city was on fire.
Not by accident.
Not by chaos.
But by one man.
Damian El Diablo Reyes.
Flames rose into the night sky.
Warehouses collapsed.
Gunshots echoed like thunder.
Men screamed.
Everything Victor owned—
Everything connected to him—
Was being wiped out.
Damian walked through it all.
Calm.
Cold.
Untouchable.
A man ran toward him.
Panicked.
"Please—!"
A shot rang out.
Silence.
Damian didn't even look back.
"Burn it all," he said.
His voice wasn't loud.
But it carried power.
Lucas stood behind him.
Watching.
Careful.
Because even he knew—
This wasn't just anger.
This was something worse.
This was a man…
Who had lost control.
Far away—
Where no fire could reach—
Cold replaced heat.
A concrete room.
Dark.
Empty.
Merciless.
Elara sat on the ground.
Her back against the wall.
Her hands tied tightly behind her.
Her body weak.
Still recovering.
Still hurting.
But her eyes—
Wide awake.
Filled with fear.
"Damian…"
Her voice trembled.
A soft cry echoed.
Seraphina.
Elara's head snapped toward the sound.
Her entire body tensed.
"No… no…"
She struggled instantly.
Pulling against the ropes.
Ignoring the pain shooting through her arms.
"Stop moving."
A voice.
Cold.
Controlled.
Victor stepped into the light.
His presence filled the room like poison.
"You'll only hurt yourself more," he added calmly.
Elara glared at him.
Tears already forming.
"Let us go…"
Victor tilted his head slightly.
Almost amused.
"Let you go?"
A pause.
"And waste all this effort?"
He walked slowly toward the baby.
Each step deliberate.
Elara's breathing became uneven.
"No… please…"
Her voice cracked.
"Don't touch her!"
Victor stopped.
Just inches away from Seraphina.
Then looked back at Elara.
A faint smile on his lips.
"That fear…"
A pause.
"…is beautiful."
Elara shook her head desperately.
Tears falling freely now.
"She's just a baby!"
Victor crouched slightly.
Looking down at the child.
"Innocent," he murmured.
A pause.
"Just like you were once."
His eyes darkened slightly.
"And look how that ended."
Across the city—
Damian stood still.
Surrounded by fire.
His phone buzzed.
He picked it up slowly.
A video.
He pressed play.
The screen flickered.
Concrete walls.
Dim lighting.
Elara.
Tied.
Weak.
Then—
The sound.
His daughter crying.
Everything inside him…
Stopped.
Victor's voice echoed.
"You burn my world…"
A pause.
"…so I take yours."
The camera shifted.
Showing Seraphina clearly.
Small.
Helpless.
Damian's grip tightened.
The phone cracking slightly in his hand.
"Come find me," Victor continued.
"If you're fast enough."
The video ended.
Silence.
Lucas stepped closer.
"Boss…"
Damian didn't respond.
Didn't move.
Then slowly—
He looked up.
And Lucas froze.
Because those eyes—
They weren't just dark anymore.
They were empty.
"He touched them…"
Damian's voice was low.
Dead.
Lucas clenched his jaw.
"We'll find them."
A pause.
Damian shook his head slowly.
"No."
His voice dropped further.
"I'll destroy him."
Not anger.
Not rage.
A promise.
Final.
Back in the concrete room—
Elara's body trembled.
Her eyes locked on her baby.
"Damian…"
She whispered again.
Because she knew—
If he didn't come soon—
The Devil wouldn't just burn the world…
He would lose it.