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Ruthless.
Fearless.
Cold-hearted.
Death.
No one knows who—or what—Death truly is. A shadow. A whisper. A storm that arrives without warning. Male? Female? Human? Demon? The only certainty is the trail left behind—bodies with lips sewn shut, grotesque signatures carved into silence.
The name is misleading.
Death wears many faces, and the most dangerous one is always the face you least expect.
Death is not a contract killer. Not an assassin for hire.
Death kills because it pleases. Because it is all that remains.
Spain calls Death its most wanted criminal.
The underworld calls Death a nightmare.
But long before the name became legend, Death was a child. An innocent. A life shattered the night a family was slaughtered. From that moment, innocence rotted away, leaving only vengeance.
Now fate dares to place Death in a new game—one more dangerous than ever before.
The mission: end the life of Romeo, Italy's most feared mafia lord. Known as the Devil, he rules a vast drug syndicate with cruelty and power. His name alone strikes terror across the underworld, his empire built on blood, betrayal, and absolute control.
When Death meets the Devil, the world will hold its breath.
But in the shadows of bullets and blood, dangerous truths begin to surface. Lies buried deep within the syndicates. And a twisted pull between two monsters who should destroy each other—but whose darkness may burn brighter when united.
Will Death succeed in the mission, or fall into the web of love, obsession, and betrayal?
Will Death fight the Devil until only one remains… or will they join forces to unleash havoc upon the world?
One thing is certain:
When vengeance collides with desire, only Death will remain.
And the cruelest truth of all—
The one thing that could have saved Death, the fragile thread that might have kept humanity alive—
was ripped away long ago.
A whisper drifts through the night:
"Ruthless."
"Fearless."
"Cold-hearted."
Death.
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By the time the last struggle ended, the figure moved with methodical grace, preparing the final act. The victim's body, now limp and lifeless, was lifted effortlessly. Death carried it through the night, slipping across streets and shadows until the church loomed ahead.
The doors were unlocked with a whispered command and a practiced twist of tools. Inside, the air was cool, still, sacred. Death hung the body upside down above the altar, lips neatly sewn shut—a silent, horrifying signature.
Satisfied, the figure seated briefly in a pew and whispered:
"Holy Mary, full of grace, pray for us sinners, now and in the hours of sins."
Silence followed. No one moved. No one saw.
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