The night was heavy with silence, but beneath it, the Devil's Mafia moved like shadows. Lucius had given the order, and his council obeyed without hesitation. Each step they took was another thread in the web that would strangle the Grimaldi Syndicate.
Ravenna Veyra was the first to strike. Disguised as a courtesan, she slithered into the homes of Grimaldi loyalists. Her laughter echoed in the dark as she whispered poison into the ears of their women. "Your men will die screaming. Your children will be orphans. The Devil already owns you." Within days, the Grimaldis' wives wept in fear, and their daughters begged to be taken far away from the city.
Meanwhile, Cain Mortalis was carving silence into the streets. The hulking executioner carried his axe like a reaper. Each night, Grimaldi soldiers vanished. By dawn, their headless corpses appeared nailed to the walls of their own territories. Cain never spoke, but the message was clear: resistance was suicide.
Silvio Marcellus, the Fox, worked in shadows of a different kind. He spread false rumors, carefully planting seeds among rival gangs. "The Grimaldis are weak," he whispered through paid informants. "Their Don has already bent to the Devil." Soon, smaller groups began pulling away from the Grimaldis, leaving Matteo isolated, bleeding loyalty from within.
At the same time, Adrian Crowe struck with the law. The Devil's Advocate filed lawsuits, bribed judges, and sent investigators to raid Grimaldi businesses. With his slick tongue and twisted charisma, Adrian made it seem as if the Grimaldis were guilty of every crime imaginable. Politicians who once supported Matteo now kept their distance, terrified of being dragged down with him.
And then there was Victor Draemont, the Iron Tycoon. With a single phone call, he froze the Grimaldis' assets. Businesses once loyal to them suddenly switched allegiance. Their liquor shipments rotted in warehouses, their gambling dens lost customers, their money evaporated. What good were guns and soldiers when the coffers were dry?
Through it all, Darius Veylan, the Butcher, watched with burning hunger. He bided his time, cracking his knuckles, eager for the moment when Lucius would finally unleash him to deliver the final blow.
In his lair, Lucius Draxion sat on his throne, crimson eyes glowing with cruel delight. His laughter rolled through the chamber, cold and merciless. "Soon, Don Matteo will crawl to me. And when he does… the world will learn what happens to fools who defy the Devil."
The web was complete. All that remained was for the prey to panic, struggle, and fall.