Chapter 14: The Battle of Death
The city of Haelgar had long been a sanctuary for crime, its heartbeat pulsing with the rhythms of corruption. For years, the Heidan family reigned over this underworld kingdom, their influence a shadow stretching over every illicit operation in the city. From smuggling rings to underground fight clubs, they thrived on power and fear. Yet, their empire now lay in ruins, annihilated in one fateful night by the merciless hands of Black Angel and High Rise Devil.
It had been eleven days since the massacre of the Heidan family, and Haelgar had descended into chaos. Black Angel and High Rise Devil were relentless in their mission, not content with merely dismantling the Heidan dynasty. They aimed to purge the entire city of crime, leaving behind a trail of devastation. Over five thousand criminals had perished in those eleven days, their lives extinguished with brutal precision. The city bled as screams and gunfire echoed in the darkness.
The remnants of the Heidan organization, now leaderless and fractured, faced a grim reality. Their forces, once invincible, were crumbling under the relentless assault. Desperation compelled them to fight back, to mount a last-ditch effort against the two killers who had turned Haelgar into their personal battlefield.
The confrontation began under the cover of night. Black Angel and High Rise Devil stood atop a high-rise, overlooking the city they had plunged into turmoil. The skyline glowed faintly, the lights of the surviving buildings flickering like candles against the black void. Beneath their feet, the streets swarmed with criminals rallying for a counterattack.
“They think they can stop us,” Black Angel muttered, his voice a cold monotone that carried no hint of doubt.
High Rise Devil leaned against the edge of the rooftop, his grin sharp and unyielding. “They’re welcome to try,” he said. “The harder they fight, the sweeter their defeat.”
The first wave of attackers moved in, a heavily armed militia of criminals loyal to the Heidan family. Confidence radiated from their ranks; they believed their numbers and firepower could overwhelm any opponent. They dismissed the stories of Black Angel and High Rise Devil as overblown rumors, tales spun to instill fear.
Their illusion of control shattered as the killers descended.
Black Angel was a blur of movement, his steps silent, his knives gleaming in the faint light. He struck with surgical precision, each slash and stab perfectly calculated to bring down his targets. Bodies fell around him like leaves in a storm. High Rise Devil followed close behind, his brutal strength a force of nature. He crushed bones with his bare hands, his laughter ringing out amidst the chaos. Together, they were unstoppable, a storm of death that left no survivors.
The battle raged for hours, the streets of Haelgar transforming into a warzone. Blood pooled on the asphalt, staining the city’s foundations. The Heidan remnants fought with everything they had, but their efforts were futile. For every wave of reinforcements, Black Angel and High Rise Devil met them with relentless ferocity.
By the fourth day, the tide of the battle shifted decisively. Word of the killers’ prowess spread through the ranks of the criminals. Fear began to take hold. The survivors whispered of Black Angel’s inhuman speed, of High Rise Devil’s monstrous strength. They realized they were not fighting men—they were facing monsters.
As the Heidan organization’s forces dwindled, the killers pushed deeper into the city. By the sixth day, they reached the heart of Haelgar, where the Heidan family’s top lieutenants had gathered in desperation. These were the leaders who had once controlled vast networks of power and influence. Now, they were cornered, their strength a shadow of its former self.
The criminals had fortified themselves within a towering building, its walls lined with weapons and traps. They believed the structure was impenetrable, a bastion of safety amidst the carnage. Black Angel and High Rise Devil shattered that illusion.
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The killers moved through the building like predators stalking prey. Black Angel’s movements were precise, silent, and deadly. His blades struck without warning, cutting down the lieutenants and their guards with ruthless efficiency. High Rise Devil was a force of destruction, tearing through barricades and enemies alike. The building echoed with the sounds of gunfire, screams, and the dull thud of bodies hitting the floor.
Within hours, the fortress was silent. The lieutenants lay dead, their blood pooling in the hallways. The Heidan family’s leadership had been obliterated, their empire reduced to ashes.
Yet, the victory came at a cost. Haelgar itself suffered under the weight of the battle. As the conflict spread, innocent civilians were caught in the crossfire. Buildings crumbled, cars burned, and the streets were littered with debris. The air grew thick with smoke and the acrid stench of death. Entire neighborhoods were reduced to rubble, collateral damage in the killers’ war.
For Black Angel and High Rise Devil, the destruction was inconsequential. Their focus remained on their mission, their bloodlust unquenchable as they pressed forward.
By the eleventh day, the Heidan organization was a memory. Only a handful of survivors remained, scattered across the city, their spirits broken. These remnants hid in the shadows, too terrified to face the killers again.
The city was unrecognizable. Its streets, once bustling with life, were now graveyards. Bodies lay abandoned, the victims of a battle that had consumed everything in its path. Buildings stood as hollow shells, their windows shattered, their walls scorched. The air hung heavy with silence, broken only by the distant crackle of dying flames.
Amidst the ruins, Black Angel and High Rise Devil stood victorious. They had achieved their goal, dismantling the Heidan empire and purging Haelgar of its criminal elite.
“It’s over,” Black Angel said, his voice flat, devoid of triumph.
High Rise Devil’s grin widened, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction. “No,” he replied. “This is just the beginning.”
The city lay at their feet, a broken kingdom ripe for the taking. The Heidan family, once the rulers of Haelgar, had been reduced to ash and whispers. Their legacy was gone, obliterated by the unyielding force of the two killers.
As the survivors fled into the shadows, Black Angel and High Rise Devil disappeared into the night. Their names became legend, whispered in fear by those who had witnessed their reign of terror.
Haelgar would never forget the Battle of Death. Its scars would remain etched into the city’s history, a reminder of the chaos that had unfolded.
And in the darkness, Black Angel and High Rise Devil watched, their work unfinished, their thirst for destruction unquenched.
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Days 12 to 14: A City of Ashes
The aftermath of Black Angel and High Rise Devil’s brutal campaign left Haelgar in shambles. The remaining criminals, those who had lived through the massacre, found themselves hunted in the bowels of the city. The illusion of safety had long since been destroyed. No corner, no alleyway, no abandoned building could shield them from the unrelenting vengeance of the killers.
In the desolate streets, the broken remnants of the Heidan family had nowhere left to run. Even the most hardened criminals cowered before the killers. Black Angel, with his cold eyes that saw through lies and weakness, hunted them down like prey, his blades never faltering. High Rise Devil, his monstrous frame a terror on the move, had become an unstoppable juggernaut, his fists pulverizing whatever stood in his way.
The city’s skyline had once been a symbol of power and wealth, now just a tombstone for the dead. It was a city of ash, and the killers were its gods. Under their gaze, the remnants of the Heidan family had no place to hide.
Every crime lord, every lieutenant who had once wielded power in Haelgar was now reduced to nothing, each life extinguished in a symphony of terror. The final pieces of the Heidan legacy were crumbling, their hold on the city obliterated with violent finality.
Black Angel’s mission was more than just vengeance—it was purification. With every life he took, the stain of corruption was wiped away. The city, once a haven for criminals, had become a wasteland, and Black Angel and High Rise Devil were the storm that had cleansed it.
But as the days dragged on, as the bodies continued to pile up, something began to change in the two killers. Their hunger for destruction had not dulled. There was no satisfaction in their victory, no relief in the carnage. The city was gone, and yet they were not done. Their thirst for blood had not been quenched.
With the last of the Heidan loyalists dead, the two killers stood amidst the ashes, surveying their work. The ruins of Haelgar were silent. The world that had once thrived here was no more. The city was theirs now—broken, devastated, and awaiting the next step in their reign of terror.
Black Angel spoke only one word: “More.”
It was the beginning of a new era. An era of blood and death, one in which Haelgar would never recover.