Danny was a young boy of fifteen who had already endured more than most people face in a lifetime. His brother, Mike Lector, had been his rock and protector, but that stability had been ripped away when Mike took his own life. Mike had been a hero in his own right, having defeated two infamous entities known as the Black Angel and the High Rise Devil—demons that terrorized the world by mercilessly killing criminals. Yet, despite his monumental achievements, Mike received no recognition, no praise, not even a whisper of gratitude. The silence was deafening, and it broke him.

Danny was devastated. Losing Mike meant losing the only family he had left, the person who had shielded him from the brutal realities of life. Their parents had died in a car accident when Danny was just three years old, and Mike was fourteen. Since then, the two brothers had been shuffled through countless foster homes, passed from one family to another like unwanted baggage. Eventually, Mike managed to secure a place of their own and a steady job, providing a semblance of stability. Danny, a school dropout by necessity, had started working at a construction site to contribute. Together, they scraped by, a fragile but resilient duo.

But now, with Mike gone, Danny was utterly alone. He had no home, no family, and no choice but to rely on his construction job to survive. Each day was a grind, a battle against the ache of loss and the weight of his circumstances. As he walked home from work one evening, his clothes caked in concrete dust, he couldn’t stop his mind from wandering back to memories of Mike. The pain of his absence was like a constant thorn in his side, a wound that refused to heal.

Lost in thought, Danny turned a corner and found himself face-to-face with a man who seemed to materialize out of the shadows. The man was tall, his long black hair cascading over his shoulders. A black mask concealed most of his face, but his piercing red eyes glowed like embers in the dim light. Something about him exuded danger, and Danny felt his pulse quicken with fear. Yet, despite his better judgment, he decided to speak.

“Hello, kid. Where are you going?” the man asked, his voice smooth but carrying an edge that sent a shiver down Danny’s spine.

“Home,” Danny replied cautiously, though the word felt hollow. “Home” was nothing more than a dingy corner he had claimed in a rundown building.

The man’s gaze swept over him, taking in the dust and grime that coated his clothes. “Okay, but why are your clothes covered in concrete dust?”

“I’m working construction,” Danny admitted. “I’m fifteen.”

The man raised an eyebrow, intrigued. “Really? Construction? Damn, kid, you’re strong for your age.”

Danny shrugged, unsure how to respond. The man seemed to study him for a moment before speaking again.

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“Kid, you ever think about quitting construction? Joining something bigger?”

Danny blinked, confused. “Uh, okay? I guess? What do you mean?”

The man’s red eyes seemed to gleam with a predatory light. “I mean, you’ve got potential. You could be part of something that’s more than just breaking your back for scraps.”

Danny hesitated. There was something about this man that set off alarm bells in his head, but at the same time, he was desperate for a way out of his current life. He had nothing to lose. “What are you talking about?”

“Join us,” the man said simply, his tone persuasive.

Little did Danny know, the man standing before him was Diablo, the notorious leader of the Clan of Death. This gang was infamous for its brutality, killing without discrimination for money. Innocents, families, and children—no one was off-limits. Diablo’s offer wasn’t an invitation to a better life; it was a lure into a dark, violent world where morality was a weakness and survival came at the cost of one’s soul.

Still, Danny’s mind was clouded with grief and desperation. He didn’t see the warning signs or the true nature of Diablo’s intentions. Instead, he saw an opportunity—a way to escape the endless cycle of hard labor and loneliness. A chance, perhaps, to find a new purpose.

As Diablo extended his hand, Danny hesitated for only a moment before taking it. In that instant, his life began to veer down a path he couldn’t have imagined, one filled with blood, betrayal, and the haunting echoes of choices he would come to regret.

Over the following weeks, Diablo introduced Danny to the Clan of Death. At first, it seemed like a brotherhood, a group that valued strength and loyalty. Danny, eager to prove himself, threw himself into their training and tasks. He learned to fight, to steal, and to survive in a world where trust was a rare commodity. The gang members seemed impressed by his determination and resilience, dubbing him “Little Titan” for his strength and tenacity.

But as Danny became more entrenched in the gang’s activities, the darker side of their operations became impossible to ignore. He witnessed acts of unspeakable violence, moments that left him questioning his decision to join. The gang’s targets were not always criminals or rival gangs; they included innocent people, collateral damage in their relentless pursuit of power and wealth.

One night, during a raid on a small neighborhood, Danny found himself standing over a terrified woman and her child. Diablo’s order was clear: no witnesses. Danny’s hands shook as he held his weapon, the weight of his choices crashing down on him. He thought of Mike, of the ideals his brother had lived and died for. Mike had fought against monsters, not become one.

“What’s the holdup, kid?” Diablo’s voice cut through the tension, sharp and impatient.

Danny lowered his weapon. “I can’t do this,” he said, his voice trembling but resolute.

Diablo’s red eyes burned with fury. “Then you’re either with us, or you’re against us.”

In that moment, Danny realized the full extent of the trap he had walked into. The Clan of Death wasn’t a family or a refuge; it was a prison, and he was just another pawn in Diablo’s ruthless game. But Danny wasn’t ready to give up. Somewhere deep inside, the strength his brother had always believed in began to stir.

Danny knew that escaping the gang wouldn’t be easy, and redemption would come at a steep price. But for the first time since Mike’s death, he felt a spark of hope. He would find a way to honor his brother’s legacy, to fight for justice in a world that seemed to have forgotten what it meant. The path ahead was uncertain, fraught with danger and sacrifice, but Danny was determined to carve out a new future—one where he could finally be free.