"I'm gonna kill those bastards that did this to you. They're gonna pay I promise you.. Theyre gonna regret the day they were born."
My brother was saying those words while sitting beside my hospital bed. I couldn't see his face but I new he meant every word he said. My brothers cold rage even in my 21 years in this earth is by far the most bone chilling feeling I have ever encountered.
That is saying a lot coming from the son of a Mafia Capo.
Yes me and my brother were born in a family of mafiosos.
Although our family is not that old compared to others we pride ourselves as the rising stars of the undergroundworld.
In just two generations we were able to acquire a decent amount of respect in our little city. A lot of businesses and properties are under the control of our family even a couple dozens of polititains are inside our pockets.
It's not that we were virtually unopossed but those who dared do so would be crushed without mercy.
Considering my family background howcome i'm lying here you might ask. It's precisely because of that is why I'm here being a criminal gentleman also has its downside.
Gozziano an old family that existed even before my Grandfather moved to this city. They are our most powerful rival we were preety much enjoying a time of peace but that changed ubruptly.
The reason for that change is because they got scared.
They got scared of my brother. Aralldo Pigro della Morte my dear brothers nickname.
My brother is an outstanding person his sense for the criminal way of life is for lack of a better word "Godly".
From the time he was apointed as the families "Erede" or heir our amount of control in the city rose up. People offering us protection money rose by half. Any "misbehaving" creant in our part of town are dealt swiftly and brutally.
Those are just his less than impressive feats.
The thing that made my brother earn his nickname of "lazy herald of death" is that when he captures his enemies he doesn't kill them he shows them hell on earth. HIs subordinates often say "Once your in the bossess hands you'll yearn for something as sweet as death and know that death is life's greatest luxury".
Well his torture method doesn't always involve pain he likes torture via pleasure more. Well when he want's to obtain information his more preffered method is getting them adiccted to drugs where he would introduce minimal doses that escalates after each dosage and when the person reached the peak of addiction he abrupstly stopt it.
The faces of those people during withdrawal is priceles they keep screaming that they want more till their voices are reduced to just moans and wimpers. They were scratching the the walls til their fingernails broke. Well for his more highlighted torture would often include a person entire family.
I really can't forget the look on that fathers face when he kidnapped him, his wife and his son. It was really pricelesss, the fathers reaction while watching his son rape his mother while the mother kept squeeling and moaning in pleasure. Full disclosure my brother injected the two with lethal dosage of horse aphrodisiac or the time when he made the son watch as his father slowly kill his father for one snort of cocaine. or when he made the fiancee watch as his sonn to be wife is raped by dozen of dogs.
Yeah my brother is twisted in every sense of the word.
Well even though i'm in the hospital now paralyzed from the waist down I think the silver lining is that i get to see what ingenius way my brother woulcd come up with well taking to account his anger i think i'm in for a fascinating show.
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while thingking about it i just remembered something
"OH mio caro fratello can i ask you to get something from me."
my brother exhaled and said
"What ever you need brother."
"Seeing I'm stuck here for a while i think i need something to entertain me."
he grimaced a little and said.
"Should i arrange some girls to play with you then??" smirking devilishly at me
"Cazzo, you know i can't use my little one right now and you're still tempting me. Haaa this is really inconvenient being bedridden . Even those overpriced butchers in scrubs said i can't drink wine for a month."
"So you wan't me to bring you books"
"I already read all the books in nonno's library."
"So what then? "
"I don't know you think of something."
"Why me for goodness sake?"
"Just ask one of your men what they to pass the time."
"Well now that i think about it Giopetto asked for an advance to buy his son some kind of game."
"Game! what do you think i am some kind of todler?"
"Yeah right now your like a whiny baby who needs his milk."
"Bah. Fine just bring that whatever game here as fast as you can. I can no longer stomach watching these cheezy soap-opera reruns all the time.
"Fine, fine I'll go, I'll go. geez"
my brother walked across the room and opened the door then stopped.
"Don't worry brother no legs of our enemies will remain unbroken." he said in a serious tone
"I know its you were talking about."
then he went out and closed the door.
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Outside of the room i see my brothers subordinates worried about him.
"SIr Randolph how's the boss?" hmm is this his new second in comand well the last one died in the ambush.
"Well you heard his condition from the doctors right? why pester me further."
"It's just thhat... uhm will there be anything the boss be needing in his stay here."
Haaah really my brother really doesn't fail to surprise me. In the wrold of criminals, gangs, and mafiosos where it is better to be feared than love my brother took another route his subordinates are geniunely loyal to him. In all the crack down of spies in our organization that i did his division is the only one that didn't breed any spies or traitorous scum.
"Well truth be told I think he's quite bored being tied to the bed and all. Saying he wants something to do. So can you guys get that new game that was going to be released today. "
"Yes sir right away." those guys scampered so fast
Even my division has some but his doesn't not even one.
My brother thinks that it is me that the Gozzianno family is worried about but the truth is its him. That's why the first target of this war was him. My brother in their eyes is a wild card. They have no spies in his division so they have no way to monitor his actions nor any substatial information about him. Knowing the worshiplike loyalty of my brothers subordinates even if they captured them they would rather die than fork over anything related to him. I somehow understand the Gozziannos anxiety towards my brother theres nothing scarier than an enemy you know nothing about.
As i walked out the private medical facility that the family owns that seves as a hideout for wounded members. I said to the men waiting for me.
"Get the Foxhounds Ready. We're going hunting."
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"Huh so this are games now."
I am really impressed on how far technolgy has come.
Well at first i only want to try it to shave of time from boredom but it looks to be quite entertaining.
"Sir we'll be waiting outside if there's anything you need " my subordinates said as they leave the room after setting up the thing i need to play the game. So the opening is after a few minutes. Well thats a convenient coincidence. Maybe fate wanted me to play this game. Hahahaha
I laughed as i thought that. Fate is not something given it is something that is created.This is what my choices lead to not some astronomical being planning things for me.
i put on the head gear my subordinates say that it was already calibrated by them for me.
I entered my passcode and then my screen showed
Load Roar of Conquest
YES / NO
I pressed the button for yes then I saw darkness and in that darkness a being like all the light in this void gather to him.
He was walking towards me.
He looks human but at the same time not.
Male about 16-20 years old South-East Asian with wild almost alive like Obsidian hair reaching up to his elbows.
Somewhat solemn and lonely eyes as black as void itself.
A well chiseled jaw . A small horizontal scar at the bridge of his nose. A vertical scar in his left eyebrows.
His lips thin sickly and chapped.
A slim body with traces of muscle outlined by his white Tuxedo.
This boys looks are average all in all but something about how he carries himself is unearthly.
"Welcome"
as those words escaped his lips the world of endless void lighted up.
"Thy name is CHRAY in thou journey that thee wishes to embark is a land under Thy rule. "
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