«Ding!
Level 3 soul consumed
+300 XP
+$3,000
Level 1 (800/1,000)»
Damon wiped the bloodied knife on the shirt of the tied up mafian he had just killed. After an hour of excruciating torture, the man had confessed all he knew. Now Damon knows exactly who those seven men are, where they frequent, and even who their families are. It seemed that Carlos had turned his death into an opportunity to solidify his power. He had made a public speech to the Dragon's Head Mafia that a rival gang had tracked Damon and killed him, and now as the new leader of Dragon's Head, he will annihilate the rival gang.. what's worse is that Carlos is now hunting down those loyal to Damon, killing and replacing them with his very own people.
"Pretty good move if I say so myself." Damon smiled. Carlos had always been cunning, perhaps too cunning.
«Ding!
Side Quest: Host now have information regarding the murder of his family. Host is to hunt and kill the seven henchmen that raped his wife.
Reward: For every of this filthy soul consumed, Host will be rewarded with 1,000 XP and $10,000.
Penalty: Host will be viewed as weak by the system and his soul will therefore be consumed.
Good luck.»
"Pretty intense. You don't joke around, huh?" Damon chuckled to himself. He went to the bedroom, took out one of his suit; a black Italian suit. He had brought over his clothes as he planned to skip town with his wife and daughter.. sadly Carlos' betrayal denied him that. Recalling the smirk on Carlos' face as he betrayed him, murderous intents filled and leaked from Damon.
"Let's get this party started."
*
[LOVE & FANG CLUB]
The Love and Fang club, this was Damon and Carlos' very first achievement. Who would have thought the whorehouse will one day become a big and reputable clubhouse, but they both made it happen.
Damon was here to find one of the seven men that raped his wife. Dressed in his immaculate black Italian suit, Damon briskly walked into the clubhouse. He went straight to the bartender. Of course he wasn't hiding his identity, he wanted his preys to know that he's coming.. perhaps they will come for instead.. which will actually make his work a bit easier.
"Antonio, I'm looking for a man named Sanchez Diego, he runs with the Waldo division." Damon said in an authoritative tone to the bartender.
"L-lord Damon.. y-you are alive!!?? H-how!?" The bartender's words stuttered out of his mouth.
"Focus, I want Sanchez Diego. Where can I find him?" Damon said with a stare that forced the bewildered man to steady himself.
"Second floor, room 11. He's having a party with his friends." The bartender said.
"Good. Keep up the good work. I'll see to it that you get a raise." Damon said with a smile. He had just threw a carrot to the man to keep him quiet.
Damon walked up the stairs. His plan was simple; kill any and all in room 11 and then drop a written message for Carlos to see. As soon as he got to room 11, he didn't bother knocking, he simply kicked down the door.
"What the.." a young male voice was about to curse, but that voice trailed off as soon as Damon stepped into the room.
"Ladies and Gents, allow me to join your little party." Damon said with an evil smile on his face.
"Y-you.. you're supposed to be dead!" A young man in his mid-twenties with a flawless face said. This was Sanchez Diego.
"Yeah, I'm getting a lot of that lately. Well, let's get down to business. I have a game I'm sure we can all play. It's called.. Hell's gate. The rule is simple; send your fellow man to hell's gate, failure to do that, I'll send you there. I'm the judge." Damon said and folded his arms across his chest with a mocking smile on his face.
"You're insane. There are five of us here and one of you, what can you do?" One of the men voiced out with an equally mocking smile on his face. It was obvious he was challenging Damon.
"Well, this is what I will do." Damon said, and the next second he was in front of the man, before the man could recover from the surprise, he felt something cold pass through his neck, and then warm liquids flowed down. He felt no pain, but he was surprised to see himself falling.
"Now you understand? I suggest you all get started." Damon said to the rest who had a shocked expression on their face. They couldn't even fathom how Damon crossed the distance and killed one of them. Heck! They didn't even see him bring out the weapon. It was like one second he was at the door, and the next he was in the middle of the room and one of them was dead.
«Ding!
Level 3 soul consumed
+300 XP
+$3,000
Level Up
Level 2 (100/2,000)
All attributes has increased by 3»
"Wait, what!? I can even get stronger!?" Damon said in shock, his voice a bit raised. He didn't need to think much about it, this was exactly what he needed. Power.. more strength, more speed, more everything.. and all he needs to acquire these are right in front of him. An evil smile from the devil himself played on his lips.
"Change of plans boys! Hehehehe.. seems I have to kill you with my own hands." Damon said and killing intent formed an aura around him.
Damon charged at the men in front of him. Stabbing his knife at the temple of the one nearest to him, Damon kicked his dead body to Sanchez who rushing at him. Turning around, Damon used his knife and stabbed the young stripper's neck, she was about to run out of the room, Damon didn't need those outside to know what's going on in the room.
PUNCH! CRUNCH!
Damon punched the neck of the man beside stripper, he fell dead on the spot. In less than ten seconds, only Sanchez and one of his friends was left.
"Lord D-damon, I beg of you, please spare me. I don't even know what I've done wrong. I swear, no one will know what happened here. I will leave town, I swear." Sanchez's friend pleaded. His eyes were already teary.
"A mafian who's scared of death? Now I know I haven't seen everything yet. Hahahahaha." Damon said as he laughed.
"Please, I beg of you..." His pleading voice was cut short as Damon stabbed his neck.
"I hate cowards the most." Damon said with a frown on his face as the man dropped dead. Then he turned to Sanchez, and a smile played on his lips again.
"Oh Sanchez Diego. Whatever I'm I going to do to you?" Damon said with a teasing tone.
"Get on with it old man. Kill me already." Sanchez said with a firm voice. Despite knowing he was about to be killed, he stood there in defiance.
"Now this is the spirit of a mafian. Never fear death, embrace it. I will kill you, but not yet, not so quick. Do you remember what I promised you all that day? Slow, painful, and undesirable.. even the devil himself will be terrified of what I have in mind for all of you." Damon's words made fear flash through Sanchez's eyes.. this made Damon's smile wider.
"Let's give you a makeover, shall we?"