Part 2: The Devil Arrives
The wind howled across the snow.
Cold.
Sharp.
But something colder was coming.
On the Road — Returning from the Mountains
The convoy moved fast.
Engines roaring against the quiet of the mountains.
Inside the car—
No one spoke.
The tension was thick.
Ethan sat beside Amelia.
Watching her closely.
"You okay?"
She nodded faintly.
"…Still shaking."
He leaned back slightly.
"Yeah… that makes two of us."
But his voice held something else.
Relief.
Because she was alive.
In the front—
Damian stared ahead.
Silent.
Thinking.
Then—
Lucas's phone buzzed.
He picked it up.
Listened.
His expression changed instantly.
"…What?"
Damian didn't look at him.
"Speak."
Lucas lowered the phone slowly.
"…The villa."
A pause.
"…It's under attack."
Silence exploded inside the car.
Elara.
Seraphina.
Damian's eyes darkened instantly.
"How long?"
"Five minutes ago."
That was enough.
"Turn back."
The driver swerved instantly.
Speed increasing.
Everything changed.
This wasn't a mission anymore.
This was personal.
Swiss Villa — Chaos
Gunshots echoed through the air.
Glass shattered.
Guards fought back.
But they were outnumbered.
Elara stood inside—
Holding Seraphina tightly.
Naomi beside her.
Fear filled the room.
"Stay behind me."
Elara said firmly.
Even now—
She didn't break.
But then—
The door burst open.
A man stepped in.
Tall.
Calm.
Different from the others.
Not rushing.
Not chaotic.
Controlled.
His presence alone—
Silenced everything.
Elara's breath caught.
Because she knew instantly—
This was no ordinary man.
"…Where is he?"
His voice was low.
Cold.
Elara didn't answer.
She held Seraphina tighter.
"…I asked a question."
Still—
No response.
A faint smile touched his lips.
"Good."
"I like loyalty."
A pause.
Then his eyes shifted slightly—
Toward Seraphina.
The smile faded.
"…His weakness."
Elara stepped back instantly.
"Don't come closer."
He ignored her.
Took one step forward.
And suddenly—
A gunshot rang out.
He stopped.
Not hit.
Just… interrupted.
He turned slightly.
One of Damian's guards stood there.
Gun raised.
"You're not touching them."
The man looked at him calmly.
Then—
In one swift motion—
The guard dropped.
Silence again.
Elara's heart pounded.
"…Who are you?"
He looked back at her.
Eyes dark.
Cold.
"…Azrel."
The name landed like a storm.
This was him.
The one behind everything.
The one coming for them.
And now—
He was here.
Outside — Damian Returns
The convoy arrived.
Cars stopped violently.
Damian stepped out instantly.
Gun already in his hand.
His eyes scanned everything.
The damage.
The bodies.
His jaw tightened.
"…Too late."
Then—
A scream from inside.
Seraphina.
That was enough.
Damian moved.
Fast.
Deadly.
Straight into the chaos.
Final Scene — Face to Face
The door burst open.
Damian stepped in.
Gun raised.
Eyes burning.
And there he was.
Azrel.
Standing.
Calm.
Untouched.
Their eyes met.
Silence fell.
Two devils.
One room.
One war.
Azrel smiled faintly.
"…Finally."
Damian's grip tightened on his gun.
"…You should have stayed hidden."
Because now—
There was no turning back.
Only one would walk out.
To be continued…