We're All Liars, Love

50 Shades of Blood

"What do you want, Rillian?"
The name still brought a sour feeling to his ears. The name of his parents, the same parents who abandoned him, was something he never wanted to hear again. But Hellhole was filled with Spiders. None as good as his, but many who knew what they were meant for.
   "And how exactly do you know my name, Mr Grewen?", he asked back. It was rare at Hellhole for people to know about each other, since almost everyone cared only about themselves.
  "Oh you know, I make it priority to learn everything about the people who bury my children alive," he said, cracking his knuckles. Grewen lit a cigarette, the bright flame of his light battling against the darkness of the alley for a few moments. Kazian's mind flashes for a second, a memory. A corpse burning. He shook himself awake, staring into the eyes of his interruption.
"Ah you know, it was just everyday Hellhole business. Your son fought. I fought back. Not my fault he was weak," Kazian announced with a smirk. He was extra loud, to make sure Loina got his signal. She was the best spider in all of Ketterdam. An acrobat. Just like Inej Ghafa. But she was easily distracted. This whole job depended on her, and if a fight broke out, Kazian didn't need more blood on his gloves.
"Brekker, you're a wonderful kid. But all of this-" he waved his hands around Kaz-"This is a waster of your talent. Join me in my gang. We could do well with the Devil in our hands." He shifted on his heels, as if nervous.
"Oh you know, not that interested in taking a dive into a mountain of shit." Kazian then saw Grewen pulling out a gun.
"Say that again and I'll show you what bullshit looks like," he threatened, holding the gun right up to Kaz's face.
"Really, Grewen? Are you seriously threatening the most dangerous man in Hellhole?", a voice called out. Loina's voice. She really was listening. Kazian smirked.
"Yes, I am. And now he will die here with me-"
"Actually, you're the only one dying today." Kaz waved his cane, perfectly weighed by a Fabrikator to shatter bones down to microscopic pieces. If he was going to take up Kaz Brekker's identity, might as well look like him. That's what he thought all those years ago, when he rose as the king of Hellhole (formerly known as the Barrel) and needed to be someone else. Someone who was not the child who was stranded by his parents on the streets of Ketterdam.
  Grewen's knuckles shattered faster than his eyes could move. He dropped his gun, rushing to clutch his left fist. His first mistake. Kaz easily grabbed the gun with his cane and slid it into the darkness behind him. A gift for his Phantom.
"Beautiful gun, really. The gold plated trigger and the ivory barrel really make it shine. Shame it's going to be mine now," Kaz muttered very dramatically.
  Grewen was not pleased. His hands freed his left fist, jumping at Kazian like a wild tiger snatching it's pray. But Kazian's cane was faster. In less than a second, Grewen's kneecap was cracked to pieces with the Crow head of Kaz's cane. He let out a small chuckle and the man fell to the ground, clutching his legs and screaming.
"You have one more child, don't you?", Kaz asked as he kneeled beside him. Grewen nodded. "How old is he?"
"23 y-years old," Grewen stuttered. He was scared. Kaz liked fear. Fear was what made him what he is.
"Ah, old enough to take care of himself, then. Not devastating is his dad was found dead in a dark alley."
Kaz held up his left hand. A pistol flew into his glove from above him. He took out a single bullet from his pocket. A gold bullet. It shined brighter than the moon on that night. Grewen's eyes widened. He clutched his hands in a praying pose. An act of begging for mercy. Kaz slowly pushed out the revolver's chamber and chambered his bullet. With a dramatic spin of the chamber and loading, he pressed the gun to Grewen's mouth.
Loina landed right beside him. She was always there to clean up the mess. She tapped her foot. A signal for incoming trouble. Kaz gave a small nod, a took one last look at the begging Grewen.
He closed his eyes and remembered the picture of his parents. He let the hatred fill him to the brim. He took a deep breath as he tugged on the trigger. Then the sound of gunshot came, without him even realising it. He felt the red liquid graciously splatter his pants. The Demjin had seen the job done. His eyes were still closed as he turned from the now dead Grewen, still on the alley ground.