One Fate | ongoing

Prologue

ROMAN MORSELLI :

He doesn't seek forgiveness for his rights or wrongs; death and vengeance have been the very foundation of his life. He has shown people the reputation the Romano rightfully hold - it'll be smart not to cross them because they are willing to put everything on the line for both his family and the job. Epitome of debonair, of course, though concealed for his eternal salvation. 

Adorning the world with crimson blood, he remains stoic throughout, for his facade was once a mask but now showcases borderline insanity. How easily he could ruin you, whilst maintaining his rather alluring aura - don't forget that the Devil could whisper such words for how he could make venom taste like honey yet the outcome is not as sweet.

"Roman Morselli." My name poisons the hearts of many. I torture them with words that are a sheer illusion for what is yet to come, staining the ground with their cursed body. Where it has been weaponised and fashioned into a cage, one is honour bound to break free from the fear that acts as shackles around the body.

My condolences for when you meet him at his worst.

Destruction. Animosity. War. The Bratva have been at the very core of these for many years - if retaliation is what sculpts us out to be the so called 'villains,' then that is my acceptation. Bastards to some, monsters to others yet your life has ended and mine has only just begun. 

Killing is an art, which very few have mastered. An erudite skill to shape me to become a world-class marksman, master of disguise with rival bosses gunning for us for a title. Let titles be damned if fallen to the wrong people for people would destroy everything for a small glimpse of power - a fortune to the hell raisers.

Cards are on my table ... 

MORANA SCASSI :

She doesn't speak much but she leads the most intelligent conversations. Paining and drawing have been her comfort from the merciless world she is forced to live in. Sarcastic, yes, but she knows where to place her delicacy. Elegant and beautiful, of course, though her brain is a shield to protect her from the very damage that destroyed her.

Anything she's ever been passionate about, she's executed with such precision that she just so rightfully smiles at her success. It doesn't matter what people think of her. People talk yet she has no time or the sheer interest in small talk or rumours - she knows who she is, who she's not and who she's never going to be.  

"Morana Scassi." My name echoes through the ears of many. The perfect daughter to Maddox White, an active MI5 agent, and Serafina "Rose" White, an ex-model who made headlines. It is safe to say my life completely flipped upside down when my father had to be stationed in New York as part as his undercover work - my brother following in his footsteps. 

Fear a rouge agent, whose family have been introduced to the crossfire; for nothing can hold him back.

Arrogance intertwined with the desire to cause havoc. Let them hide in the crevices of the world and laugh at not being found. Let them roam the earth with pride staining their faces, oblivious to someone or something, concealed within their shadows, waiting to take vengeance. Let the marred bodies be a warning to their remaining kind.

Let the game begin ...