Vegaspete: Blood Ties 18+

||Prologue||

"Vegas,"

The mere utterance of that name sends shivers down the spines of all who dare to speak it. He is not just a man, but a living monster.

With a heart as cold as ice and a mind twisted by wicked desires, he embodies the very essence of fear. His actions are ruthless, his methods sadistic, leaving a trail of destruction and despair in his wake.

To encounter him is to come face to face with the devil himself, a devil cunningly disguised in a silk suit, his handsome looks concealing the darkness that lies within.

He is not just a sinner; he is the embodiment of sin itself. His hands are stained with the blood of countless victims, and he revels in the chaos and pain he inflicts upon others. His very presence is a constant reminder of the depths of human depravity.

Nonetheless, amidst the terror he instills, there is a morbid fascination that draws people in. They are simultaneously repulsed and captivated by his wickedness, unable to look away from the spectacle of his malevolence.

A man so twisted and vile that he has become a legend in his own right. And the world trembles in anticipation of what he will do next. that walks among us.

His clan is notorious, known as rebels who dealt in the illegal gun trade, supplying the most powerful mafia syndicate in the world. His very presence struck fear into the hearts of all who crossed their path, reducing even the bravest souls to trembling, desperate for mercy.

And I, well, I wasn't any different. Underneath the facade I presented to the world, I hid a dark and twisted side. I've taken lives, inflicted twisted unimaginable pain, and reveled in the thrill of wielding knives and leaving my mark on others. But there was one crucial difference. I was never given a choice. I was forced into this life, a pawn in a game I never asked to play.

This world, this twisted existence, was never my desire. But now, I refuse to leave until I achieve two things that have consumed my very being. First, I must find the one responsible for my sister's death the one who shattered my world and left me with an insatiable thirst for vengeance. And second, I must claim the throne that I sacrificed everything for. The throne that has cost me countless lives, forced me to commit unspeakable acts against my own will.

That throne is rightfully mine, and I refuse to let it be occupied by someone unworthy like my uncle, who does not possess the strength and determination that I possess. I am the true owner, the one who has paid the ultimate price for its power. And I will stop at nothing until it is rightfully mine.