𝓙𝓾𝓵𝓲𝓮𝓽𝓽𝓮 [On hold]

𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐩𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐈

Souls.

Humans all have them. No matter how dark or evil a person may be, deep inside each human lies a gentle soul. One that cannot be forgotten. No matter how used or worn out it may be, a person never forgets their soul. Souls may even disappear for eternities of torture however, the moment peace enters within your grasp, they will rise up to the surface and torment you relentlessly. 

The world may see you as a strong exterior, a powerful person, maybe someone who makes fun of their own insecurities, but do they really know the endless torture your soul may be going through. Who aimlessly grasps at each and every moment to make you feel vulnerable.

May it be a beggar on the streets, an old woman waiting for her husband to return or even a child idly standing in the streets, how long can you pretend that it won't affect you?

Souls rely hopelessly on emotions and I myself often question why so.

Emotions exist to demean you, to make you feel pathetic about yourself. To make you feel as if in this life you're not the one to deserve happiness. You often sacrifice your own happiness, just to make another person happy.

That's unfair. 

Manipulating emotions is what the soul does best. Creating endless pits of miseries and sorrows just for temporary pleasure. 

Please don't leave me.

And emotions? They make you do bizarre things.

 I won't let you go. Not again. Please don't go.
"Shoot yourself"
"Stop!"

Emotions, can never be good for too long. For in lives like mine, everything is at stake. The slightest lapse in judgement, and life will carry away everything, just like the makeshift layer of sand on the beach.

I remember that day all too well. 

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Five Years Ago.
15th November 2018.

The day it all began.

Lucien Moral Grey.

A man of the underworld. Born and brought up without a face to the name. Known only by his victims, the rare alive ones of course, this man has never been seen or perhaps to be more clear, been identified in public.

Only seen by the eyeholes of the mask covering his face, this man, has single handedly managed to dominate the underground of Italy. People quaver at the sight of his men, they try to escape, without knowing that there's really no way of survival if you have been caught on his radar. 

Untraceable to the law, unknown to the population. A man whose reputation precedes himself. A man known only to those whose lives have been claimed by his hand. A man who lives within the shadows. A myth. 

What a load of crap.

The fact that I'm standing here right in the middle of a fucking alley should be more than enough proof that I am in fact not a myth but actually a human.

Oh my god no way!

Well you have to believe it. Or not, really do not care.

I brought my wrist to my face to check the time only to notice- he is late. A slight click noise came from above me and distracted me from the planning of my brother's death.

I grabbed my Desert Eagle from my belt and immediately  pointed it's barrel to the source of the sound. Standing above on the fire escape was none other my brother Vincenzo.