THIRD PERSON'S POV
Vladimir sat alone in the operator's room, the dim light casting sharp shadows across his face. His expression was one of deep contemplation, his mind a whirlwind of strategy and determination. No longer would he act under the orders of others; he had decided to take matters into his own hands.
He planned to overthrow Demon's territory and punish all who opposed him. His eyes narrowed as he thought of his primary targets: Zeus and Uno, the two who served as Demon's wings, giving her the power and reach she wielded so mercilessly.
"I trained Uno for this, and it looks like it's time for him to be stopped," Vladimir muttered, taking a drag from his cigarette. He reached for his revolver, twirling it on his finger with a practiced ease. The weight of the gun felt reassuring in his hand, a symbol of the power he was about to unleash. "You two will be the payback for what She did."
His thoughts raced, each plan more ruthless than the last. He envisioned the fall of Demon's empire, the chaos that would ensue, and the satisfaction of seeing her strongholds crumble. The room seemed to pulse with his intense focus, each second bringing him closer to the execution of his plan.
"They think they're untouchable," he said, his voice a low growl. "But every fortress has its weak points, and I've found theirs. Zeus and Uno—they won't know what hit them."
Vladimir's resolve was unshakable. He had watched Demon wreak havoc for too long, and now it was his turn to strike. The underground would be bathed in blood, but it would be a necessary purge to rid the world of Demon's influence.
The operator's room was silent, save for the soft hum of the machinery and the rhythmic click of the revolver spinning on his finger. Each click echoed his unyielding determination, each drag of his cigarette a reminder of the calm before the storm he was about to unleash.
"The game is about to change," he whispered, his eyes gleaming with a fierce, dangerous light. "And I will be the one to change it."
With that, he stood up, his plans set and his targets clear. The time for waiting was over. Vladimir was ready to act, and nothing would stand in his way. The underground was about to face a reckoning, one that would shake it to its very core.
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Meanwhile, inside Demon's territory, Zeus was busy gathering supplies and ensuring they had everything they needed. He moved with a purpose, his every action deliberate. As he glanced up at the sky, a deep sense of unease settled in his chest. He winced, knowing from experience that such a feeling often preceded disaster.
"Everyone, gather the weapons we can use and prepare yourselves," he ordered, his voice carrying a note of urgency. His underlings sprang into action, not wasting a moment to question him. They recognized the seriousness in his tone and moved swiftly to comply.
Zeus walked into a secluded room, his footsteps echoing in the quiet. His eyes fell upon a cherished photograph on the wall. It captured a rare moment of joy—Demon, Viper, Venom, Hyein, Uno, Ripple, and him, all smiling together. He gently took the picture off the wall, his fingers tracing the familiar faces.
He kissed the photo, a silent promise to protect those memories at all costs, and carefully placed it in the safest spot he could find. With a deep sigh, he turned to leave, his heart heavy with the weight of what might come.
As he stepped out of the room, an intimidating aura surrounded him. His determination was palpable, his resolve unwavering. The bad feeling gnawed at him, but he pushed it aside, focusing on the task at hand.
"Stay sharp," he called out to his men. "We need to be ready for anything."
The atmosphere in the territory was charged with tension. Every sound seemed amplified, every movement filled with purpose. Zeus's unease had spread to his followers, and they prepared with grim determination.
