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• Deal with the Devil • ∆

Nothing last forever but I will try for you.

Diablo's POV

Blood. That's all I want right now. I thought as I stared at my gold plated gun.

I always stare at it when I remember how I have nothing meaningful to live for making the next victim not meaningful either.

I sometimes hate how my life turned out and not the way I planned it ten years ago.

I thought I was going to manage my own Airline company because I loved planes and engines looked since the first time I saw them and that love and passion continued to grow with me. Not only did I want to fly them but also own a fleet of them and have a collection of them like pokemon cards.

My old man had plenty of money because he was a billionaire. I didn't really know the specifics of how he earned his keep, all I knew was that he was involved in almost everything. He was in imports and exports, in land logistics solutions, mechanics, farming, art collection... if you can think, then he did it. Because of this reason, I never got to spend time with the guy. Our relationship gap became wider and wider and no matter how many times I tried to fix it, he never had time for me and so I stopped wanting it.

But later when I grew, I wanted to know exactly what he was doing and so I went over his paperwork in his study and I learnt he was laundering money in countries all over Europe, South America and South East Asia. He was also involved in human trafficking, drug trafficking and worse, he was the leader of the most dangerous Mafia in Mexico. He was known as El Diablo meaning the devil and the title has been in our family for generations.

I pretended not to know about what I learnt and kept it as a secret from my mother.

I hated him so much because he was never there for both of us. Even though he took me to the best schools in the world, gave me access to all the fortune I could have ever dreamt of and nothing was ever too expensive for me, I could literally burn money as firewood to keep myself warm if I wanted to, he was never there at all. And to think that he chose to be El Diablo instead of being a dad and a husband, I became disappointed in him and hurt and so I wanted nothing to do with him. I decided to cut him off and learn how to be a man all by myself. If he won't be there for mum either then I'll make sure she'll never miss him. We didn't need him, I vowed to myself as a 14 year old kid.

He was no longer my dad, he was just a sperm donor.

I thought I was enough for my mother but unlike me, she was still madly in love with him and I couldn't do anything about it. When she needed him the most, he never showed up. All she needed was his love and company but still he never gave it to her... until her last breath.

I cut ties with my dad, left home and had a complete fresh start as me and not as El Diablo's son but just when my life was becoming perfect, it was all ruined when he got murdered by another rival Mafia gang and immediately as his only living heir, I was next to the sit on the throne.

One night I slept as a normal eighteen year old kid, spending the day surfing and travelling around the state in a van and the next day I was El Diablo. The new Mafia Drug Lord.

All that struggling just to end up where I started. How pathetic.

I was thinking on joining the military after the road trip, because I wanted to be someone new. What a sick twist of fate that instead of being a solider, I was forced to become this monster.

I was the Devil himself and everyone feared me. I even became worse than my shitty father, which I persuaded myself to believe was actually a good thing. I was better than that piece of shit and that fact alone made me proud.