READ DISCLAIMERS!! 𝐈𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐜𝐡 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐞 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐮𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥 𝐫𝐮𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐥𝐲 𝐥𝐚𝐰. . . . . . . . . . Every story has a hero. Every story has a villain. And every so often, a story comes along where neither side deserves to win. They call it balance when good battles evil. But what do they call it when evil meets something even worse? 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐯𝐢𝐜𝐢𝐨𝐮𝐬. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐬. 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐥𝐲. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟𝐢𝐬𝐡. She's beauty sharpened into a weapon, intelligence laced with vengeance. He's the nightmare lurking beneath tailored suits and practiced smiles-a monster dressed as a gentleman. Neither of them dreams of ruling the world. They'd much rather watch it burn. Power is simply the match. And when a common enemy forces them to stand on the same side, a fragile truce is forged. Promises are written in blood. Loyalties become negotiable. Enemies become allies. At least for a while. Because devils were never meant to work together. Trusting a monster doesn't earn you mercy. It only guarantees you'll be close enough to witness the destruction. 𝐒𝐡𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐭𝐭𝐚. 𝐇𝐞'𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐝𝐢𝐜𝐭. And together, they are the beginning of the end. Welcome to the story of the devil and his fixation. 𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐚𝐧𝐚𝐫𝐜𝐡𝐲. Anarchic- Where chaos no longer feels the weight of the world Highest rankings ➤Hacking-#2

𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐬. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐥𝐥. 𝐈𝐭'𝐬 𝐁𝐞𝐝𝐥𝐚𝐦. . . . There are things you're taught not to do. Rules you're told to follow. People you're meant to forget. Flora never planned to end up here, but after one too many mistakes, her life dives for rock bottom. Now, she's trapped in a world she doesn't understand, haunted by a past she can't outrun. And at the center of it all stands the boy she'd sworn to forget. What once was fate, fractures into an illusion and twist into something dangerously evil. They were kids together. Friends together. 𝘜𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵. She's new. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵. She's fresh meat. 𝘏𝘦'𝘴 𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘣𝘭𝘦. What happens when they reunite? Secrets unfold. Chaos runs free. And the line between love and ruin sharpens into a thin blade, as history proves to repeat itself in its cruelest form. A girl. A boy. And a mad house that feeds on sin. There's no place to hide here. You can run, but you'll never get away. "𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘉𝘦𝘥𝘭𝘢𝘮. 𝘞𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘺." 𝐃𝐚𝐫𝐤 𝐑𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐅𝐨𝐫𝐛𝐢𝐝𝐝𝐞𝐧 𝐄𝐧𝐞𝐦𝐢𝐞𝐬 𝐓𝐨 𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬 𝐒𝐞𝐜𝐫𝐞𝐭 𝐒𝐨𝐜𝐢𝐞𝐭𝐲