when the devil listens

I was never supposed to talk to him.

But I tripped.

Then I apologise.

Then I keep talking.

And somehow the devil of the city-silent, bloodstained, and feared decided I was his.

Luca De Santis doesn't raise his voice.
He doesn't smile.
He doesn't forgive.

Expect with me.

And that might be the most dangerous thing of all.

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"you talk too much," he said calmly.

I nod. "yeah I got that a lot."

His lips twitch. once.

And then the whole city hold its breath.