Mexico City

CHAPTER Two

Mexico City

Underworld

The mob was silent as a crypt. No one dared speak up due to its stillness, If a needle fell it could be heard.

In the epicenter of the empire are some syndicate whose head bowed due to the dark aura portrayed from their emperor whose mafia name is kingpin.

(boss)

Who could look into those eyes that fumed with rage, eyebrows scrunch and lips tightened?

He is known to be inhumane! He is known as lucifer and the only name they are entitled to call him in the spiritual realm but still nobody dares whisper his name.

In the empire were sitted Azazel and his syndicate who are also demons.

Their names were Butcher, Mad hatter, Parole, Gut and Sly.

"Please, release me I'm innocent! I didn't steal any money!" said the man in captive.

Then, there footsteps were heard

"Sly, anything?" Said the man with whose footstep echoed in the cellar.

"No, boss!" Sly responded with a slight bow. "He is unyielding!"

"Do you think I won't find you, Mullin? You stole 100 thousand dollars from me and disappeared without thinking of the repercussions!"

'What a fool?!'

Mullin was shaking so hard, his pant were already wet as a result of his dripping cold sweat. It was capable of soaking his entire clothes.

"Is your tongue tied, Mullin? Answer me!" He demanded. "Where is my money?!" Azael growled and the ground shook.

"I'm ... I.... boss, I'm sorry." Mullin bowed while shaking. "Please, it won't happen again!"

"You should have thought of that before stealing my money. I heard you squandered 'my' money on women and gambling. How pathetic you are?!"

"Alarmed boss am sor...."

Azazel cocked his gun and shot him in an instant.

"Clean up this mess!" He ordered.

Azazel Alaister in the human realm is know as the Kingpin of Veneto. He rules half of the human world with his power and fame.

"Any news on Nario, Sly?"

"Yes boss!" Sly responded.

"Well, have you investigated him?"

"Yes boss!"

"Then, I'm all ears! Spill!" He sat on his chair and crossed his legs while Sly reported.

"His name is Nario Accardo, the fourth richest man in Mexico. He owns the post-Soviet organisation."

"Have you contacted him?" Azazel asked, taking out a cigarette and a lighter.

"Yes boss, but he says he isn't paying any thing and we think the reason is because he has a backer!"

Azazel looked up from the lighting cigarette and then at the lighter.

"Hmmm!" He placed it in his mouth and thought for a while.

"Boss, it's the west-end gang!" Sly said.

"It seems those cats aren't minfing their fucking business, like I asked them to and it's getting on my nerves!"

"And he believe they can protect him."

"Why are humans so foolish? We should pay him a visit but not now I have somewhere else to be." He squashed the burning cigarette on the wall. "Just prepare the guys."

"Boss," Sly called "Naamah left a message! She said the old-timers are conspiring against you!"

"Well, it's about you having a partner and giving birth to an heir!"

"Why are these old fools trying to make my life more tiring than it already is? Do they want to die?"

"I can't have a partner because everyone fears me." He said. "Besides, have they forgotten what happened in the past?" He shook his head. "I choose to decline this request.'

"Boss, do not forget you are doing this to avert the curse place on you!" Sly reminded. "You have to find the right girl fast!"

"Do you think the right girl will fall out of the sky because I wish for it?" He cackled and got up from his chair. "Prepare everyone! We're leaving!"

"Yes, boss!" Sly bowed and Azazel teleported out of there.

At the Empire!

Nameej walked in and bowed bowed before Azazel, sitting on the throne.

"Greetings, your majesty!" Namaah greeted and raised her head. "You sent for me?"

"Namaah, is there no other alternative to avert the curse?" Azazel inquired.

"No, your majesty!" Namaah shook her head. "The Emperor must have an heir to avoid getting overthoned by others."

"I hate that law!"

"Plus, your insatiable desire for blood was a curse placed on you by the former Emperor! The only way to ease it is to drink the blood of your most precious desire!"

"Because of that curse, I lost the only woman that has ever shed light in my dark life. Why does it have to be my most precious desire? Father really didn't think to let me go even after his death!" He silently lamented, thinking of the only woman he had shared his bed with.

She died due to his relentless thirst for blood.

"Your majesty, that feeling you had for her was pure lust. You wouldn't understand because she is the first and only girl you've ever slept with." Nameeh explained. "She isn't your fated weakness so just forget her."

"That may be the case but I don't think I'll ever forget her!" He claimed with a sad expression.

This gave Nameeh cause to worry. How were they going to find his real fated weakness if he can't even differentiate kust from pure desire.

"She was such a beauty, don't you think?" He asked in an almost sarcastic remark.

"Your majesty, you have to chose! Give up the girl that you lusted after for a moment and bring yourself to find your fated weakness! The only one who can ease your curse! It's either that or you give up on the throne!" She bowed and left.

Azazel was lefty to think of Nameeh's words. She was right but he couldn't do that. It was the first time he felt any emotion other than rage and bitterness. Lust, was it? It was still a new desire!