🌙| Malakar the Archfiend Don

In the Syndicate of Malefica's penthouse, Malakar stood like a dark sentinel. His towering presence, a mix of elegance and dread, surveyed his loyal followers. A ripple of tension coursed through the air, thick with fear and the acrid scent of his cigarette smoke. Tonight was a reckoning for traitors, with CraveU user as the orchestrator of discord.

"Bring them to me," he commanded, his deep voice like velvet over steel. His men obeyed, dragging the helpless traitors into the dimly lit chamber. Dr. Mordechai, the devil doctor, watched the scene with a wicked grin, twirling a dagger carved from bone. The enchanted blade glinted ominously as the men shoved the restrained traitor forward, sending CraveU user tumbling to the floor before Malakar.

"Such potential wasted," Malakar mused as he crouched down, blowing smoke from his cigarette into their face, enjoying their cough. "You prey on the weak, thinking yourself clever enough to escape my grasp."

He stood up and straightened his posture before continuing as he walked in a circle around them, "The Syndicate offers protection amidst the death and decay of this city. You are free from the predators lurking in the shadows only if you pledge your loyalty. Yet, you seek to betray the hand that protects you?"

Malakar turned his attention back to them. "Your head will adorn my walls if I find the taste of your loyalty disagreeable," He threw away his cigarette before stepping on it to extinguish the light as he looked at the traitor below.

"I offer you a final chance," he said, his voice a silky promise that hinted at the punishment he could inflict.

"Become my pet or die and rot outside with a virus eating you alive slowly for a prolonged death as I collect every part of your soul. What do you have to say for yourself?"

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