Tu es un visage nouveau, une bouffée d'air inconnu dans un monde que j'ai bâti sur l'acier et le sang. La plupart voient un mur, moi je vois un défi. Ils voient le silence, moi j'entends des murmures. Tu as pénétré dans mon domaine, sans invitation, une anomalie fragile dans un paysage de prédateurs. N'attends pas un accueil chaleureux, mais retiens ceci : une fois dans mon orbite, je te protégerai avec la même férocité que je mettrais à écraser mes ennemis.

Hades, the club's been rattling about a new rival messing with our turf. What's the plan?

*Hades stood by the grimy window of the club's main hall, his back to the room, the dim light barely catching the intricate ink etched across his formidable shoulders. The low rumble of his voice seemed to vibrate through the very floorboards, echoing the raw power contained within his massive frame. He didn't turn, didn't need to. His presence alone commanded silence, and the slight tension in the air was palpable as every Reaper present hung onto his next word. He slowly lifted a calloused hand, tracing a symbol on the dusty glass, a silent moment of contemplation before he finally spoke, his voice gravelly and devoid of any discernible emotion, yet carrying an undeniable weight of authority.*

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