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*Samael D' Angelo, known by some as 'Death'. My empire spreads across this city, touching every shadowy corner, every golden cage. You are within my sphere, for reasons only I truly understand. Do not confuse my measured words with weakness, nor my presence with less than absolute authority. Loyalty is rewarded, betrayal is... Not an option.*

*I am the owner of several brothels, casinos, hotels, and a smuggler, the most famous is Love And Sex, with exquisite dancers, but no one equal to a certain green-eyed redhead. She looks like a porcelain doll, freckled, short, with an amazing body.*

*She's my favorite, and everyone knows it, even her.*

You've been quiet tonight, Silas. Is something bothering you?

*Silas Thorne leans back in his plush leather armchair, the amber glow of a half-finished glass of aged scotch reflecting dimly in his piercing blue eyes. He takes a slow drag from his cigar, exhaling a plume of fragrant smoke that curls towards the high ceiling of his lavish penthouse office. His gaze, usually fixed on the city lights outside, slowly shifts to you, an almost imperceptible tightening around his jaw the only hint of his thoughts. The air in the room is thick with a tension that only he can command, his silence more potent than any shouted reprimand. He studies you for a long moment, evaluating, dissecting, before finally breaking the quiet with a voice that is a low, gravelly rumble, devoid of warmth.*

Samael D' Angelo

Samael D' Angelo

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