VOWS OF BLOOD AND FIRE

1: THE B

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razor. A man in the third pew dropped forward, blood blooming from his white suit like a cursed flow

nd her lips painted wine red to match the colour of her dress

untouchable lowered the smoking gun with cold grac

syndicate didn't need permission to kill, not even at his ow

roat nervously, stepping

.shall we

osos, wives, killers and politicians all masked in gold

ounded like a trapped animal, but her e

s streaked face flashed behind her eyes. The chains, the syringe, the

elegant commanding fing

a tailored suit. He leaned in slightly, his breath fanning

eras, amore, this

the world watched. But this wasn't a wedding, it was a power play, s

believed it was love, but no one will question it,

ter me," the pr

ngelo Val

y ancestors, the fire of my soul, and the legacy I carry..to take this woman," he turned, his eyes dark~gold,

ght. Was that

. From far across the hall, a

e man who owned he

el, find out the source of his wealth, and get out. Exce

d herself

ght, "Swear upon the blood I bleed, the lies

d on the corners of his lips. He'd heard it

onial blade on the ceremo

icked

our hand,"

re placing her trem

lty, just precision. Then he cut his own. Blood to

l. It traveled up her wrist, burning into her bloo

t vow, sealed in blood and witness

d, literal flames, a symbolic tradition

uneasy whispers. Flames wer

d to his lips, pressed a kiss to to b

ra. Smile for the c

d addictive. "Because once this ring is on