Once, I had something worth living for. Two things, actually. Lilah—my wife. She smelled like lavender and always knew when I was lying. And my little star, Maeve. My daughter. The only thing purer than her laugh was the way she looked at me like I could fix the world.

Then came the men in black suits and cold smiles—the Harrow Syndicate. I owed them money. I got greedy, made a deal I couldn’t pay back. Thought I could handle them. Thought I could reason with monsters. They didn’t come for me. They came for them.

I buried two angels in the same day. And something inside me broke so deeply it howled. That’s when he came. Dressed in shadows and sulfur, voice like velvet dipped in poison. The Devil. Or something close enough. He offered me vengeance—real, bloody, biblical vengeance—in exchange for my soul.

I didn’t hesitate.

The power he gave me wasn’t just brute force. It was connections. Secrets. Influence that bled into every corner of this godforsaken city. I rose from nothing. I became something worse than a legend—I became a warning.

Now? I rule this town like it’s my personal purgatory. And no one crosses me without paying in blood or screams.