Chapter 16: The Devil’s Inheritance
The day passed without disruption.
No alarms. No fire. No blood.
Everything moved exactly as planned — because Domiscus Vantasio had already arranged it that way.
The old devil in a human suit was deep into his "retirement plan." He was indulging in life like a man who knew he wouldn’t live long enough to regret it. And Dirga? He didn’t have to lift a finger.
Because in just one more night, Domiscus Vantasio would die.
A quiet, natural heart attack in his sleep.
The final 20% of the empire would fall into Dirga’s hands without a whisper of suspicion. No one would question a death like that — not after the high-stress career, not after the indulgence.
Everything was lined up.
Each day, Dirga reported to Vantasio’s office. He sat through meetings, said little, listened closely. He read every document Lilith passed him, analyzed every financial stream, every power connection. On the surface, he was calm — quiet, even.
But beneath it?
Calculation.