Chapter 26 : The Devil’s Reflection
The moment Dirga stepped into the room, he knew.
Lucian Marruk stood with the stillness of a beast—coyote-like features sharpened by experience, dark eyes like obsidian, a short cropped beard, and a serpent-like tattoo curling up his neck. Every line on his face, every breath he took, radiated menace.
"I figured you were a contractor," Lucian said, voice low and amused, as if this were a game. "The kids—my little shadows—they killed one once. A low-tier pact. Weak. But you?"
His gaze sharpened.
"You smell like one of the numbered."
Dirga didn’t answer. He didn’t need to.
He felt it too—the heat behind Lucian’s words. A hum in the air. The scent of devil’s blood. Sulfur. Burnt iron. Dust and smoke.
Lucian Marruk wasn’t just dangerous.
He was another devil’s contractor.
And maybe... Sasa had known all along.
Lucian stepped from behind the desk—and split.