Chapter 232: Location: Moscow, Human World
POV: Roselle – God of Darkness, Mafia Queen
The snow outside painted the streets in a blanket of silver, but the fire burning inside my office was far from comforting. It flickered with my irritation, my disdain—no, my rage—towards a name that should've been erased from existence long ago.
I sipped from the wine glass, the taste of aged crimson bitter on my tongue as I muttered to myself,
"Samuel... you better keep pushing. I won't let you fall behind again."
A smirk crept onto my lips.
"For three lives we've clashed... and now, here we are. Me, the God of Darkness in the skin of a Mafia Queen. You, still climbing, reborn with fire in your veins. Let's see if you can reach me this time."
I spun the glass in my fingers, staring into the deep red liquid as though it could show me the past—the original Samuel Gebb.
Back then, he was nothing but a doormat. A naive, loyal fool with a heart too pure for the world he was thrown into.
"Abigail Bardot..." I hissed her name like poison.
The woman who brought every man she pleased into their home... into their marital bed.
The woman who made Samuel warm the bath for her lovers.