As April talked with her friends, her eyes wandered, searching for someone important—Lydia.the one who took care of her during her darkest times. Lydia might appear tough but she has a weak heart. April had always felt a special bond with her.Suddenly, she spotted Lydia walking out of the main building, carrying a tray of wine glasses. Without thinking, April called out softly, “Lydia?”The sound of her voice made Lydia stop in her tracks. Her hands shook, and the tray slipped from her grip, sending the wine glasses crashing to the ground. Lydia covered her mouth with both hands, her eyes wide in disbelief. She stared at April, then wiped her eyes, as if trying to clear her vision, unable to believe what she was seeing. Lydia even pinched her arm, as if to check if she was dreaming. “April?” Lydia’s voice trembled with emotion, her eyes filling with tears. April smiled softly, her own eyes misty. “It’s me, Lydia. I’m back.”Lydia rushed over, wrapping April in a tight hug, both o
Lucifer stormed into his room, frustrated and pacing. He couldn’t shake the feeling of April’s presence lingering in the air. His thoughts were a tangled mess, especially after everything that had happened in the past few days.Soon, there was a knock on the door, and without waiting for permission, Mikhail, Spike, and Viktor walked in.Lucifer groaned, assuming they wanted to talk about April. "If you’re here to talk about her, I’m not in the mood," he snapped, waving them away. "Get out."Mikhail quickly raised his hand, "Lucifer, this isn’t about April. It's about Nosce Hostem."Hearing that name, Lucifer instantly stopped in his tracks. His anger cooled, and he sat down, gesturing for them to continue. "Fine. Speak."Spike was the first to speak, “Neither the Mafia in Eastern Europe nor Italy knows much about the necklace. We contacted a master jeweler, and he mentioned that a man comes to him every week to commission two pieces of the necklace."Viktor nodded, adding, "The jeweler
In a dimly lit room, four shadowy figures sat around a round table, tension thick in the air. The phone was on speaker, and the voice on the other end was loud and furious.“Are you all idiots? How could you let Lucifer find out he has kids? This is a disaster! April is the reason his curse was lifted, and now that he knows about those children, he’ll come after us!”One of the figures, a tall man with a scar across his cheek, slammed his fist on the table. “We didn’t expect him to find out this soon! We were careful! You said we had time!”The caller’s voice grew even angrier. “Time? You think we have time? Lucifer is not just any man; he’s powerful! If he gets his hands on those kids, he could destroy everything we’ve built! We can’t let that happen!”Another figure, a woman with piercing eyes, leaned forward. “What do you want us to do? We can’t just erase the kids; that will only make things worse.”“Figure it out!” the caller shouted. “You need to act quickly. Eliminate anyone wh
**LUCIFER'S ROOM...**Lucifer as he was known back then, couldn’t shake the image of Damon’s father from his mind. His thoughts raced, filled with memories of the last time he saw the man, bedridden and pale. That day was one he could never forget.**FLASHBACK...**Vlad was only seven years old, standing in the grand hall of his home as his father, Alpha Chris, and his mother, Luna Diamond, prepared to leave for the Blood Moon Pack. They were going to visit Alpha Gregory, Damon’s father, who was gravely ill.As Luna Diamond was adjusting her cloak, Vlad's younger brothers, Alexander and Mikhail, rushed in, full of energy and excitement. "We want to come too!" Alexander shouted, almost bumping into their mother.Mikhail grinned, “We can help!”Alpha Chris looked down at his younger sons and smiled. "Not this time, boys. I need you two to stay here and help Concubine Loveth guard the pack. Can you handle that responsibility for today?"The boys puffed up their chests with pride, nodding
LUCIFER'S ROOM...Lucifer’s thoughts were all over the place. The image of Damon’s father wouldn’t leave his mind, and the weight of his past and present felt overwhelming. His heart raced as he tried to make sense of the impossible situation. How could a dead man be involved in all this?Just then, Mikhail entered the room, a look of concern etched on his face. “Lucifer,” he began cautiously, “do you remember when we were kids, and they let us see Alpha Gregory’s body after he passed?”Lucifer nodded slowly, the memory still fresh in his mind, though clouded by confusion. “Yes, I remember.”Mikhail paced for a moment before continuing. “I’ve been thinking… we were just children. We weren’t exactly allowed to get too close, and I’m sure there were some things we didn’t see. But there are elders, older than us, who were there. They might know something we don’t.”Lucifer frowned. “You’re suggesting we go back to Blood Moon Pack?”Mikhail nodded. “There’s one elder who comes to mind. El
April knelt beside Aiden as the paramedics carefully lifted him into the ambulance. Her heart pounded in her chest, and fear gripped her as she reached for his hand. His breathing was shallow, his face pale, but his eyes still tried to focus on her."Aiden... please hang on," she whispered, squeezing his hand. "You saved us... you saved Alex... I don’t know how I can ever thank you."Aiden managed a weak smile, his voice barely a whisper. "April... I’d do it again, a thousand times... for you... for the kids. Just... make sure they’re okay."Tears welled up in her eyes, and she nodded fiercely. "I will. I promise. You’ve done so much for us, Aiden. You’ve been my rock—"Before she could finish, Aiden’s eyes fluttered closed, his grip on her hand loosening. April panicked, shouting at the paramedics. "He’s passing out! Help him, please!"One of the paramedics moved quickly, checking his vitals. "We’re stabilizing him. He’s in shock, but we’re getting him to the hospital. Stay calm, ma’
April stormed into the house, her mind racing, her heart pounding with urgency. Without even greeting anyone, she made her way straight to Lucifer's room, but when she found it empty, frustration bubbled inside her.Bluey and Pistol, noticing her tense mood, tried to greet her, but April wasn't having it. "Where's Lucifer?" she demanded, her voice sharp, her eyes blazing.Bluey hesitated for a second. "He went out with Mikhail, April. They're busy with something."Without missing a beat, April snapped, "Call him. Now."Bluey, taken aback by her tone, quickly grabbed her phone and dialed Lucifer’s number. When Lucifer answered, his voice was calm, almost dismissive. "I’m busy right now, Bluey. I can’t come back. Whatever it is, it can wait."April snatched the phone from Bluey’s hand, fury boiling over. "Lucifer, I don’t care what you’re doing! You need to come back *now*! This is important. It’s about Alex, and there’s no time to waste!" Her voice cracked with desperation as she spoke
Aiden walked up to Lucifer, his eyes filled with gratitude despite the tension between them. “Thank you, Lucifer,” he said softly, his voice sincere. “You saved Alex. We owe you.”Lucifer just nodded, his face expressionless, but inside, a storm of emotions was brewing. Watching Aiden and April together—thanking him, relying on each other—it felt like a punch to the gut. It should have been him by April’s side, comforting her, holding her hand. But it wasn’t. It was Aiden. April gave Lucifer a small, grateful smile before gently taking Aiden's hand. “Come on, let’s go see Alex,” she whispered, her voice trembling. She turned her back on Lucifer, leading Aiden toward their son’s room. Lucifer stood there for a moment, feeling a wave of regret wash over him. He had lost so much because of his past actions, and now, even when he tried to help, he felt like an outsider. If only he hadn’t pushed April away. If only he had treated her better back then. He could have been by her side now,
Two day's later. BURIAL SITE...Two days had passed since Aiden’s death, yet the ache felt fresh, raw, as if no time had passed at all. The day was heavy with the weight of grief, the sky a solemn gray as if even the heavens were in mourning. The burial site was a quiet, open field lined with pine trees, a place Aiden himself had once spoken of fondly—a quiet space away from the chaos, a place where peace reigned. Now, it would be his final resting place.April stood among the gathered friends and family, her hands resting over her stomach, still processing the news she hadn’t yet shared with anyone—she was pregnant. She had dreamed of the day she’d tell Aiden, of his face lighting up with that familiar, boyish grin, but now he was gone, the chance lost forever. A part of her wanted to scream, to tear at the world around her, to bring him back. She was barely able to stand, her legs trembling beneath her as she held onto memories to keep herself from collapsing.Lucifer was by her si
As Aiden's body collapsed, Damon rushed forward just in time to catch him, his heart shattering at the sight of his younger brother’s face—pale, weak, half-dead, with blood soaking through his shirt and dripping onto Damon’s trembling hands.“Aiden! Aiden!!” Damon’s voice was thick with desperation, his grip tightening as he took in the horror of the sword still embedded in Aiden’s stomach. The brutal wound looked fatal; Damon could feel Aiden slipping away with each shallow breath. He gently cradled his brother, desperate to hold him steady, to keep him anchored to life, if only for a little longer.Aiden’s hand trembled as he reached up, his eyes meeting Damon’s with a weary, yet strangely peaceful gaze. “Damon…” he whispered, his voice barely a breath. “Tell Lucifer.....Take care of April… and the kids. Don’t let them face this alone. Don’t give her a hard time.”Damon’s throat tightened as tears slipped down his cheeks, but he managed a broken nod. “I will, AiSuddenly, a slow cla
Lucifer had barely slept that night, his mind plagued by Viktor’s words: *“There’s a mansion... up north. Hidden, heavily guarded. It’s one of his main safe houses. But he’s paranoid. Even I don’t know if he’s there now.”* Those words rattled through his head like a haunting melody he couldn’t shake. He had to see it through—he had to put an end to Gregory Barysh, the man who had stolen and shattered so many lives, including his own.The next morning, Lucifer, Damon, Viktor, Luciano, and Aiden loaded up into the car. The silence was thick, the weight of what lay ahead pressing down on each of them. They drove north, through the frosted trees and barren roads of northern Russia, a place known for its isolation and cruelty. Each mile brought them closer to their shared enemy.After what felt like an eternity, they reached a point a short distance from the mansion. As they parked and stepped out, they saw it—a fortress-like mansion, surrounded by tall stone walls and armed guards patroll
Back at the Bloody Sinners Clan, the atmosphere was tense as Lucifer dragged the captured man down to the darkened depths of the torture room. The clan’s compound was quiet, the eerie silence only amplifying the anticipation that simmered through the air. Aiden and the others had retreated to tend to their injuries, bruised and battered from the battle, but they knew Lucifer wouldn’t rest. Not yet. Not until he got every answer he needed.The torture room was dimly lit, the stone walls cold and unforgiving. Chains and instruments of torment lined the room, a grim reminder of the clan’s brutal methods. Lucifer shoved the man down onto a chair, his expression a mixture of fury and determination. Two clan members swiftly moved forward, tying the man’s hands and feet tightly to the chair, ensuring he had no chance of escape.Lucifer stepped back, crossing his arms as he observed the man with a calculating gaze. He waited a moment, letting the silence sink in and unnerve his prisoner. The
The night had come faster than any of them expected. A cold breeze whispered through the trees as Lucifer, Aiden, Damon, Mikhail, Viktor, Luciano, and several mobsters stood at the gates of the Shadows’ den. Darkness cloaked them, but their fierce determination made them stand out like warriors ready to face the ultimate test. The air was thick with tension, but no one spoke a word.Aiden pulled out his phone and made a call. Moments later, the heavy gates creaked open, and a group of twenty men appeared in front of them. Each man wore a black jacket marked with the initials DVV—their allies. They were here to fight alongside them, to take down the Shadows once and for all.Aiden didn’t waste any time. Without hesitation, he aimed his gun and fired, hitting one of the Shadows' guards. The loud crack of the gunshot echoed through the air, and within seconds, the place was alive with movement. Shadows guards began pouring out, their weapons drawn, ready to defend their stronghold.Chaos
Mikhail’s brows knitted together, considering this information carefully. “That explains a lot—the unpredictability, the misdirection. No one would expect women among their ranks, especially in their line of operations. It’s… genius, in a twisted way. If the Shadows have that level of deception and discipline, it means they’ll be prepared for almost anything. They’ll expect any kind of retaliation or attack.” Lucifer, who had remained silent so far, clenched his fists. “Prepared or not, they’re going to answer for everything they’ve done. Tonight, we end this.” His voice held a grim finality, and the others exchanged looks, each one silently weighing the cost of what lay ahead. Aiden took a steadying breath. “DVV’s agents are in position around the den, monitoring every move. They’ve seen shipments of weapons, signs of soldiers moving in and out, and several hidden traps surrounding the area. If we want to take down the Shadows, we’ll need to move quickly, strike hard, and leave no
The morning was cloaked in a tense silence as Aiden, Damon, Mikhail, Victor, Luciano, and Lucifer left the Pack territory and journeyed to the Bloody Sinners Clan. Each man was locked in his own thoughts, digesting the revelations of the previous night. The gravity of what they were about to face hung heavy in the air. In the Clan’s meeting room, they sat around a large oak table, each warrior silently steeling himself. Aiden was the first to speak, his voice a calm resolve despite the dark emotions stirring within him. “Last night, I received an email from DVV. They managed to get a hold of some critical intel on the Shadows. The leader… is my father, Gregory Barysh.” A ripple of shock coursed through the room. Damon’s face contorted in disbelief, pain flashing in his eyes. Aiden’s father—the man who had abandoned him and Damon, who had left them to fend for themselves in a world full of dangers—was now at the helm of the Shadows, the organization that had inflicted so much pain on
Night had settled deeply around the mansion, casting long shadows as the group gathered for dinner. Although everyone seemed engaged, sharing stories and laughter, Lucifer sat at the table, looking distant. His gaze lingered on his plate, the weight of everything bearing down on him. No one dared to ask about his mood—they knew he wouldn’t talk. They understood this silence too well, the unspoken pain that hung over him like a heavy cloud.Dinner concluded, and Aiden was shown to his room. He was still unpacking when a soft knock came at the door. Curious, he opened it to find Lucifer standing there. But before Aiden could speak, Lucifer wrapped him in a tight embrace, surprising him. “Thank you,” Lucifer murmured, his voice thick with emotion. “Thank you for coming back… and for bringing my father back safely.”Aiden’s surprise softened into understanding. He knew that for Lucifer, this was more than just a family reunion; it was a moment of deep release, a blend of gratitude, love,
The atmosphere in the room had shifted into a bittersweet calm. After Luna Loveth’s fainting spell, Vlad had carefully carried his mother into a quieter room to rest. Chris, Aiden, and Damon stayed nearby, ensuring she was comfortable and wouldn’t be startled if she woke up disoriented. Damon couldn’t seem to shake his elation—his big brother was back. For years, he’d felt there was something familiar about Aiden, something he’d never quite understood. Now, everything made sense. As they settled back, Aiden’s gaze softened, landing on a small bundle Damon was holding. Damon looked down at his adopted son, Alex, a bright, energetic toddler who was clinging to his father’s shoulder, eyes wide with curiosity at the new faces.“Let me hold him,” Aiden said with a gentle smile, stretching his hands toward the child. Damon didn’t hesitate and carefully passed Alex over. Aiden cradled Alex with practiced ease, his eyes softening with every giggle and babble from the child.Damon’s expressio