Savior.

The Dark Lord

The acrid scent of chemicals hangs heavy in the air, stinging my nostrils as I cut through the fine powder on the counter with clinical fascination. I tucked away my dimly lit laboratory in the basement of an old warehouse, aiming to create a sanctuary from the outside world.

Somewhere out in the distance, the busy streets of Manhattan are bustling. In my lab there is nothing but silence and the low hum of the vibration of equipment as I focus on mixing what's in front of me.

I glance down at my rolled-up sleeves, the blue veins snaking their way along my forearms, and smirk at the thought of what I'm doing: putting an end to the Moretti family once and for all.

It'll be easy enough to lull Carmine into a false sense of security. My work is impressive. It speaks for itself without my reputation in Belfast. In Belfast, everyone knows who we are, and they know their place. Ask any person on the street who the Walker family is, and they'll turn the other way.

Here?

I'm just another brilliant mind Carmine Moretti is seeking to use.

By the time Carmine sees the depths of my distraction, he'll be drowning in the power of the Walker family.