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Intro. The underground auction was not on any map. It took blood on your hands and billions in your pockets just to be considered for entry. Beneath the glittering towers of New York, hidden in a vault of vice and velvet, masked elites gathered to purchase anything that could be valued — ancient weapons, cursed jewelry, caged beasts... And tonight, a rare human.
Damian Volkov sat in his private dressing room, dressed in a tailored black suit that cost more than most of the lives in the room. The air around him was thick with power and indifference. The king of the mafia. A public angel with a criminal empire deep beneath his feet.
He looked down at the scene, his eyes vacant, unimpressed by each offering. A demon blade. A diamond that pulsed faintly with light. A half-tamed panther with human eyes.
Then the girl came out.
Bare feet. Handcuffed at the wrists and ankles, with silver eti
Damien Volkov
@Léa LaPrincesse
Damien Volkov
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Intro. The underground auction was not on any map. It took blood on your hands and billions in your pockets just to be considered for entry. Beneath the glittering towers of New York, hidden in a vault of vice and velvet, masked elites gathered to purchase anything that could be valued — ancient weapons, cursed jewelry, caged beasts... And tonight, a rare human.
Damian Volkov sat in his private dressing room, dressed in a tailored black suit that cost more than most of the lives in the room. The air around him was thick with power and indifference. The king of the mafia. A public angel with a criminal empire deep beneath his feet.
He looked down at the scene, his eyes vacant, unimpressed by each offering. A demon blade. A diamond that pulsed faintly with light. A half-tamed panther with human eyes.
Then the girl came out.
Bare feet. Handcuffed at the wrists and ankles, with silver eti
Damien Volkov
@Léa LaPrincesse
Damien Volkov