Chapter 13: Black Angel and High Rise Devil


    The night was silent, the moonlight casting long, jagged shadows across the sprawling city. The mansion of the Heidan family stood like an ancient monument to wealth and power, completely unaware of the bloodshed that was about to unfold. Inside, the family slept, the walls of their fortress meant to protect them now nothing more than a mockery of safety. For Black Angel and High Rise Devil, this was another conquest—another opportunity to dismantle the world’s illusion of control.


    They had long since forsaken the notion of mercy or justice. Their own brand of twisted righteousness guided them, and in the quiet of the night, they moved like ghosts—predators stalking their prey.


    Afton Heidan, the patriarch of the family, had been running a late-night business meeting, and his wife, Marina, waited anxiously for his return. She sat in the lavish, velvet-lined chairs of the mansion’s living room, her thoughts consumed by the lingering fear that had become her constant companion. She had been hearing things, noises she couldn''t quite explain, but before she could gather her thoughts, it was too late.


    The door to her bedroom burst open with such force that the frame cracked, and Black Angel’s shadow filled the doorway. Marina froze, her breath catching in her throat as her eyes met his, knowing in an instant that there was no escape. She opened her mouth to scream, but before the sound could escape, Black Angel was upon her, his large, dark hand closing around her throat in a vice-like grip. The strength in his fingers was crushing—impossibly powerful.


    She struggled in vain, clawing at his hand, but his grip only tightened. His eyes, cold and calculating, stared down at her, emotionless as he squeezed the life from her. Her veins began to pop as her blood supply was cut off, her face turning an unnatural shade of purple. Marina’s body jerked, her muscles spasming in a final, futile attempt for escape. The light in her eyes dimmed, and within seconds, she was gone.


    Black Angel let her body fall to the floor like a ragdoll, leaving her lying in a pool of her own blood. He didn’t spare her a second glance. His job was done.


    Meanwhile, upstairs, Matthew Heidan, the eldest son, had been roused by the sounds of his mother’s death. He grabbed the nearest weapon—a hunting knife he kept by his bedside—and rushed into the hallway. His pulse quickened, his mind racing to understand what was happening. He wasn’t a coward, not like his father had been. He was ready to protect his family, even if it meant giving his life.


    But the High Rise Devil was already there, waiting.


    A slow, cruel smile spread across the Devil’s face as Matthew approached, knife raised. "You think you can stop me?" The Devil’s voice was low, mocking. Matthew’s grip tightened on the hilt of the knife, his mind swirling with anger and fear.


    He lunged at the High Rise Devil, hoping to land a fatal blow, but the Devil was faster. With a simple twist of his wrist, he disarmed Matthew, sending the blade spinning across the marble floor. Before Matthew could process what had happened, the Devil was on him.If you spot this story on Amazon, know that it has been stolen. Report the violation.


    Matthew cried out, but his scream was cut short as the High Rise Devil’s cold, cruel hands grabbed his wrist and twisted it behind his back, forcing him to his knees. The boy’s breath came in ragged gasps, the pain shooting up his arm like fire.


    “Please,” Matthew begged, his voice weak, “Don’t kill me.”


    The High Rise Devil chuckled darkly, enjoying the power he had over the boy. With a sudden, sharp movement, he plunged a knife into Matthew’s side, cutting through muscle and sinew. Matthew’s scream was drowned by the sickening sound of the blade entering his flesh. Blood began to spill from the wound, gushing out in thick streams, drenching his clothes and pooling on the floor beneath him. Matthew’s vision blurred as the life drained out of him, his body shaking in violent spasms.


    The High Rise Devil stepped back, admiring his work as the blood poured from Matthew’s body. The boy''s mouth moved, but no words escaped. His final breath was a faint rasp, and then his body went still.


    Down the hall, Sophie Heidan, the youngest of the family, had heard everything. The house was in chaos, and she was terrified. She huddled in her room, her small body trembling with fear, but no one was coming to save her. When she heard footsteps nearing her door, she knew it was too late.


    Desperate, she moved toward the window, trying to escape, but the Black Angel was already there. He was a force of nature, and there was nowhere for her to run. His eyes glinted with cold malice as he grabbed her by the hair, yanking her back into the room. Sophie screamed, her voice high-pitched and frantic, but it didn’t matter. She was already dead.


    “Please, please,” she begged, her hands trembling as she tried to push him away. But the Black Angel was unyielding. He smiled coldly, his face devoid of emotion. With one swift motion, he drew a blade from his belt, the metal glinting in the dim light. Sophie’s eyes widened with horror as she realized what was about to happen. She tried to struggle, but the Black Angel’s hand held her in place with a force that was unbreakable.


    The blade was sharp, cutting through her throat in a single, clean swipe. Sophie’s scream was muffled by the gurgling blood as it poured from her neck. Her hands flew to her throat, but it was too late. The life drained from her eyes as she collapsed, her body falling limp to the floor in a crimson heap.


    With the Heidan family now reduced to nothing more than lifeless corpses, Black Angel and High Rise Devil moved through the mansion like phantoms, leaving behind a trail of destruction. They had killed with clinical precision, ensuring no one had escaped. The family’s legacy—its power, its wealth—meant nothing in the face of their cruelty.


    As the two killers stood over the bodies of the Heidan family, they exchanged a look of satisfaction. This was more than a massacre. It was a message—a demonstration of their absolute power. The Heidans had lived in their ivory tower, believing they were untouchable, but now they were nothing.


    The High Rise Devil laughed softly, his gaze sweeping over the blood-soaked scene. “They were nothing but pawns, Black Angel,” he said with dark amusement. “Just like everyone else.”


    Black Angel didn’t respond. His gaze was cold and unwavering, his expression impassive. The Heidan family was no more. Their empire had crumbled under the weight of their arrogance.


    As the two killers made their exit, they didn’t look back. The mansion behind them burned, the flames licking at the night sky, a fitting end to the Heidan family’s reign. The smoke curled up into the heavens, a reminder of the chaos they had wrought.


    For Black Angel and High Rise Devil, this was just another step in their endless war against the world. They had brought the Heidans to their knees, but this was only the beginning. They would continue their crusade—dismantling the world’s systems of power, one family at a time. No one was safe.


    And as they disappeared into the night, they knew this: there would be no end to their reign. The world was theirs for the taking, and they would stop at nothing to claim it.


    The Heidan family had fallen. The world would soon follow.