THE DEVIL HERSELF

# UNKNOWN PLACE ☐☐☐

A man kept pacing up and down in his office the moment his secretary brought the news about the death of Lady Mia. Her death was as brutal as that of Brazil months ago, he knew that that her new bodyguard Scarlet Decula was not a bodyguard but a spy. He felt it, he saw it, just that he couldn't do anything cuz there is no proper evidence that proves so. And now his private investigator is telling him that there is no news about her, no footage just as if she appeared out of thing here and has disappeared into darkness living only blood shared of me. Inspector Brazil is gone, lady Mia is gone! if his guess is correct her next target or should he say victim is Bruce Springsteen is the next target. He has to get to him before she does and with Bruce he will finally get to know her mission and the reason for her brutal killing.

He turned round and walked up to the window and slowly opened the curtains revealing his perfect face. The man's face was a masterpiece of chiseled features, a perfect blend of strength and elegance. His piercing blue eyes seemed to bore into the soul, as if searching for secrets hidden deep within. His nose was straight, his lips full and inviting, curled into a perpetual hint of a smile that suggested he knew a secret no one else did. His jawline was sharp, his cheekbones high and prominent, giving him a regal, aristocratic air.

As he gazed out the window, his eyes narrowed, his mind racing with thoughts of Scarlet Decula. He's mind went back on the reason why he has to be the one that will Bruce Springsteen. #FLASHBACK 20 years ago

Elias woke up to a searing pain in his shoulder, the coppery taste of blood in his mouth, and the acrid smell of smoke filling his nostrils. The memory of the attack was heavy - five devils ruthless and forgiven, had stormed into their home, shooting him and his mother, they couldn't find his sister because she was hiding behind the Cotton. The bullet had only grazed his shoulder causing him to pass out from shock rather than injury.

Groaning, he pushed himself up from the floor, his mind playing just enough to remember the last, hunting image of his sister being dragged away. His heart bounded with fear and desperation. He stumbled towards the front door, each step an agony as his legs threatened to give out the beneath him.

As he stepped outside, the house exploded behind him, the force of the blast throwing him to the ground. He turned, his eyes wide with horror,as flames roared into the night sky and engulfing the place he had called home. His mother was still inside, the realization heating like a sledgehammer and he let out a heart wretching scream,tears dreaming down his soot-streaked face.

"Mom! No! Mom!" His cries echoed int the desolate night, but there was no answer, only the crackling of the inferno. He collapsed on the ground, sobbing uncontrollably, his body shaking with force of grief. Minutes or perhaps hours passed- time lost meaning his agony. A distant noise broke through his sorrow, the sound of heavy footsteps approving. Elias looked up to see one of the guards from the attack.

"You're still alive, kid?" The guard muttered, more to himself than Elias. He had come back, perhaps to ensure that no witness remained, and now finding Elias alive was a shock to him.

Elias could only stare, his eyes wide with fear and confusion. The guard's expression softened for a brief moment before hardening again. "Come on," he grunted, grabbing Elias by the collar and dragging him to his feet. "So, you're the one who survived," Bruce said, his voice as cold as the winter wind. "Your family's gone, boy. You belong to me now."

The next five years were a living nightmare. Bruce treated Elias worse than a slave, dehumanizing him at every turn. He was made to sleep in a small, cramped kennel, fed scraps from the kitchen, and trained like an animal. The guards would mock him, throwing bones and laughing as he scrambled to retrieve them.

"Fetch, boy!" they'd taunt, their voices dripping with malice. Elias learned to swallow his pride, to suppress his anger and humiliation. He was no different from a dog back then, his spirit beaten down but not entirely broken.

One night, Bruce decided to push his cruelty to new heights. "Bury him alive," he ordered, his voice devoid of emotion. Elias, weakened and battered, was dragged to a shallow grave outside the estate. One of Bruce's men, a younger guard named James, stood over him, shovel in hand.

James looked down at Elias, his expression conflicted. "You don't deserve this, kid," he muttered under his breath. He glanced around to make sure no one was watching before leaning closer. "Run. Get out of here and don't look back." With a swift, hard blow to the head, James knocked Elias unconscious. When Elias came to, he was lying on a cold, deserted street. The night was dark and bitterly cold, his breath forming white clouds in the frigid air.

He staggered to his feet, disoriented and weak, his body aching from years of abuse. He wandered aimlessly through the night, each step a struggle against the cold and exhaustion. Eventually, he collapsed on the sidewalk, too weak to continue.

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As dawn broke, a car pulled up beside him. Sarah and John Thompson, a couple known for their kindness, spotted him lying there, barely alive. "John, look at him,” Sarah said, her voice filled with compassion. "We can't just leave him here." John nodded, lifting Elias gently into the car. "Let's get him home. He needs help."

The Thompsons took Elias in, their home a sanctuary of warmth and kindness. They nursed him back to health, never asking about his past, understanding that some wounds took time to heal. They offered him a fresh start, a chance to rebuild his shattered life.

One evening, as they sat around the dinner table, John spoke up. "Elias, we've been thinking. There's a place where you can get proper training. Real training. We want to send you there."

Elias looked up, hope flickering in his eyes. "Training? For what?"

"To become who you're meant to be," Sarah said softly. "To find your strength again."

The training facility was unlike anything Elias had experienced. The instructors were tough but fair, pushing him to his limits but always with the aim of making him stronger. They saw the potential in him, the resilience forged through years of suffering.

"You've survived so much, Elias," one of the instructors said during a particularly grueling session. "Now it's time to thrive."

Elias threw himself into the training, channeling his pain and anger into every movement. He was no longer the broken boy Bruce had tried to destroy. He was becoming something more stronger, wiser, and ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.

Years passed, and Elias emerged from the training facility a changed man. He still carried the scars of his past, but they no longer defined him. He had a new family now, a purpose, and a future.

As he stood on a hill overlooking the facility, he thought of his mother, his sister, and the life he had lost. A tear slipped down his cheek, but it was a tear of resolve.

"I will make you proud," he whispered to the wind. "I will find those who did this and make them pay. But first, I will become the best version of myself. For you. For me. For the future."

With that, Elias turned away from the past and walked toward a new dawn, ready to embrace whatever lay ahead.

# PRESENT 0000

When he was ready for revenge, he found out that they killed his sister in the most cruelest way one can ever imagine. Now two people is gone from his revenge by an unknown enemy, the rest three is his to handle the way he wants. But something shocking, is that Scarlet Decula looks so much like his birth mom who died before his eyes.

One thing is for sure is that he won't stop until he finds out who she is.

So the twins survived but doesn't know each other exist. How will they feel when they finally meet each other?