Master Of Death

LOOPHOLE

A dark, moonless night. The air is thick with tension, and the sound of gunfire punctuates the silence. A lone figure stands in the shadows, bullets flying from his weapon, striking the figure in a coat with relentless fury.

The bullets tear through the night, each shot echoing like a heartbeat in the stillness. The man in the brown coat staggers as a bullet finds its mark, a crimson stain blossoming on his chest. He bleeds, yet he continues to advance, each step deliberate, as if guided by an unseen force.

Man with Gun: "Who the hell are you? What are you?"

The figure in the brown coat looks up, his eyes glinting with a mix of defiance and eerie calm.

Mysterious Figure: "I have mastered one aspect of life—death."

He steps closer, the darkness swirling around him, cloaking his form in shadows.

Mysterious Figure: "But mastery is only achieved when I fulfill its purpose. After all, everything has its purpose."

In his right hand, he clutches an iron rod, its head shaped like an axe, glinting ominously in the dim light. He grips it tightly, the muscles in his arm tensing as he raises it, the atmosphere crackling with impending violence.

Mysterious Figure: "This will be both of our ends."

With a swift motion, he closes the distance, lifting the rod high above his head.

The iron meets flesh with a sickening thud, blood spraying across the ground like a dark, vibrant canvas.

18 Hours Earlier...........
The sun streamed through the curtains as the alarm clock rang out its 6 AM call, cutting through the peaceful morning. A man lay in bed, stretching awake, the remnants of sleep fading from his mind. As he swung his legs over the side, the floor felt cool beneath his feet, grounding him in reality.

In the bathroom, he stood before the mirror, brushing his teeth with practiced ease. His reflection revealed striking features: dazzling white hair that framed his face and deep black eyes that held a world of secrets. Lucas, known to most as Luca, was a handsome figure, and he knew it. Today, like every day, he prepared for the challenges that lay ahead.

After rinsing his mouth, he carefully groomed himself, the movements sharp and deliberate. Time was precious, and he never wasted it. He opened his wardrobe, revealing an array of meticulously pressed suits. He chose a sharp black suit, slipping it on and adjusting his tie with precision.

As he straightened himself in the mirror, he caught a glimpse of determination in his eyes. But just as he was about to step away, his phone rang, breaking the morning silence. It was his assistant, calling with urgency.

"Luca, we need to discuss the case. There are developments that require your immediate attention," the assistant said, her voice steady yet laced with tension.

Lucas nodded, already aware that today would be no ordinary day. As he listened, the weight of responsibility settled on his shoulders, and he braced himself for the storm that was about to unfold.

Despite the crows that seemed to gather around Lucas, he understood the stakes of the deal he was about to enter. This opportunity was not just another case; it was potentially one of the most pivotal moments in his career. The man he was dealing with was known for being ruthless, a figure who commanded fear and respect in equal measure. Yet, the promise of a substantial financial reward loomed over him, tempting him to take the risk.

Lucas, a distinguished lawyer renowned for his unmatched skills in the courtroom, had built a reputation as one of the best in the world. His success wasn't just a product of his talent; it was a culmination of hard work, strategic thinking, and a relentless drive to win. The call from his assistant—a dedicated junior lawyer who had been instrumental in navigating complex cases—was about a new deal that could elevate Lucas's career to unprecedented heights.