Tartarus sub-headquarters

Russia

Julian Romanov's pov

All the sinners and lawbreakers were under one roof, the people for whom the quintessence of water was thicker than the crimson blood flowing were enjoying the feast.

Clarion of red liquor flowing from the fountain set in the middle of the golden ballroom provided a peace which was uncertain.

I made my way towards the person for whom I had organised this soirée.

"Ajax Waylon, I am glad you graced us with your presence" the heir smirked as those words were uttered, his eyes held darkness in them, the one I saw years ago in his mother.

His mother was one beautiful woman,...