hell

The dark red lights were the only thing illuminating the establishment called Sons of Hell.

Loud music blared through the venue. Women danced on poles set up on the stage. The men below threw money and whistled in excitement.

The noise and excitement were interrupted when several gang members rushed into the place, carrying some of their injured comrades inside.

Many of the men in the venue were surprised and watched with clear curiosity.

The gang members quickly entered the offices and closed the doors.

"A gang war?" one of them asked.

"Who would dare challenge the Sons of Hell in Azakur?"

"Yeah, everyone knows they have connections in the government and the police."

"Was one of the injured Enzo?"

"No, you must've imagined it. Enzo's an intermediate mage."

The voices and whispers continued, but inside the office, the gang members were in a panic, unsure of what to do.

"We need to call the higher-ups."