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Season 1: Rise of the Villain

Damien Cross, born into a world of crime and violence, loses his mother in a police raid while his ruthless father abandons him. Left to survive on the unforgiving streets of Blackhaven, Damien is taken in by Salazar, a crime boss who molds him into a deadly enforcer. As he rises through the ranks of the underworld, his thirst for power and vengeance transforms him into a feared villain. However, amidst the bloodshed, he falls in love with Evelyn, a woman who sees the humanity buried within him. Just when he chooses love over his dark path, his past returns to haunt him—Evelyn is murdered by his old enemies. With nothing left but rage, Damien prepares to unleash hell

Rise of the Villian - Season 1

Season 1: Rise of the Villain

Episode 11: Blood in the Streets

The air smelled of smoke and death. The remains of Damien's safe house burned behind him, casting flickering shadows over the blood-soaked pavement. His men were dead. The ones who survived were barely standing.

Salazar had hit back harder than Damien expected, and now he was on the run.

Not from a fight. Not from revenge.

Damien, Nikolai, Vega, and the few remaining Iron Fangs sped through the backstreets of Blackhaven, avoiding main roads. They couldn't go back to any of their known hideouts. Salazar's men would be watching every corner, waiting to finish the job.

"Where do we go?" one of the younger soldiers, Ortiz, asked, pressing a bloodied rag against his arm.

Damien's mind raced. They needed a safe place—somewhere off the grid. He turned to Nikolai. "You still have that contact in the tunnels?"

Nikolai grinned. "You thinking underground?"

Vega raised an eyebrow. "You want to hide like rats?"

Damien's cold stare silenced him. "No. I want to regroup. Then we start hunting."

They reached an old sewer access point near the industrial district. It led to a network of tunnels that the city had long forgotten—except for criminals who knew how to disappear.

Nikolai knocked on a rusted metal door hidden beneath the streets. After a tense few seconds, a peephole slid open.

"Fuck your password," Nikolai grumbled. "Open up, Vance."

The door creaked open, revealing a scruffy man with sharp eyes and a shotgun slung over his shoulder. He scanned the battered group before stepping aside.

Inside, the underground bunker was filled with crates of weapons, stolen goods, and a few outcasts who had nowhere else to go. It wasn't luxury, but it was secure.

Vance shut the door behind them. "I heard explosions. Let me guess—Salazar?"

Damien nodded. "He thinks he won."

Vance smirked. "Then he's dumber than I thought."

Damien didn't have the numbers to take on Salazar head-on. Not yet. But he didn't need an army—he needed fear.

Salazar had hit him in the open. Now, Damien would hit him where he least expected.

Vega pulled out a map of Blackhaven, pointing at key locations. "Salazar controls the docks, the clubs, the drug routes… he owns this city."

Damien's eyes narrowed. "Not for long."

Nikolai grinned. "What's the move?"

Damien lit a cigarette, watching the smoke curl into the air.

"We don't take his empire overnight," he said. "We cut pieces off, one by one. We make him bleed until there's nothing left."

To be continued...