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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 12: Cutting Off the Head

The underground bunker was silent, filled only with the low hum of generators and the occasional flick of a cigarette lighter. Damien stood over the table, his eyes scanning the map of Blackhaven, memorizing every weak point in Salazar's empire. He wasn't going to wait for another attack.

He was going to take the fight to Salazar's doorstep.

"We start with his lieutenants," Damien said, his voice cold and calculated. "Cut off the head, and the body collapses."

Vega smirked, leaning back against a crate of stolen weapons. "That's a lot of heads to cut."

Damien exhaled smoke. "Then we better get started."

Nikolai cracked his knuckles. "Who's first?"

Damien tapped the map, pointing at a location near the docks. "Eduardo Reyes. He runs Salazar's arms trade. Without him, Salazar loses his gun supply."

Vega's smirk faded. "Reyes is paranoid as hell. He travels with a dozen bodyguards and sleeps in a bulletproof penthouse."

Damien's lips curled into a grin. "Then we catch him when he's not sleeping."

Reyes was known for one weakness—his obsession with high-stakes poker. Every Wednesday night, he hosted an underground game at a private club called The Crimson Room. No bodyguards, no security, just high rollers and criminals who thought they were untouchable.

That night, Damien, Nikolai, and a small crew arrived dressed to blend in. Expensive suits, hidden weapons. The Crimson Room was drenched in luxury—gold chandeliers, red velvet booths, and a bar stocked with liquor worth more than most people's lives.

At the center of it all sat Reyes, laughing as he raked in another pile of cash.

Damien moved through the room like a shadow, taking a seat at the table across from Reyes. Their eyes met.

Reyes smirked. "I don't recognize you. New player?"

Damien lit a cigarette. "Something like that."

The dealer began distributing cards. The game was on, but Damien wasn't here to win money. He was here to win Reyes' life.

As the game continued, Damien subtly signaled Nikolai, who slipped away toward the back rooms. Vega positioned himself near the exits, ensuring no one left without permission.

Reyes chuckled as he laid down his winning hand. "Looks like your luck ran out, friend."

Damien took a slow drag of his cigarette before exhaling. "Not yet."

At that moment, Nikolai reappeared behind Reyes, pressing a silenced pistol to the back of his skull.

Damien leaned forward, his voice low and lethal. "Salazar sent men to kill me. Now, I'm returning the favor."

Reyes' smirk faltered. "You don't want to do this, Cross."

A single shot echoed through the room.

Reyes slumped forward, blood pooling onto the table.

Damien stood, flicking his cigarette onto the corpse. "Tell Salazar his time is running out."

Then they vanished into the night.

Salazar had just lost his best supplier.

To be continued...