If you could have anything you desired, what would it be?
He is an enigma, a hybrid of an essence and the Demons of the Seven Deadly Sins.
If he desired so, he’d have the world at his feet.
There is, however, one phenomena he has yet to overcome.
It had been the cause for the Wall Street Crash in 1929, the side of his bed to lack a warm body resting upon it, the hollow concave of his embrace, and a dent on his pride.
To cling onto her and watch the blue eyes dissolve into grey nothingness would be added to his trophies of success, but that may as well leave nothing but bruising memories and desperation weighing down his eyelids.
To let her live freely without harm, is for him to perish slowly.
For him to thrive, she must turn to cinders.
"Unlimited amount of hookers without the law getting involved."