In the union of El Dorado, a throne is emerging, with its black soil sprouting around it; the swamp is becoming denser and needy of blood.
In the garden there sat a demon in the skin of a monk; Dark was sitting, getting ready to go in the 80517 back as the leader, but came a tingle of notification; it said, "Brother Dark, it's me, Victor. I need you. Want to have a talk on vodka, about the rules? Should they dissolve?" At first, Dark chuckled, which soon turned into laughter, a type of laughter that a man has when he hears a nostalgic joke: "Am I a fool to you, Victor? How can I trust someone who is as suspicious as you? your Cassisus," but then he went there as he thought, What can a fly do to a lion with hunger as vast as a bottomless well?
The meeting spot was a simple cafe. But it had only one table and two chairs. "So you came, Dark. I was not expecting it." Victor was sitting in his normal track suit listening to rock before he came; the cafe did not look like a cozy spot for meeting. It was normal in the sense of a place where murder happens. Its scent was mixed with coffee and blood at the spot of execution. "How can I not come after hearing such a tempting topic?" Dark was wearing his black shirt with red dragon print and his white trousers, but there was no great coat here; he gave it to King.
Then a thing changed behind the eyes of Victor: an animal had awakened. He first took his hand to his forehead slowly, then combed his hair back, and then threw out laughter, his voice shaky, his eyes wide open, mouts forming a smile that does not look human, and breath like it's his last. He took his time while dark watched his every step with the precision and judgement of God. "Dark! Brother Dark, you're such a naive—" he gave a breath out still laughing. "You are trapped here like a lowly puppy in a cage. " Ha!" The first dark raised an eyebrow, then he sat comfortably, his pride flowing out like a dam has just broken, which was trying to stop a roaring river. Then he sighed, "You still have to learn a lot, Victor. I knew this was an ambush, but I still came. You know why! Because your week," he continued with a smug and wide grin, which was taunting like a final blow. "You can't kidnap me, and if there is a single chance you could, there is a man under my cape who will inform King where I am. And you know what that means." He deepened his voice and said, "Hear my statement: there is no such alliance that can stop 80517. Filled with anger and ego hurt, Victor screamed, "Take this bastard out of my eyes." "With this the cafe was not a cafe anymore; it became a swarm of elites, and soon a single sick man was surrounded by healthy, experienced elites.
Seeing himself surrounded, Dark put his hands in his pocket, then sighed, "You sure have Forgotten Victor. Why am I called the Demon of El Dorado?" Then he takes a step forward, then another. He reaches the table and drinks a glass of water. Then he cried, "Don't you bastards here to fight!" Then he marched forward slowly like a wolf heading towards prey, and then he started beating them. He used his CQC like breathing using his environment; he broke the glass he drank from and used it blindly and stabbed. One elite tried to stab his liver; he blocked and used the same knife to pierce his eyes. No sooner had the cafe floor been an ocean of blood. The one who drank that blood was Dark, and at last in the pile of bodies, he took his time laughing. His voice was not shaky; it was smooth with an evil scent. But a dart came from a distant tranquilizer, a bull-grade tranquilizer; this was the only thing that could bring this sick man to his one knee. "You sure are cocky, Viper."