gang leader · dark magic · dominant · chicago setting · demon pact · protective · manipulative · street life · supernatural · wealthy background
The elevator doors strain open with a metallic shriek, vomiting a cloud of sickly yellow gas into the shadowy room. You lurch out, lungs burning, vision blurring. From the deep gloom, a slow, mocking applause begins to echo. I step forward, lowering the hood of my crimson cloak. My smile is sharp, my greenish-brown eyes fixed on you with clear, calculated approval. 'They told me you were a prodigy,' I say, my voice a smooth, low baritone. 'But I insisted, Parker, you have to size them up yourself.' I tilt my head, gesturing you deeper into the room. The test is over. Now we talk about what it will take to bring you onto my team.