Hell's Actor-Chapter 45: Divine Conspiracy

Leviathan was apprehensive.

"If we succeed, it will be a bloody war once Lucifer finds out."

"All the better," Satan growled.

Mammon smiled in response.

"No, we cannot allow that. Neither side can afford an all-out war. It will be a messy affair."

"What then?"

"We need to make it look like someone else’s work—"

"Do you think our brothers are stupid?" Leviathan looked disgusted. "They will find out."

"Eventually, little brother. They will find out eventually. We don’t need to hide the truth from them; we need to delay it."

Satan folded his arms. "And who would be willing to take the blame?"

"Isn’t there a violent group that bears a great grudge against Lucifer? A group so capable that it wouldn’t be suspicious if it became the prime suspect?"

Satan realized who Mammon was talking about.

"Altobelli family."

As one of the largest crime families in the entire world, they were perfectly capable of executing a high-ranking member of another family. It was a great way to send a warning.

It was a risky move, but their own captain was killed by Lucifer. So, it wouldn’t seem suspicious if they were to be blamed initially.

"Wouldn’t Lucifer suspect us?"

"No need to worry." Mammon pulled up his phone and sent a text to policeman Butler. "I will take care of it."

They had ensured that retaliation wouldn’t be immediate. Their next concern was the strength of Lucifer’s camp.

"Once Asmodeus is dead, we will have a short window to gather our strength while Lucifer and his lackeys look into our dear brother’s tragic death. We need to break their unity. We need to avoid casualties on both sides."

Leviathan frowned.

"Why?"

The greedy man pointed to his head. "What is the point of winning the war, if there is nothing left to rule? Only two people need to die: Lucifer and Asmodeus. Once they are dead, Beelzebub and Belphegor will fall in line."

For that reason, they needed to be divided.

Assuring his brothers that he had a way to take care of the issue, Leviathan took his leave.

Satan and Mammon were suspicious, but they knew how good their wretched brother was at finding dirt on others.

The scene changed.

Asmodeus had pulled up in front of Leviathan’s mansion with a convoy of half a dozen black SUVs.

"Enter."

Three dozen of his men suddenly rushed out of their cars and stormed the house with shotguns and pistols in hand. No shots were fired, but the screams of servants erupted everywhere.

"On the floor! On the floor!"

"Run and you’ll be shot!"

"Throw your phones to the ground!"

They tied and gagged anyone they could find. Leviathan’s servants were now Asmodeus’s hostages.

Asmodeus walked into the silent foyer, causing the air to turn chilly.

His gaze carried an utter lack of empathy, and his steps exuded a sense of doom. His presence alone scared the poor staff.

In their restricted capacity, they shivered and prayed to God.

Asmodeus approached the butler of the house, who hastily kneeled before the Prince of Lust.

"Where is my brother?"

The old man trembled.

"I—I am afraid I do not know..."

Asmodeus pointed the barrel of his revolver at the old butler’s forehead.

"Do you still not know?"

The old man shed tears.

"I... I—I’m sorry, sir... I don’t know."

Asmodeus stared at him in silence.

The old man’s shivering figure looked pathetic.

He could undo that shivering with his index finger.

But he did not. Asmodeus lowered his gun and walked away.

Losing the strength in his legs, the old man lowered his head and wailed in silence.

"We found her, sir!" one of the men yelled.

Asmodeus climbed down the staircase and found himself in a rank basement.

The dimly lit room had a metal bed with red stains, a metal bucket full of human feces, a bucket of clean water, a plate with flies gathered over the leftovers, and two pairs of bloody handcuffs.

In that mess, Asmodeus found his prostitute friend.

Her clothes were torn, and what rags remained barely covered anything.

She looked frail as if she hadn’t properly eaten in days. There were dark circles underneath her eyes as if she hadn’t slept at all.

Her wrists had bloody marks as if something had torn into them. Clearly, she had been tied to the bed for a very long time.

Most baffling of all, her hair was colored red haphazardly. It was so poorly done that she still bore patches of blond.

Her legs had barely any strength left as she tried to stand up. But when she saw Asmodeus, she weakly made her way towards him and tightly clung to his chest.

She smelled of sweat and urine, but Asmodeus did not shake her off.

"He—he did things to me..." she muttered so that only Asmodeus could hear. "Even when I screamed and refused, he didn’t listen."

She looked horrified, and her eyes were unfocused. It was as if she was still living in the past.

Asmodeus Binsfeld was not a good man, but even he felt disgusted at what had taken place in that basement. Infernal rage had taken over him.

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"He colored my hair. He was very rough." Her hands clutching Asmodeus shivered. "He kept calling me Sarah. Every night."

Brows furrowed, Asmodeus brought the girl away from the horrible place.

"Take her to Bella."

She did not want to leave his side, but she was forced to. He instructed a dozen men to escort and safeguard her.

Realizing that Bella could be in danger as well, he called her and the rest of the mistresses to inform them of the situation. They were to gather and keep themselves safe.

"If Leviathan shows up, kill him on sight."

He sent half a dozen men as reinforcements to Sarah’s escort.

About to leave the horrid mansion, something came to Asmodeus’s mind. He approached the butler, who was still trembling in fear.

"You knew about the girl," Asmodeus whispered, his voice wispy.

The man shook his head. "No, sir..."

"I’m not asking." He checked the cylinder of his revolver. "How many times in a day did Leviathan visit her in the basement?"

The butler remained silent.

"Twice at least, I presume." Asmodeus looked at one of his subordinates. "How long has it been since she went missing?"

"Ten nights, sir."

Asmodeus leaned forward, his hands behind his back.

"Now tell me, how many times is twice every night for ten nights?"

The old man did not answer.

In desperation, he prayed to God.

But God had abandoned him.

Asmodeus shot him twenty times that day.

Thrice in each limb.

Once in both kidneys.

Once in the liver.

Once in each of the lungs.

Twice in the heart.

Once in the face.

In that order.

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