Lucifer Romanov sat in his expansive office, bathed in the cold light of a single desk lamp. His commanding presence filled the room as he leaned back in his chair, fingers steepled in thought. The air was tense, electric, as his brothers filed in, their footsteps echoing against the marble floor.

Ares stood by the door, silent as ever, his hawk-like gaze sharp as he handed a sealed envelope to Lucifer before retreating into the shadows.

Lucifer took the envelope without a word, his piercing silver-blue eyes scanning the unmarked surface. He set it down on the polished mahogany desk with deliberate precision, his expression unreadable.

"Sit," he commanded, his voice a low growl, resonating with authority.

Rafael and Izrael exchanged a glance but complied, pulling out the chairs across from their elder brother. Gabriel remained standing, his arms crossed, his sharp features set in a Curious state.

Lucifer pushed the invitation across the desk to Rafael, who picked it up and read aloud. "'The Salvatore family cordially invites you to the engagement celebration of Vincent Ivan Salvatore and Evangelina Snow Wraith. We look forward to your presence."

Rafael slammed the paper onto the desk, his lips curling in disgust. "They have no idea who they're inviting, do they?"

Gabriel snorted, his expression a mix of amusement and malice. "The Sinisters at an engagement party. That's rich. Do they think we're their allies now? Someone who lives to appease them?"

Rafael set the paper down, his lips curling into a cold smile. "They're flaunting their power, daring us to show up, knowing full well they've crossed lines that can never be uncrossed."

Izrael's voice was sharp, his temper barely restrained. "They're underestimating us. They think we'll stay hidden in the shadows."

"They don't know who you are," Ares said coldly, pacing the room like a caged predator. "The Romanov name is dead to them. Buried with the don Daemon Romanov."

Lucifer's gaze snapped to his Ares, his voice like ice. "Not for long."

The room went still. Gabriel's smirk faded, Rafael leaned back in his chair, and Izrael looked with a blank face.

Lucifer rose from his seat, his towering frame casting a long shadow across the room. "They think they destroyed us when they killed our father. They think they erased our name, our bloodline. For years, they've lived with the delusion that the Romanovs are a relic of the past."

He leaned forward, his palms pressing against the desk, his voice low and venomous. "It's time they learn the truth. That Daemon Romanov's sons are alive. That his bloodline didn't die with him. And that we've been waiting—watching—for the right moment to remind them of their sins."

Rafael's expression turned dark, his lips pulling into a grim line. "And the engagement party is where we reveal it?"

Lucifer nodded, his piercing gaze locking with Rafael's. "Yes. In front of their families, their allies, their entire circle. We'll announce who we are, and we'll make sure that knowledge is the last thing they carry to their graves."

Gabriel leaned back in his chair, a dangerous glint in his eye. "This is going to be fun. Imagine their faces when they realize the Romanovs have been right under their noses, biding our time."

Izrael smirked, but his voice was cold. "The last thing they'll see before they die is the face of the legacy they thought they'd wiped out."

Lucifer straightened, his commanding presence filling the room. "This isn't just about vengeance. It's about justice. For our dad. For our mom. For her, our Haven." Lucifer and the brothers stilled with emotions for a second before composing themselves again.

"We're not just going to kill them; we're going to destroy their name, their legacy, their empire." lucifer continued as rage refilled his heart.

Rafael nodded, his voice steady. "What's the plan?"

Lucifer met his gaze, his eyes cold and unyielding. "We go as their honored guests. We drink their wine, eat their food, and smile for their pictures." He paused, letting the tension build. "And when the night is at its peak, when they least expect it... we end them."

Gabriel let out a low whistle, his grin widening. "A massacre at an engagement party. Classic Sinisters."

Lucifer ignored the jest, his focus unrelenting. "This isn't just about vengeance. It's about sending a message. To every family, every syndicate, every ally who thought that the Romanov's were gone. By the time the night is over, the name Romanov will echo in every corner of this world."

Lucifer spoke with measured precision. "Rafael, you'll coordinate the entry. Invitations are the key—make sure they see our faces as we walk in. Gabriel, handle the weapons. Concealed, discreet, but enough to paint that place red. Ares, You'll handle the exits. No one leaves until I say so."  Rafael, Gabriel and Ares replied with a  "yes capo".

"And me?" Izrael asked, his voice eager.

Lucifer turned to him, his gaze burning with intensity." You'll make sure they see you for who you are—Daemon's son. His blood runs fiercest in you, Izrael. When we strike, I want you to lead it."

Izrael nodded, his jaw tightening. "Consider it done."

The brothers exchanged glances, their grim smiles a silent pact.

Ares, now standing just beside Izrael with his ever-present dagger in hand, broke the heavy silence.

"By the way who dies first?" His voice was as sharp and cold as the blade he idly twirled between his fingers.

Izrael, seated in the darkest corner, leaned forward, his eyes gleaming with a feral intensity. Without a word, he snatched the knife from Ares and slammed it down onto the invitation, its blade piercing the name written in elegant calligraphy: Evangelina Snow Wraith.

The others turned their gazes to him, the silence stretching. Izrael smirked, his voice dripping with venomous satisfaction. "I've heard Vincent has a soft spot for this girl. Loves her a little too much, doesn't he?" He twisted the knife slightly, the name creasing under the pressure. "I'll kill her myself. Right in front of him. Let's see how much he loves her when she's bleeding out at his feet."

Gabriel's face remained stoic, but his thoughts raced.

"Mike can't know about this," he thought grimly.

"Not her. He's been close to this girl, Evangelina ever since he took that ridiculous assignment. A soft corner isn't just a liability—it's dangerous. If he finds out, he'll try to stop us, no matter what's at stake."

Lucifer's sharp eyes flicked between his brothers but betrayed nothing. His silence was an affirmation of Izrael's choice, though his expression remained unreadable.

Rafael leaned back in his chair, his face as impassive as ever. He didn't question the decision, though a flicker of unease crossed his mind—one he buried deep, knowing Lucifer would sense even the smallest hesitation.

Ares, chuckled darkly. His presence was as overwhelming as Lucifer's, his loyalty unwavering and his reputation as an assassin unchallenged. He finally spoke, his tone cold and calculating. "Make it quick, Izrael, but make it unforgettable. A blow to Vincent's pride is a blow to the Salvatore empire. We need them to feel the weight of their sins before they die."

Izrael grinned, his smirk wide and chilling. "Don't worry. It'll be a masterpiece."

Lucifer's voice broke through the moment, commanding and resolute. "Focus. We have one shot at this. The Salvatore family dies as one, their legacy erased. No mistakes. No hesitations."

The brothers nodded, their resolve as unyielding as steel. Only Gabriel's thoughts lingered on Evangelina, a flicker of doubt buried under layers of icy calm.

As Lucifer began to lay out the finer details, the weight of the plan hung heavy in the room. The Salvatore estate would become a graveyard, and the engagement party would be remembered not for love but for blood.

Lucifer met his gaze, his voice quiet yet unyielding. "I trust all of you to follow the plan. No deviations."

All of them nodded.

By the time the meeting ended, the brothers and Ares were already moving to prepare, their minds set on the destruction to come.

And as Lucifer sat back in his chair, staring at the now-empty envelope on his desk, a cold smile played on his lips. His sharp, deliberate movements disrupted the stillness as he slid open the side drawer of his desk. His fingers brushed over the edges of a crumpled letter he had once found on his parents grave, its words etched in his mind long before his eyes traced them again:

"I hope you are rotting in hell, Romanovs.
Rest in chaos"
~ Vicious

His jaw tightened as he read the signature. Vicious. That name alone was a trigger, an echo of hatred buried deep but never forgotten.

Lucifer's hand curled into a fist, crumpling the letter slightly before he forced himself to release it. He let it fall to its original place, his movements slow and calculated.

"You killed Daemon Romanov," he murmured to the silence around him, the words like a venomous promise. His voice dropped lower, its edge sharper. "But you didn't kill his sons."

He closed his eyes briefly, his mind racing with plans of revenge and dominance.

But only if he knew that the night would not just be unforgettable to the world. It would shatter their own realities.

The girl they were planning to use to break their enemies was not an outsider. She was one of them—their own blood.

What do you think of the brothers?

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