The Lords of The Death Chapter 1

The Lords of the Death" is a thrilling crime novel set in Italy, where amnesia, supernatural powers, and a web of secrets converge in a gripping tale of intrigue and mystery.

Chapter 1

In the hidden depths of Naples' criminal underworld, there existed a secret place where even the shadows dared not tread�"a dimly lit, interdimensional room known only to a select few. It was here that Lanio Thasenach and Francesca Politano, a formidable couple of the criminal world, sought solace and respite from the chaos of their lives.

In the hidden recesses of their interdimensional sanctuary, Lanio Thasenach and Francesca Politano reclined on the illusionary opulence they had conjured. The room, bathed in a soft, ethereal light, offered them a momentary escape from the complexities of their criminal world. They had perfected the art of weaving illusions within the room, creating a tranquil haven that provided both solace and intrigue.

As they languidly conversed, their voices low and conspiratorial, a sudden disturbance shattered the room's calm. A rush of displaced air sent ripples through their carefully crafted illusions, causing the virtual candles to flicker erratically.

Francesca's sharp gaze darted toward the source of the intrusion. In an instant, her illusionary abilities flared, concealing their identities and transforming the room's opulence into an indistinguishable void.

Lanio's hand, quick and instinctive, reached for the concealed weapon at his waistband, a testament to the world they inhabited, where danger could materialize from the shadows at any moment.

And then, he appeared.

Gurzil Woden, the enigmatic stranger who had seemingly emerged from nowhere, stood before them. His presence was as unexpected as the chaos he had brought with him. In the dimly lit interdimensional room, his leather jacket and jeans exuded an otherworldly aura.


Lanio's hand, pointing the gun in case of danger. His voice, as measured and cautious as the room was ethereal, finally broke the silence. "Who are you, and how did you get here?"

Gurzil, his face etched with pain, lay on the floor as if recuperating from a fierce battle. His voice, laced with confusion and distress, answered Lanio's question. "My name is Gurzil Woden."

Francesca and Lanio exchanged a wary glance. In their world, names were both shields and vulnerabilities.

Gurzil continued, his voice trembling slightly, "I don't remember much from my past. Only my name."

Francesca leaned forward, her curiosity piqued despite the unease that hung in the room. "What happened to you? Why are you here?"

Gurzil's gaze shifted from her to the emptiness around them. "I... I don't know. It's all a blur. There was a fight, and then I woke up here."

The uncertainty in Gurzil's voice drew Francesca's empathy. She had known what it was like to be lost and confused.

Lanio, ever cautious, pressed further. "A fight? Can you remember anything else?"

Gurzil stood up slowly, his hands up to show no danger, brow furrowed in concentration as he struggled to piece together the fragments of his shattered memory. "I remember faces, but they're fleeting, like ghosts. I don't even know how I got here."

Francesca exchanged a knowing glance with Lanio as he put away his gun, both of them silently acknowledging the unexpected twist of fate that had brought Gurzil into their world.

Lanio, ever vigilant, pondered their next steps. "We'll help you piece it together, but for now, you're safe here. No one can enter this room without our consent."

Francesca nodded in agreement. "That's right. You're among friends, Gurzil. We'll protect you."

As they continued to offer comfort and support, a sudden, brilliant light flooded the room. The ethereal candles flickered and then extinguished, as if bowing to the intrusion. In their place, a majestic golden door materialized, its intricate patterns and shimmering glow unlike anything they had ever seen.

Francesca's eyes widened in astonishment. "Lanio, do you see that?"

Lanio nodded, his hand instinctively moving to the concealed weapon at his waistband. "Stay behind me, Francesca."

Gurzil, still disoriented, looked on with a mixture of awe and trepidation. "What is that? What's happening?"

Francesca took a cautious step forward, her curiosity overpowering her caution. "I don't know, Gurzil, but it seems...inviting. Maybe it's a way out of here, or perhaps it holds answers."

Lanio, ever the pragmatist, urged caution. "We can't be sure. It might be a trap."

As they approached the glowing door, a sense of anticipation and trepidation hung in the air. The room, once a sanctuary of secrets, had now become a place of unexpected possibilities.

Francesca reached out and tentatively touched the golden surface of the door. It felt warm to the touch, radiating an otherworldly energy. "It's real, Lanio."

Gurzil, curiosity overcoming his fear, added, "There's something on the other side, something I need to find."

Lanio, his hand still on his weapon, made a decision. "Let's go through it, but be prepared for anything."

With collective resolve, they stepped through the golden door, leaving the interdimensional room behind.

The golden door closed behind them with a soft, ethereal hum, leaving Gurzil, Lanio, and Francesca in a place far removed from the interdimensional room they had known. Before them stretched the rugged landscape of Calabria, Italy, bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun. The tranquil hills rolled away into the distance, their peaceful allure a stark contrast to the enigmatic sanctuary they had just left behind.

Gurzil's eyes darted around, taking in the unfamiliar terrain. The rustic charm of Calabria felt worlds apart from his Latin American roots, and the reality of the situation hit him like a gust of chilly wind. He couldn't help but voice his disorientation. "Where are we?"

Lanio and Francesca exchanged puzzled glances, their Italian heritage deep-rooted in the landscape that now surrounded them. Lanio, always vigilant, moved forward, his keen eyes scanning the area for any signs of danger.

Lanio finally spoke, his voice tinged with uncertainty. "We're in Calabria. This is our homeland, Gurzil, but I can't fathom why we're here, or how you ended up here of all places."

Francesca, known for her fiery spirit and unyielding determination, added her perspective. "It's even more baffling considering you don't exactly blend in, Gurzil. You look nothing like an Italian."

Gurzil glanced down at himself, his attire and features a stark contrast to the typical denizens of this region. "You're right. I stick out like a sore thumb here. But I assure you, I have no idea how I got here or why."

Lanio, his senses finely attuned to the unexpected, remained wary. "This isn't a place where outsiders just appear by chance. There's something going on, and we need to find out what."

Francesca's curiosity mingled with her concern. "Could it be related to your abilities, Gurzil? Your unique powers might have drawn us to this place for a reason."

Gurzil, still grappling with his fragmented memories, considered the possibility. "It's certainly a possibility. My abilities are a mystery even to me. Maybe they're connected to this strange turn of events."

Lanio, ever the strategist, began to consider their options. "We need to find shelter and figure out our next move. Calabria may be beautiful, but it can also be treacherous, especially for outsiders."

Francesca nodded in agreement. "You're right, Lanio. We should head to our house. It's secluded and well-protected. It might be the safest place for now."

With Gurzil still visibly shaken, they linked arms and teleported to Lanio and Francesca's hidden residence�"a charming villa nestled amidst the rolling hills of Calabria. The transition was swift and disorienting, but they emerged unscathed in the lush garden surrounding their home.

The villa, an embodiment of rustic elegance, stood as a testament to Francesca's impeccable taste. Its stone walls seemed to blend seamlessly with the landscape, making it nearly invisible to the untrained eye. It was a place where secrets could be kept, and where they had often discussed matters of great importance.

Inside, the atmosphere was both cozy and inviting, with dimly lit rooms adorned with Italian art and antique furniture. The scent of home-cooked Italian cuisine lingered in the air, a comforting contrast to the uncertainties they faced.

Francesca offered Gurzil a glass of rich red wine, her eyes filled with both curiosity and compassion.. "Let's sit down and talk. We need to figure out why we were brought here."

They gathered in the cozy living room, their expressions a mixture of curiosity and concern. Gurzil, still trying to make sense of his surroundings, spoke first. "It's clear this isn't a coincidence. Someone or something brought us here for a reason."

Lanio leaned forward, his gaze fixed on Gurzil. "We can't rule out the possibility that it's related to your abilities, Gurzil. They may have attracted attention from forces we don't yet understand."

Francesca added, "And your presence here in Calabria is equally perplexing. Calabria is our territory, and we know everyone here. You don't fit in."

Gurzil nodded, a sense of urgency settling over him. "I agree. We need to uncover the connection between my abilities, my past, and this place. And we should also find out why you both were brought into this."

Lanio, his features carved from years of command and authority, turned to Gurzil with a calm resolve. "For the time being, Gurzil, you can stay with us. It's secluded and secure."

Francesca, known for her fiery spirit, flashed a reassuring smile. "We have resources at our disposal that might help us get to the bottom of this. For now, make yourself comfortable."

Gurzil took a sip of the wine, savoring its complex flavor. "Thank you both for your hospitality. This is a beautiful place you have."

Francesca smiled warmly, her eyes hinting at the many stories the villa could tell. "It's been in my family for generations. We've added our own touches over the years."

Lanio, ever the strategist, leaned in closer to Gurzil. "We'll need to be cautious. Calabria has its fair share of danger, and it seems like we've stumbled into something bigger than we can imagine."

Gurzil nodded in agreement, his mind still racing with questions and uncertainty. "I understand. I just wish I had more answers."



The moon hung high in the night sky, casting a silvery glow over the villa in Calabria as Gurzil retired to his room. Exhausted from the day's events, he welcomed the comfort of his bed. His mind, however, buzzed with questions and uncertainty, like the distant hum of an unresolved melody.

Downstairs, in the dimly lit living room, Lanio and Francesca sat in hushed conversation. Lanio's fingers traced the rim of his empty wine glass, his expression pensive. "Francesca, what do you make of Gurzil?"

Francesca leaned forward, her gaze fixed on the floor as she considered her words carefully. "He's an enigma, Lanio. There's something about him, something hidden beneath the surface. I can't quite put my finger on it."

Lanio nodded in agreement, his brow furrowed. "I feel it too. His arrival here, the mysteries surrounding him�"it's all too coincidental."

Francesca's voice held a hint of intrigue. "But he could be useful to us, Lanio. His unique abilities, the way he's taken to our world�"it's as if he's a piece of a puzzle we've been missing."

Lanio's eyes flickered with a mix of caution and determination. "Yes, he could be an asset. But we need to tread carefully. We don't know the full extent of his past, his intentions or what brought him here."


Francesca glanced towards Gurzil's door, her thoughts lingering on the enigmatic stranger who had entered their lives. "Do you think his presence here is connected to our own abilities, Lanio? Could someone know about us?"

Lanio's voice held a note of caution as he replied, "It's a possibility we can't ignore. Our powers have always been a well-guarded secret, known only to us. But Gurzil's arrival suggests that our world is intersecting with something much larger."

As they continued to discuss the enigma of Gurzil and the mysteries that seemed to surround him, the weight of their responsibilities bore down upon them. Lanio and Francesca were no strangers to the dangers of their world, but Gurzil's presence had brought an entirely new dimension to their lives.

Francesca's eyes shimmered with a mixture of determination and uncertainty. "We need to find answers, Lanio. For Gurzil's sake and for our own. There's something about him."

Lanio placed a comforting hand on her shoulder, his resolve unwavering. "I agree, Francesca. Tomorrow, we'll begin our search for the truth. But for now, let's let Gurzil rest. The night holds its own secrets, and we have much to unravel."