Chapter 9 — A Kingdom of Two
The city sits across the water, massive and glowing. Neon lights, choked alleys, government patrol towers standing like fangs. They aren't aiming for the whole beast — not yet. Just one sector. One piece. Enough to plant their flag.
Cainen (glaring across the rooftops): "We take that district. Brick by brick. Street by street."
Kaito (scratching his neck): "You talk like we got an army."
Cainen: "I don't need one. I got you. And me. That's two more than most."
They move at night. No flashy raid. No hero entrance. Just two ghosts in shadows.
They scope out the "Low Cut District." It's abandoned, broken, crawling with minor gangs — just enough threat to matter, but not enough to draw government heat.
Their first move? Wipe the local gangs.
Gang Leader: "Who the hell are you two supposed to be?"
Cainen (stepping forward, fists crackling): "Deadly Six."
Gang Leader: "There's only two of you."
Kaito (grinning): "That's all it takes."
And then?
Slaughter.
Cainen's fists don't stop moving. Kaito's chain-knife slices through the night like a demon's leash. Blood sprays. Bodies drop. The streets are painted in fear.
By sunrise, the Low Cut District has no gangs. Just Cainen and Kaito.
They sit on the steps of a half-blown building, exhausted but alive.
Cainen (panting, bruised): "This it."
Kaito: "Your kingdom?"
Cainen: "Yeah. The start of it."
A broken sign nearby falls with a clang — it used to say "Danger: Evacuation Zone."Cainen just smirks.
"Nah. It's mine now."
Later that night, he drags a spray can across a wall and tags it:"DEADLY SIX DISTRICT — STAY OUT."
Nobody believes it yet.
But they will.