A BLOODTHIRSTY DEVIL

In a base in the underworld...

Lorenzo is covered in injuries and blood. His hair is disheveled and his shirt and pants have been torn, leaving him only in his pants. He is tied to a pole and there are several hair-raising marks on his back.

A burly man stands in front of him, holding a long nail-tailed belt. "Mmm," he groans and spits out a mouthful of blood.

"Why are you torturing yourself, buddy? I only asked the identity of your Lord. Is that too hard to tell?" A handsome young man, sitting on a throne-like chair asks and puffs his cigar. From his aura one can easily tell that he is Luciano Pavarotti.

Though he is being asked a question, Lorenzo remains silent. He will rather die than reveal Jordan's identity. He doesn't know why Luciano is asking this but from how long he has known him, he can tell that the reason can never be something good.

"Still stubborn, huh?" Luciano snickers and waves his hand at the burly man. "Go on and whip him until his resolve is broken. I'm curious t
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