The Magic Black Card

Cacophony of Injustice

A wicked grin stretched across his face, accentuating the corners of his mouth as he let out a sarcastic laugh. The lines etched on his weathered face hinted at a man accustomed to scheming and deceit. His thoughts simmered with a potent mix of disdain and resentment.

"What did Richard take me for?" he pondered, his voice laced with bitterness. His son had toiled relentlessly for Richard, dedicating countless years to his service. Yet, in the end, Richard had deemed his obstinate offspring as the sole heir to his domain. The cacophony of injustice echoed in his mind.

"And now, the goddamn son is dead," he continued, his voice devoid of remorse. Richard had laid claim to the grandchild, appointing them as chairman, while his own grandchild had dutifully served, unnoticed and unappreciated, throughout the countless years.

His face remained a mask of defiance, as if daring anyone to challenge him or underestimate his capacity for vengeance. In that moment, he vowed to himself that he wou