THE CONSIGLIERE AWAKENING: Ultimate villain system

Humans were being irritably since he came to this place and was beginning to feel really angered by their attitude, so much that he started wondering why on earth he had wanted to come back to this place. He had just come here for information and had been expecting some degree of kindness. He meant no harm but all he got was the backlash and hate emitting from the store owner and also the customers aura.

"Listen, mate, you better get the f*** outta here or I'm definitely calling the cops in here. Get!" The store owner said to him,

"I'm only here to ask for information, nothing else. Please, if you know Pedro Picasso, tell me." The man said to him.

He somehow felt weird because of his tone because something said to him that he was the one who used to bark orders and had absolutely no business begging anyone. But that was not something he wanted to use right now as clearly, he was at a disadvantage without his memory.

"You all junkies take Old Brooks for a fool with your thieving techniques, eh? Listen, you better get out of here or I would lose my mind." The store owner said to him,

"I'm not a thief." The man said, void of emotions now. He realised he hated being called that.

"Yes, and I'm Saint Valentine." Brooks said.

At this point, the ruckus between them had the entire customer's attention on both of them and this caused one of them to interfere.

"What does he want, Brooks?" He asked the old man.

"Don't mind him, Allen. They are fond of coming in here and pretending. I'm sure he's probably scanning my store to see what he can steal when I'm gone. He better leave now or I'm having the cops pick him up." Brooks said.

"I am no thief. I only came to ask if he knows Pedro Picasso." The man insisted.

Alright, this was enough for even Allen himself. That seemed like the kind of thing a criminal would pull off and he knew this because everyone in the city knows Pedro Picasso. The philanthropist who has been really kind to them all. Never in their lives have they seen a benevolent mafia lord who had dedicated his time to caring for the people. Which was why everyone wanted him to win in the elections he was campaigning for.

What everyone failed at seeing was that sometimes, even the worst person puts up a front aimed clearly at deceit.

"You heard Brooks, dude. Get out of this place." Allen said to him as he pushed him.

This was really annoying for the man as it was embarrassing and he decided not to argue with them. He started walking away.

"Yeah, keep walking and don't even think of showing your face here again because next time, I'll not call the cops. I'll use my shotgun!" Brooks called after him.

This sent anger all over his body and he was trying hard not to tremble. He decided on something too in that moment and that was the fact that he was going to get power points and he was already prepared to send one soul to hell - Brooks.

He went straight to the truck, got inside and sat down. Trying to close his eyes and think, he had hurriedly opened it when he caught flashes of his torment in hell.

Meanwhile, somewhere in the depths of hell was Lucifer playing a game of chess with his lieutenant, Ariton. Only this was no ordinary game of chess. It was all human souls that had been banished to hell being represented by chess pieces. The chess board itself had different punishment levels and each piece killed was a soul being shipped off to some other level of punishment.

"Wow, my boy seems to be doing wonders." Lucifer said to Ariton.

"That seems so, my lord. But do you think he would really keep up with his purpose on earth? I mean, he killed the farmer and his daughter purely out of his own anger. What if he has his conscience telling him to stop?" Ariton asked.

"Well, that's why he's been reformed like this. Do you think the reason why I had him spend twenty five human years in torment first was for anything good? It was because I intended to unleash a monster on earth. He's the perfect tool for this." Lucifer responded.

"But what if his humanity takes over,.my lord?" Ariton asked, he was always used to his master's games but never something like this. The need for his curiosity to get satiated was there.

"Well, did you see him in that store where I poured out negative energy? He was ready to explode with anger and that could have made him the ultimate demon tool." Lucifer said with a smile, feeling really proud of himself.

All along, he has been trying to get his father's attention. But there has been none since his last interference in a human life, he had been banned from even the one meeting he used to attend. Now, he had someone that might cause his father to finally react because he knew his love for his precious humans. One thing Lucifer probably would never share.

"But he restrained himself." Ariton pointed out.

"Yes. But soon he would lose control and stop holding back. He would finally see the gift that I have supplanted inside of him and he would have no other choice but to embrace this gift. No doubt, he would realize himself eventually but then it would have been too late and I would have me, a new soul. Now, checkmate." Lucifer said.

Ariton was not surprised. His master always won these games and only played with him because he needed someone to play with that was at some level good enough.

He knew what to do now and bowed before excusing himself, leaving Lucifer to sit back and observe Julio. Yes, he knew his name but also it was best to point out that in the midst of his torment, Julio had been the one who forgot his own name. He had nothing to do with it.

He saw the man get into the truck he had taken now and he started feeling a rush of excitement when he saw how he was glaring at the store.

"Fascinating, what are you up to now?" He muttered as he was watching.

This was the most excitement he has been getting for the longest time. The other business of rendering torment was fun but too old for him.

The man at this point was still pissed and started feeling bored while waiting for everyone else to leave the store. At some point, he started feeling bored so much that he lit himself another cigarette.

Then he reclined and another memory started flashing.

He saw a young boy of about sixteen and something told him that was him. There was an old man who was approaching him with a cigarette in his mouth.

"What's your name?" The older man asked him.

The young boy was trying to say it but suddenly, everything vanished and he opened his eyes. He was out for a while and it was not of any use to him because he did not remember much. He noticed that it was further into the night, what had been a short flash of memory must have taken a while because the streets were empty and he looked to the side at the store owner.

Luckily, he was still around. He got out of the truck, anger propelling him forward as he went and opened the door. Brooks saw him enter and was really frightened but pretended to be ready.

"Hey, get out of here you asshole! I'm going to shoot you if you don't." Brooks warned him but then he saw the man's eyes and he was instantly fazed. This was no ordinary human clearly.

The man came right in front of his counter and stopped.

"Pedro Picasso, where can I find him?" He demanded.

"Listen, Sir, I'm really sorry, okay? I didn't mean to get on your nerves or anything." Brooks started pleading as his hand was reaching down for his shot gun under the counter.

"Pedro Picasso..." The man said when Brooks pulled the trigger.

There was a loud bang and the man was sent flying to the other end.

"That'll teach you!" Brooks yelled as he came around.

He knew what he had committed was a murder and he needed to get rid of the body as he went over and turned the sign to 'CLOSE.'

Next, he started to close the store doors as he did not want anyone to come peering. That was when he turned around and he found himself face to face with something unimaginable.

"You... you're supposed to be dead. What are you?" He muttered as he stared at the body in front of him with a gaping hole in the stomach.

"You should have told me what I wanted." The man said.