Descent into Darkness

By Boltcraft

Throughout the novel, the characters' journeys intertwine with the pulse of the city, their personal struggles, triumphs, and growth mirroring the intricate dance between good and evil. The narrative strikes a delicate balance between heart-pounding action, slow-building tension, and poignant character-driven moments, each word an invitation into a world where shadows creep and redemption flickers like a distant flame.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Bacon Smile
• Release date: Jun 15, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223031420

Book preview

Chapter 1: The Crime Unveiled

The city exhaled a somber breath as darkness descended upon its decaying streets. A chilling mist slithered through the alleyways, seeping into every crevice like a venomous serpent. Shadows danced in macabre waltz, their elongated fingers reaching out to ensnare any lingering hope. This was a place where dreams came to die, swallowed by the insatiable hunger of crime and corruption.

Detective Michael Sullivan stood at the precipice of that darkness, his worn-out eyes reflecting the weight of countless failures. Each one etched deep into his weary soul. The moon, hidden behind a thick blanket of ominous clouds, cast faint rays upon his disheveled figure as if attempting to find solace in his presence. But solace was a foreign concept to him, a distant memory fading like whispers on the wind.

A call pierced the silence, shattering the fragile equilibrium of his solitude. The voice on the other end was fraught with urgency, its words laden with the weight of a world turned upside down. A prominent businessman, shrouded in the murky depths of organized crime, had met a grisly fate. The murder had come knocking, and it was Sullivan's reluctant duty to answer.

He arrived at the crime scene, a desolate alley that seemed to suck all light and hope from the air. Yellow police tape fluttered like a cautionary hymn, warning the curious and the damned to keep their distance. The stench of decay mingled with the faint scent of dried blood, tainting the very essence of the night. A harsh symphony of sirens wailed in the distance, each notes a dirge for a fallen soul.

Under the flickering streetlamp, Sullivan gazed upon the lifeless form sprawled on the cold pavement. The victim's eyes, once brimming with ambition and greed, now stared into the abyss with a hollow emptiness. His face, once kissed by power, was now contorted by the final moments of unimaginable horror. But it was the symbol carved into his chest that held Sullivan's attention—a twisted emblem of a malevolent mind at