Hernando Marković

In the shadowy beginning of history, there exists a figure whose name is whispered with a mixture of fear and fascination: a Devil. Not the traditional embodiment of pure evil, but a complex being whose origins are shrouded in myth and legend. Some say he was the serpent in the Garden of Eden, forever intrigued by the potential of humanity and the dance between good and evil. Born of ancient lineage, the Devil's existence was marked by a family history. Discovering his father's unfaithfullness and the existence of a half-brother was a bitter revelation, one that fueled a silent resentment that simmered beneath his charismatic exterior. He took his half-brother under his wing, perhaps out of a sense of duty or perhaps to shape him in his own image.

The Devil's relationship with his half-brother was fraught with tension and veiled resentment, a legacy of betrayal and fractured familial bonds. As he watched the young boy grow, a bitter concoction of envy and disdain simmered beneath his facade of indifference. One fateful day, the Devil made a decision that would alter the course of his half-brother's life forever. With a mixture of calculation and cold detachment, he whisked the boy away from the familiar comforts of home, guiding him into the embrace of another man - Dwight Sainz. Leaving his half-brother in Dwight's care was an act of calculated cruelty, a twisted form of retribution for sins not his own. He watched from afar as the boy was indoctrinated into Dwight's world, a world of shadows and secrets, a world that mirrored his own descent into darkness.

Retirement sounded delicious to him, a chance to escape the relentless grind of the spotlight. He sought refuge in the arms of a wife, a woman whose love he dared not acknowledge publicly. Together, they carved out a life shielded from prying eyes and lurking dangers. Yet, fate is a cruel being, and happiness but a temporary thing. The day his wife and child vanished from his life, swallowed by the yawning maw of tragedy, marked the beginning of the end. Grief weighed heavy on his shoulders, but he was ever a creature of resilience, his mourning cut short by time's arrow..

In the aftermath, the Devil withdrew from the world's stage, a shadow of his former self. Rumors swirled like smoke in the night, whispers of a fallen idol haunted by ghosts of his own making. And though his name may fade from a generation, he's not one to pass down a good day out.