To face Angela Liegi's goons Stefano needs some fighting exp

THE DELINQUENTS' DAMNATION – A SYMPHONY OF **** AND ASCENSION

The night air was thick with the stench of sweat, cheap cologne, and the metallic tang of impending bloodshed. The alleyway walls, stained with decades of grime and gang tags, bore silent witness as the nine delinquents tightened their circle around their prey—a trembling young woman whose pleated skirt was now ripped at the thigh, her knees scraped raw from **** attempts to scramble away.

"O-Ohmygod, is there no one around!? Anyone..." A soul fragment, he could smell her terror and frustration, multiple cars had passed by them and no one stopped to help.

The tender beauty's chest heaved with panicked breaths, her doe-like eyes darting between the leering faces surrounding her.

The leader, a hulking brute named Riccardo "The Hog" Barone, had knuckles scarred from years of bare-knuckle brawls in prison yards. His neck was a canvas of poorly inked tattoos—a spiderweb at the throat, a teardrop under his left eye, and the words "Morte Prima di Disonore" in jagged script across his collarbone. His sausage-like fingers tightened around the girl's wrist, his breath reeking of grappa and stale cigarettes as he leaned in.

"C'mon, principessa," he sneered, his voice a gravelly rasp. "We just wanna talk. Maybe show you a good time, eh?"

The others laughed—a chorus of hyena cackles that echoed off the alley walls. The youngest, Luca "Babyface" Moretti, barely nineteen with acne still dotting his cheeks, licked his lips as he reached for the girl's other arm.

Then—

"Then talk to me."

The voice was smooth, dark, and utterly devoid of mercy.

The gang turned as one, their grins faltering when they saw the figure standing at the alley's entrance.

Stefano.

Dressed in a tailored black coat that whispered of wealth and ****, his hands tucked casually into his pockets, he looked like a man who had wandered into the wrong part of town. But his eyes—those golden, slit-pupiled eyes—told a different story.

Luca, emboldened by youth and stupidity, was the first to speak.

"Fuck off, pretty boy," he spat, hefting a crowbar. "This ain't your streets, stop ruining the mood."

Another thug chimed in, the young man was sill leering

"Yo, someone tryna play the white knight here! We ain't bothering anyone here, just mind your own shit old geezer. It's none of your damn business!"

Stefano's smile was a blade unsheathed.

"It is now."

THE FIRST BLOOD – OSIRIS CHAMPION’ AWAKENING

Luca swung first.

The steel crowbar crunched against Stefano's throat—

—and bent.

The alley fell silent.

Luca's eyes bulged. "Che cazzo—?!"

Stefano's claws unfurled in a blur of obsidian, his fingers elongating into hooked talons that twisted the crowbar like taffy before yanking it from the boy's grip. The metal groaned, warping into a useless spiral before clattering to the ground.

The gang froze.

Stefano's grin widened.

"Now," he purred, "you've done it."

COMBAT LOG: THE BUTCHER'S BILL

Delinquent #1 – Luca "Babyface" Moretti (19, Crowbar Specialist)

Attack: Wild swing to Stefano's throat.

Result: Crowbar bent. Lifelong therapy patient.

Counter: Stefano's backhand strike connected with Luca's ribs at 200 km/h. The impact sent the boy flying into a dumpster, his ribs shattering like porcelain. Before the young thug could scream, Stefano's left claw clamped over his face—

"Life Drain..."

Luca's screams withered into whimpers as his hair bleached grey, the olive skin wrinkling as decades of youth were siphoned into the Osiris Ring. He collapsed, gasping, now biologically forty years older.

Delinquent #2 – Riccardo "The Hog" Barone (35, Gang Leader)

Attack: Charged with a roar, switchblade flashing.

Result: Stefano sidestepped, his palm slammed into Riccardo's sternum with the **** of a freight train.

Counter: The Hog's chest caved inward, ribs puncturing his lungs. As he gasped, Stefano's claws dug into his jaw—

"Drain."

Corruptive Rot.

"Hmmph!!"

Riccardo's yellowed teeth loosened, falling like rotten corn kernels. The gang leader's gums blackened, his body withering as necrosis set in. He'd be dead in weeks, putrefaction spreading from the inside out.

Delinquent #3 – Enzo "The Snake" Lombardi (28, Gunman)

Attack: Pulled a 9mm Beretta.

*Bang!!*

*Bang!*

*Bang?*

The dirty bastard emptied the clip into Stefano's chest.

"W-What the fuck!?"

The lead bullets flattened against Stefano's incubus hide, dropping harmlessly to the ground.

Counter: Stefano blurred, appearing behind Enzo before the last shell casing hit the pavement. His claws sliced through Enzo's gun hand at the wrist.

Enzo stared in horror as his severed hand thumped to the ground, fingers still twitching around the pistol grip. Stefano grabbed his throat, squeezing until the man's eyes bulged, then slammed him face-first into the brick wall.

"Huuu... I-I should have just become a fucking baker like mom said." A mental echo... Was that genuine regret?

Nasal bones shattered, teeth embedded in the mortar.

Delinquents #4-9 – The Rest (Various Ages, Various Weapons)

Attack: Swarmed with knives, chains, and broken bottles.

"D-Dammit!! Let's get the fuck outta here, w-wait, I didn't mean, SHIT!"

Result: Dismantled.

Counter:

Shoulder blades shattered with precise kicks, spines dislocated with brutal grapples. Broken knees for those who tried to flee.

Effect: The alley became a chorus of agonized wails, bodies twitching in pools of their own blood.

"H-Holy shit... Did he just do all of... T-That on his own? Fuck!!"

The young woman—petite, brunette, her blouse torn—stared up at him with wide, dilated pupils. The slender beauty's fear had morphed into something darker. Stefano could sense the fertile pink glow of her womb flare up.

Lust.

"W-what’s your n-name?" she stammered, thighs clenching unconsciously.

The Osiris ring's fallen divinity whispered into Stefano's battle-lust addled mind

Breed

Corrupt

Dominate

It seemed a knight in shining armour had its charms, more so when it was actually a devilish incubus.