Thirst For You

The moon hung high in the night sky later that night, its silvery glow casting long, eerie shadows over the city streets. Blake wandered aimlessly, his hands shoved deep into his pockets and his thoughts consumed by Eva. The more he replayed their meeting in his mind, the angrier he grew. Her laughter, her kindness, her undeniable beauty—they all felt like cruel taunts now. And Elias? The man didn't deserve her. He never did.

"If only she saw what I see," Blake muttered under his breath, his voice thick with frustration. "She'd realize she's wasting her time with him. I mean she barely knows him because I'd know if she has a friend like that."

Unbeknownst to Blake, Lucian's servant lurked in the shadows, his form blending seamlessly with the dark corners of the alleyways. The servant's eyes glowed faintly, a result of the dark magic coursing through him. He had been tailing Blake ever since Lucian issued his command, watching and waiting for the perfect moment to act.

Blake's mutterings and angry gestures painted a clear picture of his inner turmoil. He kicked at a stray can, the clatter echoing in the quiet street, and leaned against a lamppost, running a hand through his disheveled hair. "How did he suddenly come into her life and why does he get everything?" he hissed. "She deserves better than him. She deserves... someone like me."

The servant's lips curled into a sinister smile as he stepped closer, his movements silent and predatory. He observed the cracks forming in Blake's resolve, the jealousy festering like an open wound. With each passing moment, Blake grew more susceptible to the whispers of darkness that Lucian sought to implant.

The servant whispered a low incantation, his words weaving through the air like tendrils of smoke. Blake shivered, feeling a chill that seemed to seep into his very bones. He glanced around, his brow furrowed, but saw nothing. Still, the sensation of being watched was impossible to shake.

"You feel it, don't you?" The servant's voice was barely audible, carried on the wind like a ghostly echo. "The injustice. The pain. The truth."

Blake stiffened, his eyes darting around the empty street. "Who's there?" he called out, his voice unsteady.

"Only someone who understands," the voice replied, smooth and coaxing. "Someone who knows how it feels to be overlooked. To watch someone else take what should be yours."

"Show yourself," Blake demanded, his hands balling into fists. His heart pounded in his chest, a mixture of fear and defiance.

The servant stepped out of the shadows, his appearance unassuming but his presence unsettling. "I'm here to help," he said with a sly smile. "I can offer you what you want most."

Blake narrowed his eyes, suspicion flickering across his face. "And what's that supposed to be?"

"A chance," the servant said simply, his tone dripping with temptation. "A chance to show her who you really are. A chance to take back what's rightfully yours."

Blake hesitated, his mind racing. The rational part of him screamed to walk away, but the festering jealousy and wounded pride made the offer tantalizing. "What's the catch?" he asked, his voice low.

The servant chuckled, a sound that sent shivers down Blake's spine. "No catch. Just an opportunity. All you have to do is trust me."

Blake's jaw tightened as he wrestled with his thoughts. He didn't know who this stranger was or why he seemed so interested in his problems, but the promise of a solution—of finally being seen and appreciated—was hard to resist. Finally, he nodded, his expression resolute. "Alright. I'll listen."

The servant's smile widened, his eyes gleaming with triumph. "Good. Together, we'll ensure that Elias never stands in your way again."

Blake's eyes narrowed as he studied the stranger before him. "How do you know Elias?" he asked, suspicion still lacing his voice. "Why are you so interested in all of this?"

The servant's expression shifted, feigning a look of sorrow and righteous anger. "Elias and my master have... history," he began, his voice dripping with false sincerity. "He wronged my family in ways you can't imagine. My master, Lucian, built an empire—a legacy of hard work and sacrifice. Elias destroyed it all."

Blake's brow furrowed. "What do you mean?"

The servant took a step closer, his voice lowering to a conspiratorial whisper. "Elias stole everything from us even though he was his brother. He took our wealth, our reputation. My master was a powerful man, a former mafia boss who ruled with honor. But Elias's greed knew no bounds. He betrayed Lucian, took what wasn't his, and left us to crumble."

Blake's heart raced, his thoughts spinning. The idea of Elias as some kind of ruthless criminal was hard to reconcile with the man he had met, but it also explained the unsettling aura Elias carried. "And Eva?" he asked, his voice trembling slightly. "She's in danger, isn't she?"

The servant placed a hand on Blake's shoulder, his grip firm and reassuring. "She doesn't see the truth yet, but you can protect her. You can save her from the same fate that befell my master. All I need is your help."

Blake swallowed hard, fear and determination warring within him. "What do I have to do?"

The servant's smile returned, a flicker of dark triumph in his eyes. "For now, just keep close to her. Watch Elias. I'll guide you when the time comes. Together, we'll make sure she's safe."

As the two disappeared into the night, the city remained oblivious to the dark pact forming in its shadows. Meanwhile, Lucian, far away in his lair, felt the ripple of success through his connection to his servant and let out a satisfied smirk. The seeds of chaos were planted, and it was only a matter of time before they bore fruit.