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<p>Stacci Cavetti</strong></p>
<p>I've been obsessed with Father Davi Vinci since I was twelve, and he doesn't even know I exist. After stumbling into a debauched scene—I should’ve never witnessed—I’ve dedicated my life to getting him to notice me. From my first kill to my twelfth, I craved every ounce of his pride, only to be ignored like an old shoe left behind in a muddy puddle. However, even without his praise, I’ve earned the attention of another who embraced my creativity and my death count. Being a member of Mortes Ostium has allowed me to fulfill my desires while also staying close to my one true love, Davi Vinci. Now, with the annual ball approaching, I know I’ll finally make him see me. And, when I do, I'll make sure he never forgets me.</p>
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<p>Davi Vinci</strong></p>
<p>Contract killing wasn’t the direction I’d seen my life going in. Raised in a proper Catholic home with a godly family, I attended Jesuit school intent on joining the priesthood. Until I met him—Darwin Garcia. My best friend and lover. He opened my eyes to a world I’d never seen before while showing me the hedonistic pleasure I could find late at night behind a church altar. That was how I also met Bernardo Calvetti, leader of the Calvetti family and her—Stacci Calvetti, a wide-eyed imp who saw too much and put me on too high of a pedestal. The disillusionment of humanity and the church made me ripe for the picking and soothed an itch I realized had always been there. As one of Mr. Cavetti’s best killers, I use the church to my advantage. No one ever suspected a priest. Except for Mortes Ostium. The secret society watched me from afar, then drew me into a world of decadence and immorality and, though I loathe organized clubs, I found my home within their ranks. Each kill celebrated added another notch in my rosary. Now, with the Mortes Ostium gala approaching, I have my eye set on Stacci. She’s walked into my trap, and she has no clue what I’m about to do to her.</p>
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<p>Darwin Garcia</strong></p>
<p>Growing up on the streets made me the man I am today. I learned the hustle at a young age and the value of an education. I might not have had a family, but I found mine in Davi and secret society of Mortes Ostium. Sure, it would’ve been easier using my skills to save lives. Unfortunately, there’s a broken part in my brain that can’t quite commit to saving humanity. Call me an anti-hero or the fallen angel. Labels meant nothing to me. I gained my pleasure watching the realization then fear in the eyes of my marks as their life leached from their bodies. Now, as a full-time tattoo artist and hired killer for several organized crime families, I fulfilled my needs whenever the mood struck, earning my spot next to Davi within Mortes Ostium. However, there’s a piece was missing between us, and with the gala approaching, I’d do everything in my power to bring her home—even if it meant carrying her back in a body bag.</p>