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For the next five years, Darius worked as a heavy for Figarelli - collecting protection, breaking legs, the usual mafia shit. After a few years working for Figarelli, Darius was offered a hit. The mob needed a guy who wasn't made, and therefore, off the Feds' radar. The money was good and the man he had to kill was a scumbag snitch, so Darius accepted. That's how he became a hitman for the mob. Darius' work was neither clean nor professional, but he got the job done and had a knack for not getting caught, so the mob continued to use him. As he was exposed more to the middle and upper echelons of the mob, he started to see a lot more... strange things. Darius was always a credulous kind of guy, so when made men referred to "the bloodsuckers" or "the vamps" he took it to be figurative. Even after he saw a few overtly supernatural things, he always chalked it up to the booze. He didn't want to see what was right in front of him. The idea of real-life vampires was more than he was willing to accept. (After his Exaltation, he's re-thinking his previous stance.) | For the next five years, Darius worked as a heavy for Figarelli - collecting protection, breaking legs, the usual mafia shit. After a few years working for Figarelli, Darius was offered a hit. The mob needed a guy who wasn't made, and therefore, off the Feds' radar. The money was good and the man he had to kill was a scumbag snitch, so Darius accepted. That's how he became a hitman for the mob. Darius' work was neither clean nor professional, but he got the job done and had a knack for not getting caught, so the mob continued to use him. As he was exposed more to the middle and upper echelons of the mob, he started to see a lot more... strange things. Darius was always a credulous kind of guy, so when made men referred to "the bloodsuckers" or "the vamps" he took it to be figurative. Even after he saw a few overtly supernatural things, he always chalked it up to the booze. He didn't want to see what was right in front of him. The idea of real-life vampires was more than he was willing to accept. (After his Exaltation, he's re-thinking his previous stance.) | ||
| β | After his eighth murder, when he was out on the town spending his ill-gotten cash, Darius had a sort of revelation. Not a bright lightbulb going off, but a sort of dim flickering that took most of the night to really take hold in his mind. This is what Darius | + | After his eighth murder, when he was out on the town spending his ill-gotten cash, Darius had a sort of revelation. Not a bright lightbulb going off, but a sort of dim flickering that took most of the night to really take hold in his mind. This is what Darius joking calls his "half-assed revelation." He saw himself as he was - a murderer, a thief, a drunk, a gambler, with no hope and no future. Disgusted with himself, he took his car out into the desert with a loaded revolver sitting on the passenger seat. He stopped in the middle of nowhere and pulled off the highway. He held the revolver and thought about killing himself. |
Then the other hitmen showed up. They had worked for the man Darius killed just the night before. They had followed him from the casino and were going to have their revenge. Two cars pulled up alongside Darius and six men pulled out Tec-9's and Uzis. | Then the other hitmen showed up. They had worked for the man Darius killed just the night before. They had followed him from the casino and were going to have their revenge. Two cars pulled up alongside Darius and six men pulled out Tec-9's and Uzis. | ||
