Scars of Anarchy

“You talk like I have a choice, like I could either join them or leave them, but that sitting on the fence as I am is wicked… …There is no fence, Dante. There never has been.”

In the idyllic countryside of upstate New York there is a sprawling, renaissance estate, home to the most ruthless and vicious group of people known to the east coast. The Salvatore Family.

Their bloodline can be traced as far back as the Roman Empire, a distinct and savage branch of nobility that forged a wealthy and bloody path for anyone with the brutality to follow in their footsteps. Through the ages, they left their mark on the world, desiring power and prestige more than anything, uncaring of who they destroyed in the process.

In the modern era, they have become a monopoly of their own way of life. Anything that has influence over the common people, they have taken a hold of with their clawed hands and controlled to their liking. Arms dealers. Blackmarket pharmaceuticals. Sports betting. Politicians, dirty or otherwise. There is no place on the east coast untouched by their ruthless thirst for power.

The Salvatore Patriarch sits in his estate, untouchable, overlooking his kingdom and its many branches. He feeds off the smoke that rises from the scorched earth all around him and he coldly ignores the ghostly, echoing cries of the family’s past victims as they haunt the halls of his home.

And yet, not all the victims the Salvatores burn turn to dust and fade away. Not everyone whom they have wronged remains silent. Many who have been marked by their sadistic ways refuse to go quietly. Though their efforts seem futile up against such a powerful and complex web of deceit and wickedness, through spite and resentment, they will bare their teeth and scream through the darkness.

Who will fall into the same destructive cycle, continuing on generations worth of cold, bitter anger? Who will die attempting to douse the flames that rise higher and reach farther than anyone can fathom? And who will gladly watch them as they slowly but surely burn the world to the ground?

There is no strength that can withstand such cruel people. But somehow, hope grows among the ashes. And it blooms much closer to home than anyone would expect.

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