The Devil Ring Cap Tulo 1

Cynthia May

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23-01-2025

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The air crackled with anticipation. The dimly lit room, usually bustling with the rhythmic clatter of mahjong tiles, was eerily silent. Only the nervous ticking of a grandfather clock punctuated the tense stillness. Tonight, however, the game wasn't mahjong; it was a game of fate, played with a cursed artifact known only as "The Devil Ring."

The Legend of the Ring

Whispers about the Devil Ring had circulated for generations within the tight-knit community of San Jose del Monte. Legend claimed it belonged to a dark sorcerer, its malevolent power capable of twisting destinies and bringing ruin upon its owner. Those who dared to possess it met with untimely deaths, their lives cut short by tragic accidents or mysterious illnesses. The ring, forged from obsidian and etched with arcane symbols, was said to feed on its wearer's negative energy, amplifying their darkest desires until they consumed them entirely.

The Inheritance

Tonight, the ring had passed into the hands of young Miguel, a reluctant heir to a legacy he never wanted. His grandfather, a renowned collector of antiquities, had obtained the ring decades ago, unaware of its cursed nature. Now, with his grandfather's passing, Miguel inherited not only a family fortune but also a chilling burden—a burden he desperately sought to shed.

The Gathering

The room was filled with Miguel’s closest family members, their faces etched with a mixture of curiosity, fear, and apprehension. His aunt, Isabella, a stern woman with a reputation for practicality, urged him to sell the ring immediately, to sever all ties with this dangerous object. His uncle, Ricardo, a more superstitious man, believed the ring held a power that could be harnessed, a power that could bring them unimaginable wealth. The tension in the room was palpable; the air thick with unspoken anxieties.

The First Sign

As Miguel hesitantly slipped the ring onto his finger, a cold shiver ran down his spine. The obsidian felt strangely alive, pulsing with a faint, malevolent energy. The flickering candlelight seemed to distort, casting grotesque shadows that danced on the walls. It was a subtle shift, but undeniable; something had changed. This was just the beginning. The game, it seemed, had begun.

To be continued in Capitulo Dos…