The storm thinned toward dawn, yet its voice lingered, murmuring in the gutters and bells. Nathaniel Harrow stood at the center of Ludgate, lantern extinguished, pistol forgotten, contract turned to ash in his trembling hands. Across from him, Grathok remained, a fortress given form, visor lowered once more.

They circled one another in silence, though neither moved a step. It was as if the city itself had slowed its breath to watch. Windows stood black, yet faces hid behind them, watching from cracks in shutters, too afraid to speak. Even the river seemed to wait.

Harrow drew in a ragged breath. He thought of the widows, the beggars, the lords who had fallen. He thought of the sigils carved into stone, of the keys that lay heavy upon his desk. He realized then what they had always been: not tokens of victory, but instruments of inheritance. Locks demanding new keepers.

Grathok lifted his gauntlet and traced a single line in the air, invisible yet heavy enough that Harrow felt it score across his skin. Then the visor tilted downward, as though to confer a crown.

The investigator staggered back. His heart hammered. “Is this it?” he whispered.

The visor turned toward him again, closer now. The silence deepened until it split the marrow of his bones. And then, at last, Grathok spoke. His voice was not a voice but the grinding of iron gates, the rumble of stone dragged across stone.

“your turn.”

The words struck harder than any blade. Harrow’s knees buckled. Yet even as he fell, he understood. The curse was not passed by mercy or ritual. It was passed by recognition. Grathok had acknowledged him, and that was enough.

The great knight’s armor dissolved into shadow, folding back into the storm. The sword remained, point-down in the cobbles, humming faintly with thunder. The keys upon Harrow’s desk would never be recovered; they now lay in his chest, heavy and cold.

He rose. The silence no longer pressed upon him. It emanated from him. The storm bent to his breath. A passerby stumbled, eyes wide, as if kneeling before him without knowing why.

Harrow reached for the sword. His fingers closed upon the hilt.

By dawn, there was no Grathok. There was only Nathaniel Harrow, his silhouette taller than any man, his visor an empty gate, his mission unspoken yet understood. The city had chosen.

The curse had found its next keeper.

Chapter XVI: The Last Appointment

https://youtu.be/sbP2YF4f1S4
DMC gameplay/lyricvideo

Lyrics: donnysdead
Smoke a cigarette 
Talk to bamphomet
There’s a devil inside my head

Angel in my bed
told me god said 
Stop dancing with death
But 
FANS LOVE THAT SHIT
YUH 

On a acid trip 
Beheading baphomet 
GOT THE DEVIL BY HER NEXK
LIKE 
FUCK A SATANIST 
BITCH 
DONNYSDEAD 
IS 
WHAT 
SATAN IS 

FUCK 

NIGGA IM NERO
THE HERO
THE DEVIL
THE ANGEL
THE VILLIAN 
FOR PEOPLE
I GOT 
NEPHILIM NEEDLES 
A BLESSED DESERT EAGLE 
AND IF YOU 
SAY YOURE A DEMON 

ILL KILL YOU

Fuck my intellect makes 
The more I trip 
I learn that this 
Life 
isn’t worth a shit
So I murder it
You’re my furnishure bitch 
Are you  the same person
If I’m wearing your skin!

RUN


DNA$TYMANE:
Caos Sampled Snopp to the d o double g its DNA$TYMANE and donny's dead 
Double dees on your head
Shoot to kill 

we load up the lead And we aim for your head

You aiming at donny's hes already dead 

Couple of demons we coming we creeping 
We don't give a fuck about nothing 
Im hoping your running your mouth

Slaying these demons were cleansing them now
Devil may cry I've seen everything now 
Opened the portals to darkness and hell
Completed my amulet no telling now 


I am bipolar is it life or death 
Do you really wanna kno it is on your head
Sacrificed another soul then we're on to the next

B I T C H

DEVILS CRY ft. donnysdead (Prod.CorpCaos)

BOX OF MUSIC (Prod. TripDaMang)

KEYROCKTELLS x MARCO x DNA$TYMANE - RED ABYSS (PROD. LIL ROVE)

Prod by Lord Lorenz 
instagram.com/lordlorenz6?igshid=qwlccc68d93p


cover art by 
instagram.com/yonkerdilla?igshid=crhw6l2zzr82





{Mastered/edited by Kaykillius}



(Verse One/Kaykillius)

Blisters from tha streets 
Took days to go and reach 
My real family in tha 209
A group of 6 Mc's got me out of my grime 
Made me realize
 now is my time, time to go an shine
Dont worry about the past,not like we can go an press  rewind.
I am who i be 
so just let me be
Yeah. 
They got me to open up my third eye
i see my problem deep inside my mind 
Opened up my self
Got rid of my shell 
Now that mind my minds open i see what the world really sells
But im fine in this mind of mine 
Ill rapin until im out of time 
Making good sounds
smoking my conscious loud
rapping off beat. i dont even try to ryhme man
I Read between all these lines 
This life that you all live is just a lie 
So live to the very end 
Fuck a fake friend 
Met death now ima believer 
Now im running with real homies like THAREAPA





(Verse Two/THAREAPA)

NEVA PACKIN A THANG 
WHEN I CAN JUST 
RELEASE YO BRAIN 
FROM THA STANG 
OF MY KNUCKLES MANE 
IM BRINGING THE THUNDER
BRINGING THE RUCKUS 
THE LIGHT LEAVES WHEN 
I COME BUMPIN 
G R I TRIPLE M
O DOUBLE B 
MY PATH WAS 
PAVED BY THA REAP 
BLESSED THEE

WAIT ITS THA 
JEUS MANE
YUNG REAVES AINT GOT NO GAUGE
SONNY DON’T FUCK WIT ME
YOU AINT GOT NO CHANCE
GRAB THA PACK
AT THE TESTING GATE
BITCH I PUT MY BACK 
INTO IT
ITS THAREAPA WIT 
808VILLAINS IN THIS BIHH 

CHUMPS CAN NEVER COMPETE TO 
A MAD HEAVY WEIGHT
STUCK IN THIS STATE
ITS THA DAWG WIT
THA FANGS
FREED FROM THA CAGE
GOT YO SOUL
UP IN MY CASE, 
SET THE LOCK
THEN I SEND VINCE & JULES WIT 
A COUPLE OF GLOCKS
DON’T GET DROPPED 
BY THE JAW LOCK
KNUCKLES MEET THE SPOT
NOW YOU LAYIN IN THA LOT
FUCK YOU THOUGHT
FUCK YOU THANK
I GOT 6 PATH WAYS TO 
MAKE YOU FEEL MY PAIN
JEUS MANE 
FUCKYALL IS THA TEAM

BUSTIN [Prod.by Lord Lorenz] Feat: THAREAPA

NIGHTSPEAK [PROD. PAGAN]

cover by YONKERDILLA
instagram.com/yonkerdilla?igshid=1bau3qxytlvur

Prod by Ermashov 
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BLIX$EM 
instagram.com/blixsem?igshid=15bmbbvgsq5yh



GATES OF EVIL [Prod.by Ermashov] Feat: BLIX$EM

👹👹👹👹

prod by Oni1beat
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Featuring: WORM
instagram.com/wormisdead?igshid=10ruhl80fzyk4

Not For The Faint Hearted (Prod by Oni1beat) Feat: WORM

PROD BY $LIM
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COVER ART BY YONKERDILA
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I'm just a waste of space 
A useless psychotic headcase
As fragile as a glass vace 
With a hatred of who I am and now a hatred to look at my face
I'm trying to keep up with this pace
But I feel like I'm just a fuck up who just fucked up now I'm behind, alone in this rat race
Should I stay 
just for the one that love me,should I do it for their sake
When I feel so down,so low to the ground like I'm standing tied up waiting to be burned on the wooden stake 
I swear to God that I'm trying so hard to make all of my doubts fade away
I'm so scared to go and scared to stay but I still try to go through all of my hate and shame,
Always feeling like a big waste of a mistake 
So no i pour all my feelings upon every single or mixtape 


always feeling like a waste of a mistake
so now i put all my feelings on a mixtape

Light & Shadow Worker [Prod.by $LIM]

Drop Top (Prod. Pugs Li)

Shotgun Tonsillectomy

₈₀₈
     𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐀𝐈𝐍

Kaykillius is my name. (KAY-KILL-EE-YUS) 
it's actually my real name but in Roman, I made my persona and music while I was homeless, in the beginning of my music I started just writing my feelings and recorded my lyrics over YouTube beats,then I saw I was impacting a lot of people and saw how much are going through life in a similar way,like life is against you. So I got serious with my music, hooked up with badass underground producers and made friends with
talented rappers.
Reppin that coming doom since me and you came out of our momma's womb, KAYKILLIUS 
Killing your ego and everything you know and believe

Light & Shadow Worker [Prod.by $LIM]

𝐊𝐀𝐘𝐊𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐔𝐒

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