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)

NIGHTSPEAK [PROD. PAGAN]

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

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Prod by $ocram
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In Collaboration with
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(LRYICS BY KAYKILLIUS & DNA$TYMANE)
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(Kaykillius)Face masked up coming up out the fuckin cuts 

(DNA$TYMANE)
We sold our souls we so cold you pussy demons don't want no beef with us 

(Kaykillius) We be them spirits creepin' deep inside your motherfucking mind Dnasty got that NineWatch him lift it up to dome and blast it open from behind 

(DNA$TYMANE) crawling out tha kypty
Try to test us Get dumped lifless in a ditch 
Talk your shit then rest in pisss

(Kaykillius &DNA$TYMANE)
We are the curropt 
In Exit Life we go an trust 
Dont try to fuck wit us 
Its DNA$TYMANE and KAYKILLIUS 

about to run amuk 

DNA$TYMANE:Run it up
Pussy boys your out of luck 
Do not try to fuck with us
Seen your bitch i said wassup 

KAYKILLIUS:Talking all our mothafuckin shit
Sacrifice triple six
Pussy boys im at your six
Scalp your skull and make a clip

DNA$TYMANE & KAYKILLIUS:Why are we alive!?
We all just live to die!
Ive seen the other side!
It's all a  fuckin LIEEEEEEEE!!!
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GLACIUS [Prod by $ocram] Dnastymane x Kaykillius

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prod by Oni1beat
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Featuring: WORM
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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

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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]

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