I thought I was evil. Then I met her.

Othello Maloik.
The name should strike fear in your heart if you know who I am—a man of violent extremes.
I got the taste for the finer things in life. Fine wine. Five-star food. And of course, beautiful women.

On the other hand I kill with brutality and without hesitation.

But something is missing.
More than money and fancy cars, I want a woman.
Not one of the floozies that go in and out of my life.
But a woman who will truly accept me for the violent man that I am.
Who will revel in my kill count.

That's when I meet Violetta.
Beautiful as she is dark on the inside.
She's got some interests that would make a man pale.
With the white hair and beautiful body of an angel.

She'll be the soul that will keep me company in Hell.