Ali Sultan and his dear mother, Shakila Qamar, have finally crossed the line they once feared. No longer simple beggars feeding off Anadil Ali’s wealth, they have taken the ultimate plunge—straight into the abyss of darkness. They have joined the ranks of the unholy, pledged their loyalty to the devil himself, and become true servants of the darkness. What an upgrade! Once bound by the mundane chains of morality, they are now proud members of the grand Illuminati, fully initiated into the secret world of devil worshippers.
It all started with one simple demand. Anadil Ali—oh, what a gem!—had spent ten years feeding these two, keeping them warm, keeping them alive. But even she had her limits. Enough was enough. If they wanted to continue living in comfort, they had to pay the price. No gold, no land—just their faith. She demanded that they abandon monotheism, renounce their beliefs, and bow before the forces she so passionately served. And, surprise, surprise, greed and desperation make for excellent motivators!
Ali Sultan, the ever-pitiful excuse of a man, had never been one to stand on principle. Frail, destitute, and completely devoid of dignity, he had married Anadil not out of love, but for sheer survival. A match truly made in… well, not heaven, that’s for sure. And let’s not forget his dear old mother, Shakila Qamar, a woman so aged and dependent, she might as well have been another mouth to feed. They had survived for a decade off Anadil’s generosity, leeching off her wealth without a second thought. But now, the time had come to prove their devotion.
So, with bellies still half-full and pockets still half-empty, they made their choice. Starve with their faith, or feast with the devil? Spoiler alert: they chose food. And so, with all the conviction of a man who just realized he hasn’t paid his rent, Ali Sultan and Shakila Qamar spoke the forbidden words, abandoning their faith and swearing allegiance to the darkness. And just like that, the unholy brotherhood welcomed them with open arms. Their transformation was complete.
Now, they are no longer the pitiful creatures they once were. They have crossed over, stepping willingly into the abyss, where dignity and morals are nothing but distant memories. They are no longer just simple parasites living off Anadil’s wealth—they are now something far greater. They have embraced their true master—the master of all things dark and forbidden.
And so, the contract was signed, the souls were sold, and the path to damnation was officially paved. What awaits them now? Redemption? Oh, don’t be ridiculous. That ship sailed the moment they chose comfort over conscience. No, their road leads only one way—straight into the embrace of eternal darkness, where regrets are as useless as a beggar in a palace.