Everyone stared at the man walking away, Trevor moved to stop him but Doctor Alec held him back. "Just give him some time to himself, he'll be back." Doctor Alec muttered and Trevor grunted. Immediately Damon entered the elevator, Trevor turned to the men. "Look, if any one of you wants to go back to that hell, feel free to leave now because if anyone says trash again about the late General or his Will, I'm not sure what I'm gonna do. I know you all don't value your life but just as a warning, I won't hesitate to kill anyone here if the person says any trash again. If you're not okay with the new boss, then fucking leave because I won't tolerate what happened here again today." Trevor said venomously and stormed out of the place. Doctor Alec cleared his throat and turned towards the baffled-looking men, he could see that some of them were angry but the best thing about the whole thing is, they can not act on their anger. What could be more fun? "Hey!" Doctor Alec called and Anthon

"Sorry, Anthony." He muttered and pulled the trigger. The sound bang was the next thing everyone heard and they stood frozen.Damon looked at the gun that had just fired a bullet, mist dancing at the muzzle of the gun and he inhaled it. God, he's getting addicted to the smell. He looked in the direction Anthony was kneeling with a frown on his face, Anthony's expression radiates shock and fear at the same time and that's what he loves to see. He looked down at the hole his bullet had created just a few inches from where Anthony was kneeling. Damon's eyes trail from the shocked Anthony to the men standing a few feet away from him and there could be nothing better or satisfying seeing the confused expression on their faces. A goal well attained. Killing Anthony would give him the ruthless image he needs but not killing him gives him something much greater and that's what he desires. He doesn't want the men to only fear him, he wants their respect as well and he shall earn it. Th

Damon woke up feeling relaxed... Relaxed? It was a positive and negative feeling, his body is relaxed because it got the desired rest, he'd not been able to sleep well for some days now but he was able to have a good rest today, however, his mind isn't at rest, the mind is teetering with different thoughts and he just couldn't help it. It is true when they say a man never truly rests till he dies. He's not ready to die yet, they're so many things to do, and so many people to subjugate... There are people he wants to beg for mercy and he shall not grant it to them. Mercy, forgiveness, love, trust, and compassion aren't in his dictionary anymore, he'd created a new dictionary, especially for his odyssey, a new man that would seek nothing but vengeance against those that wronged him and make his family suffer... He shall not forgive, he's not as big-hearted as God, he's a mere mortal, he'd been pushed to the limits and he'd had enough of all the bull shits, he'd had enough. Damon Hect

Damon paced furiously around the hall of the emergency room, fear gripped his heart and shredded the poor organ into thousands of pieces, many possibilities were running through his mind; the possibility that he could lose his mother immediately after he found her was the one that's churning every cell in his body resulting to his restlessness. He'd been angry, he was angry at her for abandoning him in the dark, he was angry because of all the pains and suffering he'd gone through but along the line, he'd thought differently. Life hadn't been a bed of roses for her either, from what he'd seen, she looked so fragile that while she was unconscious in his arms, he held her so delicately for fear of crushing her bones. He didn't know why she chose to abandon him but he'd find out once she's up. Damon isn't the type that prays always, he rarely prays or maybe, he doesn't at all but at this delicate juncture in time, he closed his eyes and prayed for the well-being of his mother, he plead

The assassins assembled on their boss's call, and they all watched him punch shits into the punching bag dangling dangerously from the chains. Damon couldn't think straight as he punched insanely into the punch bag, he'd hoped that his anger would decrease if he punched the entity but nothing seems to be calming him down, everything was so right and wrong at the same time. He'd found his mother, and he was extremely happy about it but after the discoveries he'd made, the anger in him burn insanely and the more it burns, the more thirsty he becomes, he becomes more thirsty to have his enemies bow down in shame and humiliation but the worst thing was that despite several weeks of thinking of what to do, he didn't find any solution to his perils. He does not want to kill his enemies, he wants to make them suffer, he wants them to wish they were never birthed, he wants them to wish they never made an enemy out of him, he wants them to regret ever betraying and tainting the Hector's nam