The blaring sirens of the military base cut through the heavy air of the early morning. Kadmiel had just finished another tiring and intense training session, his muscles ached but his mind was sharp. He excelled in the intensity of the military life. The unforgiving discipline was where he found comfort and peace from the wounds of his past, wounds he thought had begun to heal. But as his phone rang, he felt something below his stomach twist. Calls during this time were rare, especially from home. He looked at the screen of his phone and his sisters name appeared, a thin line of unease crawled through his mind. “Kadmiel...” Kelita’s voice was broken, trembling with fear and something else, probably grief. "They’re gone…..” Her voice echoed from the other side of the phone. “Who’s gone?” Kadmiel inquired immediately, his voice firm. “Mom and Dad…they jumped from the building. They said they could not live with the shame anymore. “Kadmiel stood frozen, the w

Kadmiel’s presence radiated power and fury. His eyes burned with cold intensity. And the air around him seemed to be cold and had with it barely restrained violence. The auction house buzzed with a current of unease as Kadmiel walked through its grand doors. Murmurs rippled through the crowd like waves crashing against a rocky shore. Patrons whispered in shock and awe, their eyes growing wider and their mouth opening as they recognized who he was. This was not just a return, it was an event that set the city crazy with speculation and fear. Kadmiel’s presence was magnetic but brought about unsettling thoughts. Years ago, his name had been synonymous with scandal. The incident had forced him into the military, tarnishing his beautiful reputation. Now, he had returned, not as a broken man but as a prophet of judgement. His posture was rigid, his eyes scanning the room with a fierce determination that yelled unresolved vengeance. As Kadmiel moved through the large

The rhythmic hum of the helicopter's sharp and quick blades filled the air as Kadmiel leaned back in his seat. His eyes were closed, but his mind racing. He had been humming a silent melody to himself while he was lost in thought. The mission had been successful. Kelita was safe, and the auction house was nothing but rubble. He should feel a sense of relief and joy, but instead the news from his sister about Leah weighed heavily on him. "Two children..." he signed and whispered to himself, letting the reality sink in, the air seemed cold. He was a father. He had not seen Leah in years, since the incident took place, and now she carried not just one child, but two of his children. Beside him, Kelita shifted in her seat. "It shocked me too," she said softly as if she had been reading his thoughts all these while, breaking the silence. She glanced over at her brother, staring at his calm but obviously overthinking behavior, her face pale but calm, the trauma of her ow

Kadmiel stood at the entrance of the house, taking in everything the estate environment had to offer, no matter how little it seemed. Phoenix stood staring at him from a distance. She felt pity for him after everything he had been through. The flames still smouldered in the east wing of the estate, the sharp and bitter smell of burnt wood lingering in the air. Kadmiel stood at the edge of the ruins, his jaw clenched as his eyes scanned the destruction that was before him The fire had seemed little, but it had done a whole lot of damage on the house and also to Kadmiel’s emotional state, memories of his young days played in his head. His hands curled into fists as memories of his childhood home flashed before him, now corrupted by the inferno that had devoured parts of it. Beside him, Kelita’s small frame trembled, though she refused to let the tears fall. “I tried to stop him,I begged him…..” Bartholomew, the butler, muttered weakly, his old voice filled with

Leah held both her kids in her hand and proceeded to leave the environment, she had a tear drop down her eye after everything. She wiped her face with the back of her palm and kept going, though slowly. Kadmiel and Kelita who had been standing there during the whole episode saying nothing stood behind her, watching as Leah carried the children away. The weight of guilt and pain pressed down on him. The years of unintentional absence, the silence he had not known was so loud for Leah and the children, all these threatened to choke him. His mind raced with thoughts of how to fix the damage that had already been done. He knew he had to make things right, even though he had no idea how. His hatred and anger toward the four great families seemed to multiply during that moment. His face was red with anger but the feeling of sadness overwhelmed and suppressed the feeling of anger he felt. As if pushed by something. He took a few steps forward, he signalled to Kelita to j