Sylvester would have had to run if he was still living his life under a rock. He still had to lay low, but not as much as he did before. Now, he was able to freely use the funds from his main account, and with it, he had bought himself a car.An Infernus MX – 3000 was a beast. A beautiful beast, and Sly tore through the city to Klaus Wayfinder’s house.No way. There was just no way that his mentor could turn up dead like that.It didn’t seem possible.“More like improbable,” Geral hummed as he too took a look at the scene when they arrived there.His student was right. There was no way this death was natural. He was less than 70, and before Sly cut communications to go low, he could still throw a backflip…a better backflip than he.To put it simply, Klaus was not your regular old man. He was powerful. Way too powerful to die so soon. “Even being ‘killed’, still feels unlikely,” Sylvester mused as he stepped through the broken pieces of equipment and the disheveled furniture in the ma

Sly didn’t have to, but he put himself through some physical training to prepare himself for the battle.It was going to be a brutal one, and annually, there were usually a number of deaths recorded from the event.Sly already had years of experience, and months of training via the portal that he was stuck in for five minutes – or five months – if you were counting from his perspective, so he was more than ready.As they made their way to the event, he pondered on the usefulness of it all. They lived in a society where domestic violence was considered a grave crime towards humanity, and murder meant you could be locked up for the rest of your life in the deepest, darkest parts of the state prison.However, somehow, by signing a piece of paper, agreeing to lay no blame on anyone, you basically extradite yourself from that law, and can be killed without judgement on the person that kills you.However, that means that the person that also kills you, can be killed by you without the fear

Sylvester watched the men fall left right and center. They had no choice. They had to eventually bow the knee to his supremacy. It was inevitable.And yet, something didn't feel right.He looked to his left and right, and watched the crowd erupt in cheers. They loved the performance.Some of the men on the battleground were probably dead. A lot of them would be permanently injured.All of them that could walk out of this field, would come out with a scar for life. Sylvester knew that. And yet, something didn't feel right.Of course, the opposition wasn't so happy. This was a competition that they had won nearly every year. For one man to just come here and dog-walk the entire set and make everything that they had held in such high regards feel like a child play...it made Dagon livid.The veins on his head looked like they'd pop if he held that position a little longer, and the people by his side looked a little bit concerned."Who the hell does he think he is?!" He yelled, slamming h

They got into Dylan’s car, and he looked rather nervous to have them there, but that didn’t stop him from helping.He looked around for a bit and his eyes landed on Emily.“What is it?” Sylvester growled defensively. He didn’t like people looking at his wife for longer than they normally should.“Your stuff,” he hummed. “Bags, your jacket…give me a second.”Dylan bailed out of the car and sprinted in a direction coming back in less than a minute. “Here,” he handed the bag to Emily and jacket to Sly. “Don’t ask me why they took that.”He started the car, and off they were.Staring outside the window, Emily could really see just how far away from the city they were.She could see the outlines of skyscrapers that seemed to be so far away, it would take a jet to get to it. She gasped. Why did the Hades family really do this?Sylvester, on the other hand, took the moment to get some sleep. The entire fight had exhausted him. And from an exhausting fight to being knocked out and tied, he wa

Sylvester scanned the room to make sure all his students were paying attention.Undivided and unequivocally, they were.Once he was sure, he explained to them in full details the happenings of the past few weeks. Gerald was aware of most of the events, so he helped with straightening out the events where all Sly could see was red, like when he ended the Lankester bloodline.He stood before his students, his gaze steady, his presence commanding. Though the room was small, a quiet intensity filled the air, pressing on the three figures before him. Katherine, Gerald, and Verity sat in rigid attention, their eyes fixed on their master, waiting for his words.“Something’s coming,” he said, seemingly out of place, and wanting more clarity, Geral asked. “The food delivery?”Sylvester gave him a stern glare. “I’m sorry.”“I can feel it. I can feel the evil,” Sylvester continued on his ramble. “When I was fighting those men, I couldn’t help but sense that there was something watching us…as a