"Ares!"He chuckles knowing very well who it was that was summoning him. He thought he wouldn't see him off.It's been three years since the incident, three years since his life fucked up and him ending up in a highly secured prison cell all thanks to the DuPont. Huffing out a sigh, Ares turns to face the old man that is around his late eighties. Apollo is his name or Master as Ares calls him.The man that taught him everything he needed and much more to know. Apollo has moduled Ares into the worst, cause best won't fit with the now turned cold person he is. When Ares was first brought to the clutches of the damn prison, he was just some meekish innocent and weak crap. He had gone through a series of abuse, punishment and bullying from the other prisons yet somehow Master always was there, not to help him rather show him how weak he was. Master had taunted him times without number it got to an extent where Ares was on a verge of commiting suicide yet for some reason Master didn't
"Is that you?" Ares's brows drew in confusion. It better not be what he's thinking, it can't be. Last time he saw her she was all fine, then how?"Mum," He mumbled, inching closer. Her hands stopped on his built chest as her lips began to quiver, "It's really you" she fell into his embrace. Her warmth felt nostalgic, god knows how much he has missed it. He retaliated with her gesture encircling his biceps around her. She broke into sobs, "Ares. It's you" she repeated, finding it surreal. He fought back the chuckle that slipped. "Yes Mum, it is. Come on, let's get you inside" he ushers shutting the door behind. She held onto his hand for support, "You could take to the couch, we have a lot of catching up to do" she says her tune drenched with weariness."Is something wrong with your sight?" He couldn't help but ask. She smiled a sad one as he settled her down on the worn out couch. "Come, seat"Ares sat next to her, she got a hold of his hand. "A lot has happened ever since the
Ares sat the man in after making sure he came in peace but then something about him seemed fishy yet he couldn't point it out."These documents contain the impending debt your late father left unpaid" The man began passing forth the paperwork to Ares.Ares scanned through them till the very end where his eyes landed on the total sum . His orbs widened as to how much he had to pay off for his late father.15 million dollars. That's how much he had to pay unfortunately. "When's the deadline?" He asked."A week from now" "What! That's too short" Ares declared.Where on earth would he get that much money in a week? "Also, you must evacuate the house in three days as the sole owners of the land are beginning construction, so the house is to begin being demolished by next week" "What!?" Ares heard his mum ask a groan slipping from his lips.He had purposely warned her to stay in but as always she never listened. He didn't want her worried that she already is as it is, she's already been
In the dimly lit office, they stepped in to find a man seated in a chair, with his back turned towards them, gazing out into the nighttime cityscape. The room was bathed in the soft glow of moonlight, casting a mysterious atmosphere. "Sir" Delilah calls, urging the person sitting behind the chair to spin over. A man around his late fifties came into view urging Ares's brows to draw in confusion as to who he was. Wait, was he missing something or what?"Ares Russor" The man called his lips, spreading into a smile, "It's so good to finally meet you." The man acknowledged getting up and walking towards Ares.He passed out his hands for a shake, Ares contemplated whether or not to take it before he finally did, "And you are?""David Mitchell" He introduced his eyes lingering on the dragon ring.Ares noticed his stare causing him to pull his hands off. "I see, he passed it on to you" "He?"David nods, "Apollo" Okay confusion was more evident on Ares face. Why was here? Who is David M
"Come Ares" David ushers, guiding Ares further into the office to an open book shelf that stood firm with books filled in it. He pulled a book, the shelf split open coming in view is a dark circle-ish button. David instantly pressed it open and a handprint detector slid open."Go ahead!" David ushers.Ares gave him a skeptical look before he placed his hand on the print, instantly the wall clock opened."Now what you're about to see, it's not but the future of the Dominatus Aeternus which now lies in your hands." David says.The lights clicked on and Ares was left in awe. The room is vast, with high ceilings adorned with intricate designs. The walls are lined with weapons from various martial arts, each one telling its own story of discipline and strength. The room is dimly lit, creating an atmosphere of reverence.In the center of the room stands a display case, housing the most prized weapons. Ares's heart races as they approach, his fingers itching to touch the polished steel. Th
Ares walked into the Kingsley Mansion after David dropped him off. He is scheduled to meet with Elena today and their wedding surprisingly was supposed to take place in Two weeks time.Ares was guided further into the mansion passing through the empty corridors filled with various elegant shiny designs of different types."Take a seat please, Mr and Mrs Kingsley will come to see you in short" The maiden that had guided him in announced to which he gave her a curt nod."Thank you"She offered him a slight smile before walking away. Ares roamed his stare around the parlor in search of any clues or hint before his eyes fell on a file of paper on top of the Consol just a few steps ahead from where he sat.He for you stealing glances to make sure he wasn't seen and luckily the camera wasn't directed to the certain place.His eyes fell on a symbol, a dark encarved symbol with trenches of black stood .The symbol somehow looks R like. It definitely had to do with the Rortex. His hands roame
She was wearing a knee-length dress that hugged her curves in all the right places. The dress was a vibrant shade of crimson, accentuating her radiant complexion. Her long, flowing hair cascaded down her back like a waterfall of silk, adding an air of elegance to her already captivating presence. As she walked further into the room, Ares stared in awe. He couldn't help but be mesmerized by her beauty, staring at her in complete awe.Okay this was definitely going to be harder than he thought.Last time he found a woman so captivating was his ex Camila. Elna is a goddess. "Dad, who is this?" She questions taking in more of Ares. The way her nose cringed had Ares mentally facepalm himself. Not her either. "Elena my dear, come" Her father ushers. She moved towards him. He guided her to the chair seating her down before he motioned with his eyes for Ares to sear as well."He's the person we talked about–"She bolts up, "What!" Unbelievably.There we go again, Ares thought to himsel
"Are you sure you'll come and visit?" His mum said cupping his cheek. He nods as though she could see him before he mumbled, "Yes mum, I promise" it makes his heart wince to see her in a condition like this.He missed how her eyes would be if she saw him or told him how lucky she is to have him and the sad thing is all his life he's been living a lie and nothing else. Both Mr and Mrs Russor never thought to tell him about all this but he doesn't blame them for it. They were only doing what they were paid to, if anything even more. The sacrifice they both have made for him was something he could never repay. They've never made him feel even for once that he wasn't their son or he didn't belong. They gave him everything a parent would give his child. "Fine, I hope to see you soon," she says, her lips spreading into a sad smile. Ares thought to send her to her sister's place in Georgia, it was way safe. For all he knows, the DuPont are still after him and he could risk her safety.