The main hall of Luz, the country's finest event centre and property of Damon Fisher, served as the clandestine gathering place for Damon and his newfound congregation. The air was thick with the acrid scent of unwashed bodies and cheap perfume.Terry had asked him to get him worshippers who would serve Scar. He had hustled hard to gather many of the unwanted elements in the city: cutthroats, prostitutes, pickpockets, garbage dwellers, and every kind of low life he could find. He gave them a chance at a decent future, and most of them jumped at it. He also had a truckload of prisoners with life sentences on their way.He had gathered them all in his event center Luz, the best event center across all the states in the country. It was capable of seating a thousand people in its main hall only, and with all the other sub halls and rooms, the building could contain roughly two thousand five hundred people, and he aimed to fill that number with worshippers of Scar, the forgotten god.He st
Leo sat the entire crew down in the large dining room in Helen's mansion. He had already delivered the bad news to each of them personally and they had all taken it differently. Hazel say at one corner with a blanket around here shoulders and a box of tissues by her side. Ross are at another corner staring into space while Sabrina anxiously fiddled with a coin in her fingers intermittently tossing it into the air. He knew that the news had hit them hard. He had only known the woman for a total of less than a week and he was deeply affected by her demise, they had known her all their lives and she had basically trained them all by herself. They all looked shriveled and weak as they say in silence. He gave Helen a long look of frustration at his task. This was a blow to their plans. They were supposed to be making plans on how to strike back at Terry and his gang of fanatics but here they were mourning for hours without achieving anything reasonable.He was sad about Nana's death to bu
"Lex Bronx? He's not all that important to me" Helen said with a little worry in her tone."He doesn't seem important to the naked eye of the observer but you soon come to realize that he's the reason their able to operate so cleanly. He takes care of rumours arousing in the city, he covers up the tracks of all their nefarious activities with the help of the police which he also has wrapped around his finger. Without Lex, their movements won't be covered as good anymore and we will be able to track them down more easily" Leo explained to his attentive crowd."There's one thing you didn't take into account Leo" Hazel said from her corner and everyone's attention turned to her."What do you mean?" He asked her in confusion."We are healers not killers. I know you think we want to have revenge but I don't think killing these men is the way to go" she said in a surprisingly strong tone and Leo went silent for a long while considering what she just said."We are healers not killers. I know
Lex Bronx sat quietly in the back seat of his Rolls Royce as his driver navigated through the streets of Dartford. He watched the side of the pavement with bored interest as they drive past. He was heading to the meeting Kyrian had set up for him with someone whose name he had refused to tell him.He played a little mental game where he tried to guess who he was going to meet in this clandestine meeting. 'Foreign investor who wants to see what our god is all about? 'He thought to himself but he quickly passed over the thought. They hadn't made enough impact to attract the attention of foreign investors. 'The congregation is growing by the day and faith in Scar will make him stronger as he told Damon. A god gets stronger as more amount of people start worshipping him. He said that the only reason he has survived this long was because our family had always worshipped him and given him a little strength to live through the next day' Lex thought to himself with pride as he realized that
"Listen to me Leonardo, you'll have done the same thing in my position. I don't want any bad blood between us. That was business and you should understand that" Lex talked fast because he knew that it might be his last chance to convince the man glaring at him."You want me to understand that you sent assassins after me just for business? You want me to understand that you killed Mr Jones just for business? You are asking an awful lot from me Mr Bronx" Leo chuckled softly as he listened to Lex trying hard to wriggle his way out of the situation."Come on Leo. We've never had any personal problems. You weren't even related to Helen's grandfather" Lex said as he stole side look at Helen who looked up at him with hatred in her eyes."Personal? Let's rewind time to around twenty years before today. You and your band of maniacs ordered the death of every member of my clan including me. That sounds very personal to me" Leo cocked his head to one side and quirked his eyebrow at Lex."Jones
Damon Fisher stood at the expansive windows of his penthouse, gazing out into the bright night of Dartford City. The night was alive with the hum of urban life down below but still Damon's mind was somewhere else. He was thinking of the various ways to move his plans along faster and how to sniff out the threat that is Leonardo Dubois. He was pulled out of his contemplation by the sudden ping of his encrypted communication system, a sleek, black touchscreen that laid on his desk a few feet away. He walked away from the window and tucked his tjoghts into the back of his head and approached the touchscreen with a measured pace. He frowned as he activated the device to reveal a message with the digital signature of the Jones Corporation. It bore the unmistakable digital signature of Helen Jones on the top of her message. The words written on the screen filled him with a chilling feeling of despair. *Your friend Lex Bronx is dead. And I am coming for the rest of you* *Helen Jo
Leonardo Dubois climbed the staircase of the Jones Family Mansion with lazy dragged out steps, his mind was still buzzing after his confrontation with Damon Fisher. The weight of his actions pressed upon him like an invisible load but he knew that every move he made had to be calculated to the last decimal because this was a life or death situation. Any small mistake might lead to disaster and the disaster was not going to affect him, it was going to affect everyone he loved.Reaching the landing, Leonardo turned down a familiar hallway lined with portraits of the Jones family most of which are long gone. Grandpa Jones, dead. Daddy Jones, dead. Momma Jones, dead. And he was determined not to let Helen join the list. He approached a door at the end of the corridor, a door he was all too familiar with by now.Leo raised his hand and knocked lightly on the door.A moment passed before the door was swung open, revealing Helen Jones standing before him. She looking especially beautiful tha
Hazel sat cross-legged on her bedroom floor, boxes half-filled all around her. Sunlight streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow on posters of her favorite bands and dreamy landscapes. Her fingers traced absent patterns on the box she should be packing, but her mind wandered elsewhere to someone else.Leonardo Dubois.His name echoed like a song in her head. She'd first seen on that cool evening when he flagged down her car and she felt the connection they shared as members of the Divine Clan. Leo had a mysterious air that drew Hazel in. They'd exchanged a few words the night before when he came in to tell her that she had to be packed by mid morning the next day, she nodded sheepishly as she kept on wishing he would find another reason to keep talking to her.Since then, Leo filled her head and she had not been able to go back to sleep. She let her Imaginations run wild with him, sometimes in her thoughts he was a hero. Other times, a quiet confidant, listening to her deepe