"How do you think he knew we were coming here" Leo asked in worry as he feared for the safety of every one under his charge. He wondered if the enemy knew all their locations and were just busting there time until they were ready to kill them all. "No, I think he followed us. That car over there looks like his own. He probably figured I'll call you for help and wanted to kill two birds with one stone" Kyrian replied as he stepped over the body of Damon. "Either way, we need to change locations again. Prevention better than cure and all that crap" Helen said with a sigh as she picked the gun."We'll have to send a message to Scar. Tell him that we've taken out his most important worshipper.. See if we can get into his head and influence his decisions with anger" Leo said with certainty.***Scar sat in his newly bought temple which Damon Fisher had purchased for him. Among Scar's faithful, none were more devoted than Damon Fisher. For years, Damon had executed Scar's will with unwa
Leo sat across from Helen for the first time in three weeks since Scar called the hunt on him. It was the first chance theme gotten to talk since the incident and Leo had a lot to talk about. Leo sat across from Helen for the first time in three weeks since Scar called the hunt on him. It was the first chance theme gotten to talk since the incident and Leo had a lot to talk about. "You told Damon Fisher about our informant?" Leo's voice was low, laced with disbelief and a hint of betrayal. His brow furrowed, his jaw clenched in restrained anger.Helen met his gaze with defiance, though beneath her steely facade, guilt simmered. "Yes, I did" she admitted, her voice tinged with regret but also with the weight of unresolved anger."He deserved to die, Kyrian played a part in my grandfather's death, Leo. You know what that means to me."Leo's nostrils flared slightly as he fought to contain his rising temper. "And you think this justifies jeopardizing everything we've worked for?" His
In the streets of Dartford, two people moved with determination. They wore dark cloaks fluttering in the wind behind them. These were Scar's loyal followers, Bjorn and Jessie. They were chasing Leo Dubois and Helen Jones because they had angered their god.Bjorn, his face showing grim determination, glanced at Jessie as they walked through the town."They won't get away," he said quietly but eagerly."Not after what they did to Damon Fisher," Jessie agreed with fiery eyes. Damon Fisher wasn't just a Scar follower; he spoke for their god. His death sparked a fury among Scar's followers, pushing them to seek revenge."They'll pay for killing Damon" Jessie vowed passionately. "Scar will punish them swiftly and harshly."As they moved through Dartford's busy streets, Bjorn and Jessie exchanged looks, confirming their mission. Scar's teachings gave them strong belief in their cause. Leo an Helen had killed a servant of Scar and every worshipper of the god was actively searching for the duo
At the abandoned warehouse which served as their new hideout, Leo Dubois and Ross exchanged urgent whispers, their faces etched with concern."Ross, listen closely," Leo's voice was barely above a murmur, filled with urgency. "Scar's followers are relentless. They're scouring the city for me. We must act swiftly."Ross nodded understanding the seriousness of their predicament. "I think the inspection officer that canner here this morning was actively looking for you. There are posters of your faces all over the city" Ross said to him and Leo covered his face in anger. His little fiasco with the two Fanatics hadn't paid off in fact it only served to double the attention on him. Leo leaned closer, his voice hushed. "Contact Kyrian, he might have intel on Scar's whereabouts. We need that information. The only way we can hope to get it if this alive is to kill Scar ourselves and ensure our safety" Leo instructed, his eyes reflecting a mix of resolve and concern.Ross acknowledged Leo's o
In the dark streets of Dartford, Leo Dubois and his group gathered, tense and focused. They stood around a makeshift table covered in maps and dimly lit screens showing bits of intelligence.Leo, his face determined and tired from weeks of evading Scar's relentless pursuit, spoke in a commanding voice. "We have one chance," he started, looking at his trusted allies. "Scar's followers control the city now, but tomorrow, he'll be vulnerable."Helen Jones, known for her bold actions, interrupted sharply. "We should strike quickly and decisively, catch him off guard. It's our best shot to end this once and for all."Leo frowned, thinking carefully. "Rushing in risks everything. Scar's weakened, but his defenses will be strong. We need a plan to strike hard and retreat safely."Helen crossed her arms defiantly, her eyes narrowing. "We've been on the run too long, Leo. It's time to take the fight to him," she argued urgently.Leo turned to Harold, a cool-headed strategist. "What's Scar's lo
I keep feeling like the death of Scar was not dramatic enough so I redid it. enjoy xoxoxoThe chamber was shrouded in a heavy silence broken only by the faint crackling of torches and Leo Dubois's ragged breaths. Before him stood Scar, the once-beloved face of his father twisted and distorted by the malevolent deity that had taken hold. Leo's sword, gripped tightly in his trembling hands, hovered between them, its blade catching the dim light as Leo struggled to find words that could pierce the veil of darkness that now clouded his father's form."Why, father?" Leo's voice was barely a whisper, choked with emotion. "Why did you kill them all? Mother, and the rest of our clan... the healers. They were innocent."Scar, speaking through the voice that belonged to Leo's father, regarded him with an unsettling calmness. "They refused to submit," Scar replied coldly, his eyes narrowing with an intensity that sent a shiver down Leo's spine. "They stood in the way of my ascension, of the powe
Leo Dubois stood amidst the aftermath of his grim act, his chest heaving with exertion and his mind reeling from the weight of what he had done. Scar, the false god who had possessed his father's body, lay lifeless at his feet, his form finally still after unleashing years of terror upon the city.Despite the finality of Scar's demise, Leo's heart remained heavy with turmoil. He had slain his own father to rid the world of Scar's malevolent influence, yet the act of driving his sword into his father's chest gnawed at his conscience like a festering wound.The memories of his mother and their Divine Clan, slaughtered in Scar's bid for power, haunted him still.Leo's gaze swept across the chamber, his eyes searching desperately for the familiar faces of his crew. Among them, only two were conspicuously absent—Helen Jones, his steadfast love and anchor in tumultuous times, and Kyrian Homer, the insider who had aided their rebellion against Scar, albeit with a shadowed past.Panic surged
In the dimly lit confines of an abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of the city, Johnson Ax and Arthur Columbus sat huddled together, their faces etched with fear and uncertainty. The news of Scar's demise had spread like wildfire through the city, leaving a trail of panic and chaos in its wake.But for Johnson and Arthur, devout followers of the fallen deity, the news struck a particularly chilling chord."Scar is dead," Johnson muttered, his voice barely above a whisper. "Leo did it."Arthur's hands trembled as he clutched his phone tightly, the screen illuminated by a faint glow."Leo and Helen... they're coming for us," he replied hoarsely, his gaze darting nervously around the warehouse as if expecting their enemies to materialize out of thin air.Arthur's hands trembled as he clutched his phone tightly, the screen illuminated by a faint glow."Leo and Helen... they're coming for us," he replied hoarsely, his gaze darting nervously around the warehouse as if expecting their ene