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
Leonardo Dubois sat at his desk in his makeshift office, the weight of recent events pressing heavily upon him. The city, once gripped by fear under Scar's reign, was now beginning to find its footing again under Helen Jones's leadership. Leo had played his part in reclaiming control, but the price demanded by Johnson Ax and Arthur Columbus threatened to unravel everything.His ex-wife, Melissa, held captive by his enemies as a bargaining chip. Safe passage out of the city in exchange for her release. It was a precarious situation, one that tested Leo's resolve and moral compass. He stared at the city skyline through the dusty window, lost in thought, weighing the risks and the potential consequences of his decision.The door creaked open, breaking Leo from his reverie. Helen Jones entered the room, her presence a calming influence amidst the storm brewing outside. Her gaze locked onto Leo's, concern etched in the lines of her face."How are you holding up?" Helen asked softly, her vo
Leo Dubois stood at the edge of the city, a tense silhouette against the fading twilight. His breath mingled with the cool evening air, eyes fixed on the approaching headlights that cut through the darkness. Beside him, Helen Jones stood resolute, her gaze unwavering despite the gravity of the situation. They were waiting for Leo's ex-wife, held hostage by Arthur Columbus and Johnson Ax.The car rolled to a stop, its engine purring softly in the quiet of the borderlands. Arthur Columbus stepped out first, his sharp features illuminated briefly by the headlights before blending into shadow. Beside him, Johnson Ax emerged, a towering figure whose presence exuded menace like a shroud. Between them, fragile yet defiant, was Leo's ex-wife, her eyes betraying a mixture of relief and fear.The car rolled to a stop, its engine purring softly in the quiet of the borderlands. Arthur Columbus stepped out first, his sharp features illuminated briefly by the headlights before blending into shadow.
Five Years LaterLeonardo Dubois was standing at the altar, looking calm among all the excitement in the grand cathedral. He wore a sharp black suit that showed off his strong build, with neatly styled dark hair and a small smile as he waited for his bride. His best man was Ross who branded at him with pride and Kyrian who was looking very affected by his old age was in the crowds with a smile on his face as he watched the wedding.Helen Jones, in a beautiful ivory dress with lace and beads, walked down the aisle with Hazel at her right hand. They had become best friends over the couple of years and Hazel and Ross were set to get married to each other just a month after Leo's own wedding. Her hazel eyes were teary with happiness, and her heart beat fast to the wedding music. When she met Leo's eyes, everything else seemed to fade away.Helen Jones, in a beautiful ivory dress with lace and beads, walked down the aisle with Hazel at her right hand. They had become best friends over the