Two days had elapsed and Davin sat on his rocking chair, his mind reeling with the thoughts of Michael’s betrayal, he stood up and hurried through the hallway heading to the sanctum. When he got there, he observed the outer parts of his mansion from the folded curtains of his inner room, he could see several cars drive into the compound. It was no other day than a day to surrender his crown and title as the leading god of war. He could feel his heart heaving harder. Among the several luxurious cars that drove into the compound, a black Maserati rolled to a stop, its body glittering and polished. He observed the owner alight in a frantic rush, shaking hands with the others. When they got to speak with his guards, he understood they were looking out for him, so he turned back into the room to prepare for the events off the day. Some minutes later, he emerged from the room looking all prepared for doom’s day. He hurried down the stairs, and when he was in the living room, his eyes se
The cenotaph stood silent under the late morning sky, a sentinel of granite and bronze bearing witness to countless histories. As Davin, Michael, and the other masters approached, the air was thick with tension. What had begun as a mere transfer of power was quickly spiraling into a confrontation neither side had anticipated.The masters gathered around the central altar, where Davin, holding the wrapped mandate and crown, prepared for the ceremonial handover. The mood was somber, but an undercurrent of anxiety pulsed beneath the surface. Michael’s eyes were fixed on the scepter, his demeanor a volatile mix of eagerness and irritation.“Let’s get this over with,” Michael said, his voice edged with impatience as he stepped closer to the altar.Davin regarded him coolly, his grip firm on the symbols of power. “It’s not merely about getting it over with. This is a tradition that commands respect.”Michael’s expression hardened. “Respect is earned, Davin. And right now, I’m not feeling p
Davin’s fury surged like a tempest as he faced his brother Michael and the assembled lords. The battlefield, once a chaotic mix of clashing armies and roaring soldiers, narrowed to a personal confrontation between two siblings torn apart by ambition and betrayal. His grip tightened around the hilt of his sword, the cold metal a stark contrast to the heat of his rage. With a feral snarl, Davin lunged forward, aiming straight for Michael. "Do you think you can challenge me, Michael?" Davin growled, his voice sharp with anger. "You who have no rightful claim, no true power? You who hides behind these so-called lords and their armies?"Michael’s eyes flashed with a mix of fear and defiance. “I am the chosen one,” he declared, his voice steady despite the tremor in his stance. “I have the right, and I will not be denied by someone like you.”As Davin closed the distance, the crowd of soldiers and lords fell silent, their eyes fixed on the intense clash of these two formidable figures. The
The dawn following the conflict was stark and somber. The battlefield, once a frenzy of steel and blood.The victorious Davin surveyed the scene with a heavy heart, his mind racing with what life would mean now placed upon him. His thoughts, however, were interrupted by the sound of approaching footsteps and the clanking of chains.Michael, still bound and disheveled, was being led by Lord Puttin and his guards. The once-proud leader’s defiance was now reduced to a bitter resignation, his shoulders slumped under the weight of his defeat. Puttin’s smile was anything but reassuring as he escorted the prisoners through the wreckage of the battlefield.“Get hold of them, ensure that none of them gets to escape!” Davin commanded sharply, his voice cutting through the uneasy silence.The soldiers quickly moved to comply, securing the remaining prisoners with tight bindings. Their faces were a mixture of fear and fatigue, reflecting the toll of the battle and the uncertainty of their futur
Davin’s thoughts were a tumultuous storm as he sped through the frostbitten landscape toward Arctic City. The victory on the battlefield felt hollow in light of the urgent news he had received. His mother, Lady Helena, was gravely ill, and he needed to be by her side. Each bump of the carriage seemed to echo his growing anxiety.The city loomed ahead, a stark contrast to the desolation of the battlefield. Arctic City, with its towering buildings and bustling streets, appeared unusually quiet beneath the snow-covered expanse. Davin alighted from the carriage, the cold air biting at his face as he rushed up the steps of his family estate.Inside, Elizabeth, his ever-dedicated maid, greeted him with a somber expression. “My lord,” she said, her voice tinged with worry. “I’m glad you’re here. Your mother’s condition has deteriorated quickly. The doctors are doing all they can.”Davin’s heart clenched at the sight of her distress. “Show me to her,” he demanded, his voice urgent.Elizabeth
The crisp Arctic City air did little to alleviate the heaviness Davin felt as he left the café with Isolde. The unexpected appearance of Malachai Voss had shifted his priorities sharply. The presence of Voss was a stark reminder of the rival threat that loomed over his newly reclaimed success. Davin's thoughts were turbulent, and he needed a plan to handle the escalating danger, but first, he had to address the matter of his personal life.Davin walked Isolde to her carriage, their conversation interrupted by the pressing reality of the threat. “We should keep in touch,” Davin said, his voice firm. “This situation is more complicated than I initially thought.”“I’ll be here if you need me,” Isolde replied, her concern evident. “And Davin, be careful.”As Isolde’s carriage departed, Davin returned to the estate. He had barely stepped inside when Elizabeth approached him with an urgent expression. “My lord, there’s been a development. Lady Maya is here to see you.”Davin’s heart sank. M
Davin's return to the helm of his business empire brought with it a renewed vigour. The chaotic period of imprisonment and confrontation had ended, but the effects were still felt. With his brother Michael and the scheming villains behind bars, Davin’s focus shifted to resurrecting his company and solidifying his place in the realm.The morning after securing his brother and the conspirators, Davin arrived at his grand office in Arctic City. The building, a towering symbol of his success, was a stark contrast to the turmoil he had faced. The staff, inspired by their leader’s return, buzzed with renewed energy and anticipation.Davin walked through the corridors, greeted by nods and murmurs of admiration from his employees. His presence alone was enough to inject a sense of purpose and direction into the office.As he entered his spacious office, Richard, his trusted aide, was waiting with a stack of reports and a determined look on his face. “Good morning, my lord,” Richard said, hand
Davin exited the room, his slow gaze lingering on Helen as if he had more to say. But he said nothing, disappearing into the hallway. He emerged onto the balcony, waiting for his car to arrive. A guard approached, "Master, we're ready to leave."As he emerged from the room, he headed straight to the exit door, and sat at the balcony, waiting for the driver to bring the car from the garage so he could head for the next meeting he had for the day. The cars pulled out and a guard hurried to him, “master, we are set to leave.” he announced. Davin stood up with his shoulders high, heading towards the car, when he was close, the guard flung the car door open, and he docked into it. Some minutes later, they arrived at 6 crescent Avenue, a place he called the home line office, he dropped from the car and marched in. It was no ordinary day, as it was a meeting of the board’s group of directors. “You all can wait for me here.” he said to the guards who nodded in unison. To think of it, he