POWER UNDISPUTED

Damien Delaney walked into his home tired and weary from a long day of work. Hauling the massive bag of groceries into the kitchen, he checked his phone – no replies from his wife. It was another fight over yet another vacation she knew he couldn't afford.The nagging had gotten worse in the last couple days. If it wasn't a diamond necklace she wanted. it would be a pair of heels so expensive they could comfortably feed a family of five for two months. The worst part was that she could afford all her luxuries on her obscene salary. But even though the mere sound of his breathing now seemed to annoy her, he loved her with all his heart and to make it up to her, he planned to cook he favourite meal, steak and fries, for her birthday.Damien checked his phone again, still no text from Courtney. The day was turning tonight and the food was ready, all that was missing was the birthday girl.He decided to call her when his phone lit up showing the face of his least liked person, Courtney'

He was surprisingly fast and agile for a man his age, but not as fast as Damien who saw his balled fist coming a mile away and ducked out of the way. Damien leaned back as Saul launched another punch right for his head. After a few missed punches, the older man was gassed out and Damien took one measured step forward. His fist, fast as lighting, connected with Saul's unguarded upper belly, sending the man writhing on the ground in pain. "Stay out of my way, old man." He reached for the drawer and pulled out a necklace with a Yin pendant without the Yang part, then headed out of the house."You're fired. If I ever see your face again, you're dead." Saul bellowed. That bastard Damien had crossed the line and even if he burrowed into the deepest hole, Saul was determined to find him and make him pay.Of course he was fired. The perfect end to his night. No wife, no money, no family, no job. It had been months since he had a drop of alcohol but as he walked through the doors of the rowd

Renee's face went beet-red. How dare this bastard off the street speak to her so bluntly. What's more, her own sister who she was defending was laughing at her. It was more anger than she could bear."How dare you speak to me like this?" She marched towards Damien wanting to slap the smug look off his face."Enough." A voice boomed, rattling the chandelier hung in the middle of the room. It was so loud, it sent a shiver up Damien's spine. He glanced around looking for who had yelled like that. "Come on, dear boy." Damien looked at the bed and saw the old man smiling at him. He slowly advanced and came to a stop at the old man's bedside."You look so much like him," the old man said as tears streamed down his face. "Like my son."Confusion spread across Damien's face. Why would he look like some random old man's son? Unless…"Forgive me, grandson. I have been a terrible grandfather to you."His father had told him all about his grandfather but never let them meet. Too bad they had to

"Listen to yourself. You're going to kill him? You're the CEO of the Delaney Company, you have billions at your disposal, you're even going to be part of a secret cult that'll basically make you superhuman. Why not use all that against him. Make the revenge slow and painful, don't let him see it coming. "His anger subsided in an instant. Of course he could make Saul's punishment painful and drawn out. After years of making Damien suffer, Saul deserved all his ill-gotten gains ripped out of his hands. His stomach growled. After such an eventful day, he had forgotten to eat something."You need food." She eyed his rumpled clothes. "And new clothes. But food first." She stretched over the keys to the Rolls Royce. "I did say it would be yours if you listened to me."Damien still couldn't process his new situation. Was this all some sort of elaborate prank? Surely it couldn't be."My drivers licence got towed away with my car. You drive."Angela smiled widely. It seemed Damien hadn't full

"This all looks amazing," Damien exclaimed as the waiter dropped the last of his exotic dishes. Against Angela's wishes, he had ordered a bunch a different dishes; dishes he could never afford before and that Courtney and her family had constantly mocked him for. "Wait until you taste them," she said, smiling at the Damien's obvious excitement. She didn't have to tell him twice. Not caring about all the judging looks he was getting from some other guests, he dug his utensils in and started to devour the food. Although he didn’t care, Angela couldn't stand the people looking down on him. She knew it wouldn't be the case if he looked the part. "We should get you a change of clothes," she said, making him pause mid-chew. "Well, seeing as I've divorced my ex-wife, I think I've lost the right to go into her house where all my clothes are," he replied before going back to his food. Angela leaned in closer as if she was going to reveal a secret. "You're the CEO of the Delaney