"A call from the President's Office, Mr. Blackwell." the secretary handed him the phone. Damien stared at the caller's I.D and then took a deep breath. He takes the phone and puts it near his eyes while gesturing at the secretary to leave the room. The secretary leaves, and Damien entertains. "Blackwell, speaking." "It's been a while, Mr. Damien." President Hemmingway's voice was same as chilling as ever. Damien however, was not fazed as he needed nothing from the President. "It has truly been. Is there a particular reason why you called? I am certain that the lieutenant told you that there was no way I could continue the mission, yes?" "I did not accept your surrender to my request. Be grateful I've extended it." Damien's brows angled deeply into a scowl. "What do you mean?" "I don't care how long it takes for you to get rid of the Sumerkis. You have to get rid of them. It is absolutely necessary!" "As far as I can remember, the last time I tried to gather information— I was am
PETERSBURG, A YEAR AFTER“Let’s make sure this becomes the biggest heist of the century.”Men masked in demon visards lined up in the middle of the night at the lonely roads of Peterburg.Now the town wasn’t renowned for its loneliness. Petersburg was like capital and it used to be lively. But for that particular night, the natives of Petersburg chose not to leave their homes.They have heard of the songs of omens shared upon by the children.The Twilights have come.Tonight is the night they reclaim their names. To force becoming written back in newspapers for the sake of being relevant. A warning to the enemies that the sworn brothers of Sumerkis have returned after two decades of silence due to defeat.Like the morning star rising from the sky, the Sumerkis rise back inevitably, unstoppable and domineering. But unlike the said star, the Sumerkis brings no hope nor love.They only returned for vengeance.Hundred demon-masked Sumerkis exit their vehicle, their bodies all strapped wit
“Damien did you hear about this?!” The lieutenant, Carlton showed him an international newspaper which displayed a news article about the grand heist that has happened to a local bank in Petersburg, Kravska. Damien took the newspaper gracefully with his hands, skimmed through the paragraphs and returned it to him.“What do you want me to do with this?”“To stop it, obviously!” Carlton told him. “They’re not afraid even of the Parliament.”“The Sumerkis have Ash, why would they be afraid?” Damien shrugged and crossed his arms and continued to do the last of his paperwork for the day before leaving for a flight to the enemy’s territory. “Besides, don’t you have anything else to do?” “Nothin’.” Carlton slumped as he sat on the sofa, his eyes distant. “I’m worried about Ash.” “There is no need to worry about her.” Damien told him. “If anything, we should be worried about ourselves against fighting her.”“You’re right. Unfortunately, even if you’ll miss me, I won’t be able to work with y
Arriving in Petersburg was nostalgic for Damien.He had expected summer but came in the midst of winter, when almost all the roads were covered in snow. The male clutched his winter coat and wrapped a scarf around his neck. Sherlock comes to his side, teeth chattering from the frigid weather. “Shit, it’s cold.”“Aye.” “You used to this?”“Not really.” Damien shrugged. “I hate it as much as you do.”“The winter doesn’t go as cold as this in Dorwaille. This is torture.”Damien slipped his hands in his pockets and looked at him. “I’ve told my men to come to the Queen’s secret address. Are you sure there’ll be enough space for all of them?”“Yeah, there will be.” Sherlock nodded. “Granny’s secret place isn’t small, you know.”“Then it can’t be a secret place. Ah yes, by the way.”“Hm?” Damien crossed his arms and asked Sherlock a question that has been bugging his mind for a moment. “Why are you a ‘Dorwaille’ and Shireen’s an ‘Islezak’?”“Oh, Islezak is just a stage name she uses. Do yo
“What the hell was that all about?!” A member of the parliament—a man dressed in lavish, long robes yelled at the Czar after he has been called into a meeting with the government of Kravska. The Parliament— Kravska’s leaders, are the highest officials of the country, are feared by countless of nations. Hiring the mafia to do their dirty work such as spying to other countries is not foreign to them anymore. But they were wrong to inquire from the Sumerkis, as they could not now fulfill the end of their bargain when it came to payment.“Did you have to rob a bank?! You even left a witness from the police!”The Czar was silent the entire time, blowing smoke after smoke, mocking the Parliaments right in the face. Ash crossed her legs, grinned, and then rested her chin on the back of her palm whilst her irises glowed a dangerous hue of polarizing blue. She was ready to drown the Parliament in the deepest parts of the oceans.“I don’t think we should be asking: do you still want the infor
"This bitch!" One of the parliament's members swung his hand at Ash, of which she replied with a straight punch to the face. The man falls down to his knees with lips split, and blood splutters across the shiny marble. Ash stared at her bloody fist, grimacing. "Andor!" the others came to his aid. Ash remained standing there, menacingly staring at them with her cold, azure eyes. The room's temperature dropped in a second, including their hearts. All of a sudden, there was this dread they couldn't explain. "Why does everyone want the Queen dead?" Ash asked them one by one. The parliament's members fell to their knees and scampered away from the woman. "You want Kravska to start a war?" The parliament looked at one another. The Silver-Devil stepped closer, and every time she did, they could feel their breath slowly leaving their bodies. "Say something." "Anastaschya, what are you doing?" The Czar pulled his sister back and sighed. Ash was dragged along, like a doll. The parlia
DAY OF THE PEACE TALKSThe Kravskan news outlets were all covering the peace talks with Dorwaille. The Queen is set to wave in the parade in merely two minutes. Damien and the Vigilantes, fused with Dorwaille’s own agents have already set up the routes the Queen must go. Damien particularly is in the Queen’s carriage, along with Prince Sherlock and his cousin, Princess Avelaide to accompany the Queen in safety. Damien spanned his eyes around the lively streets of the capitol, Petersburg. The sidewalks were filled with banners, flowers, and smiling citizens— as well as suspicious-looking individuals with wolf and demon tattoos. Damien was acquainted with Petersburg as his father has sent him here for training and studying other mafias. He knew exactly where the critical and hidden points of the Queen’s routes were and where to look. Damien reached out for the binoculars sitting beside him and then peered through the device. “There are two snipers in the building.” He said. “Is that
"Captain... please stop.""Just go away, please." Ash begged them. "Act dead or whatever. Just don't open your mouths, or they'll know."Out of three-hundred Vigilantes, nine only remained standing. All others were either dead or injured. Several men from the Parliament's side who pretended to be Sumerkis joined the line— and with their collaboration, they were able to wipe out the Vigilantes with their manpower.However, the results of the battle were still impressive, considering that the enemy's numbers were thrice the number of theirs— the Vigilantes were able to lessen their numbers by thirty.Despite Ash— a Sumerki, reigned the battlefield, she still felt defeated somehow. She didn't expect that even with their great numbers, not even one-fourth of them remained. She thought that the Vigilantes' performance would deplete as she was no longer there.She had underestimated them too much.She wasn't satisfied with the Sumerkis' performance at all, and it embarrassed her.Ash focuse