Not even the affluent clintele could mutter. They were all mellow and scared. The patriach of the Langley family had just ordered silence. Who dared to speak?!While all these were happening, Slade was quite confused. Why did it always seem like he was always being defended and protected by ladies? The manner at which Candyce was trying to shield and protect him was quite touching and unusually moving. Earlier, it was his nanny who was always trying to protect him. And now, it was Candyce. Slade's attention shifted when he noticed a change in the demeanor of the chairman. The man took two steps closer. His face had become more cruel, and it lacked every iota of concern. "Will you just stand there idle?" The Chairman growled the words. No one knew what he meant by this at first. He obviously looked past Candyce and was glaring at Slade, but what he had just said was definitely not directed at Slade. "You fucking slings of worms!!!" He roared again. At this point, legs began to sh
Hushed whispers started flying around. The name that Chairman Langley had just mentioned was not just a name that could be spoken so lightly. It was a significantly powerful name that made men wet their pants at the sound of it. So many of the clinetele wished they could escape right at this moment even though they weren't the one in the scope. They just didn't want to be in the vicinity where the name of Ceballos was being mentioned. Anyone could bear the name Ceballos, but Velasco Ceballos? No one dared to answer that name in public except just one man! His notorious feat precedes his name!Ceballos was not only just violent; he's extremely sadistic. He has allowed himself to be engulfed in taking pleasure in both psychology torture and physical brutality. There is a rumor that he has an underground torture chamber in an abandoned monastery, where his victims were subjected to nightmarish punishment. His signature punishment was disemboding his victims slowly over days as he used a
When Candyce felt his towering presence in front of her, she started shuddering, biting her lips and picking her fingers. She was too scared to lift her head and look him in the eyes. She has always heard about Ceballos but had never met him in person. Meeting him in person was much more than she was prepared for. His presence was very much befitting of the name he had made. Slade realised what was happening right now. He noticed that Candyce was about to collapse in the presence of this Ceballos. He walked forward and stood next to Candyce. He placed his arm around her shoulders and squeezed one of her shoulders. Candyce instinctively looked at Slade. She saw how cold and unbothered Slade looked. Not in the slightest way did he look like someone who was under pressure. "Step to the back. I will handle this matter." Slade said to her in a deep voice. Candyce swallowed at first as she stared at him in awe. She didn't know what he was up to. But just hearing him speak and judging by
Ceballos had said this so casually as though cutting someone's arm off was like throwing a can in the garbage truck. The axe that he had tossed at Slade hit Slade in the chest and dropped on the floor. The force at which the head of the axe hit Slade in the chest would have made any man stagger to the back before gaining a strong stance again. But Slade remained undaunted where he was. His eyes didn't even squint in pain at the contact. He just kept staring at Ceballos, who had given such an instruction. Ceballos believed that Slade would not dare to refute his orders. If Slade was in his right mind, he would amputate his arm right in that moment and do as told. That's exactly what was expected of him. Nobody in his right mind in that room would ever dare to ignore the command of Ceballos. Slade slowly looked away from Ceballos to the axe, which was lying at his feet. He bent down slowly and picked it up. Everyone was anticipating what would happen. Would Slade really cut off his
Ceballos remained grounded in that spot for another few moments. It would seem as though he had just seen a ghost break-dancing. Even though he was a tough man, yet his eyes couldn't help but almost popped out of the sockets. The guests were way too stupefied to make a comment at this point. They had all just seen what Slade had done. No one within a humane capacity would have been able to pull what Slade had just pulled off. This young man who is known as a troublemaker. Who is he? Was he not making mouth earlier? Was he really strong enough to make Ceballos cower in his presence?Everyone was left in total shock and cluelessness. Slade slowly turned around to look at Ceballos. Ceballos was still staring like a lost sheep. This tattoo! This tattoo on the neck of Slade! It was no ordinary tattoo. It was a very distinct mark of initiation that could never be carried by just any common man! In fact, this tattoo is linked to the most powerful underground stealth ghost, Niel Rim-Adon
The waiting area soon became relatively empty as the guests vacated the premises. It felt like a sort of simulation to the Langley and Paxton family. This can not be happening. Especially not on a great and beautiful day like this. The Langley family was all gathered in one corner of the area. The Paxton family quickly joined them, too. They didn't want to be the only one standing by themselves. Some relatives of the Paxton and Langley family had fled with the guests, too. The thugs of Ceballos didn't look like they were there to play. Just a word from Ceballos and they would pounce on the people.Chairman Langley was very displeased, but there was nothing he could do. He was not a fool. He could tell right now that things have changed against his favor. Although he had called Ceballos, Ceballos was no longer taking orders from him. The other members of the family were equally displeased. But since the patricach of the family could not do anything about the situation, who were they
Slade remained clueless as he stood there staring at Ceballos and his men.Why was Ceballos bowing, didn't him and his men clear the room to beat him to stupor?"What is this?" Slade asked eventually, after doing all the questioning in his head but never got an answer. Ceballos lifted his body slowly to look at Slade, but he didn't directly look into his eyes at first. Slade noticed this.The Ceballos who was looking down on him earlier. Who was staring down at him as though he was a piece of junkyard, was now reluctant to look him in the eyes? What a peculiar twist. "Forgive me and my men for being so rude to you. We must have lost our minds for a moment." Ceballos continued, now building the courage to at least arch his face to hold up the frame of Slade. "We didn't know who you were until now. If you do not spare us, we absolutely deserve your fierce judgement." He added, bowing his head to the floor again. Slade hated what was happening right now. He didn't hate the fact that
Jendall Kurtis's Villa.Candayce was pacing to and fro, from one corner of the room to the other. She was restless, unwilling to sit even though she had been told for the hundredth time. Jendall's eyes followed her as she moved back and forth. He was sitting in a reclining car, an aid for his old back. There were a couple of men behind him. All of a sudden, Candyce stopped pacing and started walking to her father. "You should sit." Her father urged, signaling at one of the many couches in sight. "I'm worried. Something bad might have happened to him. I don't know what this feeling is." Candyce's eyes were wild as she stake the claim. There was a shade of horror idling in the corner of her face. "Didn't you say that you watched him take care of some men all by himself? I think he should be able to protect himself. I have faith in him." Lord Jendall acclaimed, looking quite confident. "That was against the bodyguards of the Langley family!!! I'm talking about Ceballos himself! Ceb
Slade landed dramatically at the shore of the lagoon at the end of the Heaven Coast Forest. He looked towards the forest as his eyes squinted. His Vyion Eye was still active so he wouldn't have a tough time finding the lady. The classified vision highlighted the path that led in the direction of the lady. Soon enough, he found himself walking down a narrow path that led towards a fountain. He could hear the body of water crashing ruthlessly against the rock. When he approached the fountain, he found the lady standing butt-naked, her back was positioned towards his direction. She was dripping. It seemed like she had just finished having a bath. She was whistling, and her voice was melodious and very enchanting. The harmony of her whistles provoked goosebumps and made head swell to the intricacies of the unknown witchery. Suddenly, she stopped whistling. She felt a presence behind her and turned around to look at the person. When she turned around, there were two large cats standi
Slade could swear with everything that he held dearly that he didn't open the door. The truth was that, he had tried to do what the old man had instructed him to do, yet he didn't get the door to open. Instead, he had continously been thrown away from the door whenever he made an attempt to open the door. Right now, when he pushed the door open slightly, he realized that the door was open. "Did I open the door? Really?" He started to doubt his own sanity. "When I tried to open the door with the scar, I was thrown away. How can I open the door when I was thrown away? Getting thrown away, doesn't that mean that something is wrong?""But then, could getting thrown away be the side effect of successfully opening the door?" Slade tried to understand the most logical possibility of event here. It didn't make any actual sense. "If that's the case, then why did I get thrown away each time I tried to open the door? Did the door open three times or more?"Slade realised that if he remained
The lady was lying on the ground, between the cluster of shrubs as she panted heavily. She was stark naked and covered in sweat. Her hair was disheveled and some part of her body was smeared with dust and green. She sighed continously. A wave of peaceful air flowed all about her, giving her this comforting feeling that she had never felt in a long time. The lips of her honeypot was coated with her juice and her legs were trembling. She heard the footsteps receding from her and tried to sit up. Sitting up, she saw the monster man who had just destroyed her warmth. He had finished ramming her as though he was a tractor plowing through a tough forest. Yet he was walking away strongly as though he had just taken a nap. "What kind of a man is this?" She muttered to herself, as her rage turned into admiration. Then her face changed again. "Hey! Where are you going?" She called when a sudden realisation hit her. If he is headed in the direction of the Lotus lagoon, doesn't it mean tha
Slade knew that the last thing he wanted to do in this moment is to get distracted. He couldn't afford it. But staring at this gorgeous lady standing in front of him, he couldn't help but let his jaws drop all over the floor. He didn't even know what to believe in a situation like this. Was she really a lady or a creature! For all he knew, she might be something else disgusing as a lady. Even at that, Slade didn't think it would be so easy for him to disregard the fact that her choice of character was out of this world. Candyce was indeed beautiful and gorgeous. But the likes of these lady standing in front of him, would make Candyce jealous if they were in the same room. "I must admit it. You're quite beautiful." Slade didn't know when those words flew out of his mouth. The manner at which he was acting right now, one would think that perhaps he had lost his mind. Some might think that he was under a spell and was being bewitched by the lady. But Slade could tell that much that
"Don't you think it's stupid to come here all alone?" A sudden feminine voice said behind Slade. Slade stopped in his tracks. A mile ahead of him was the Lotus lagoon that leads to the island where Niel Rim-Adon had told him to go. Slade had been told by the old man that something huge await him there. Ever since Slade arrived at this forest, he has not been attacked by any creature. Save for the two nuisance who came driving to their death, which had distracted him, there was no other difficulty. Slade was closer to his destination. He could get this done quickly and return to his daily life of vengeance. He has only been able to pull one revenge off. There are still five more families to go! Also, he still has to reclaim the lost company of his family which was stolen by the six families. And he wanted to do so the way the six families had stolen it. He stopped thinking about other things that do not contribute to his situation at the moment. He turned around to look behind hi
The leader of the henchmen realised that he was flowing in the sky, yet he didn't know how that has come to be. A second ago, there was a stray young man standing in front of his car. He had tried to run the guy over when all of a sudden, he felt something hit his car. If he was driving through the forest, he would have thought that he had hit a huge tree in his way. But he was driving on a plain and tarred road that divided the forests. He didn't know what to do or think in a situation like this. "Ahhhhh!!!" He let out a piercing scream as the car started descending.The speed of its descent was very much quicker than when it was going into the air. The force was swift and very impounding. Crash!!! The car dove face down into the tarred road with its bonnet. The windscreen shattered, and the shards of glasses flew towards the face of the leader, spraying into the eyes of the fellow. "My eyes. Blood!!" He screamed as he felt the shards sticking into his eyes. He could feel pain
"Tell me Tyq. What brought you to my villa? Curiosity or chance?""I did." A feminine voice called from behind the henchmen. Candyce and Mamita walked into the scene. Candyce was leading the way. "Baby." Lord JK said as soon as he saw his daughter. When Tyq heard Lord JK calling Candyce "baby", he was almost horrified. The only thing he could think of was Candyce being the wife of Lord JK. He had a conflict in his mind which he was struggling with in that moment, but he couldn't really tell if it was the best thing to get occupied with or focus on the present matter at hand. "When did you return?" Lord JK added as Candyce walked to him and hugged him. "Not long ago. We saw him lying on the street and decided to bring him home." Candyce answered, now standing next to her father. Tyq bounced back into reality in that moment. It wasn't the game of guesses anymore. This matter was getting very real and legit. He couldn't continue to disbelief for long. Not even if he wanted to. "Y
The lad didn't stop for a moment as he kept on running after he had pushed the door open. He ran in the wrong hallway and kept on increasing his speed as though his whole life depended on it. Well, for a fact, that was the idea. He felt like his whole life was dwindling in his eyes. He got to the end of the hallway and found that there was nothing in his way but a tall and thick wall. There was no way he was going to break through the wall and smash it into pieces. "What the hell! Why is there no door at the end of this hallway?" He was really confused and worried. He knew for a fact that there was no going back in the direction he had come from. There was a reason he had ran away from that room. What if he was right? What if this people were tricking him to believe that they wouldn't end up harming him? What if they were only looking for a way to make terrible things happen to him but are disguising it as though it was something rather special. "Where is he? Where did he go?" De
Stephen was pacing the foyer to and fro. His head was hot and aching! He was in distress. His entire body was almost in a lock down. At this point, it felt like a part of his body had shut down. Suddenly, he felt an adrenaline surge course through his body. He walked directly to the table and kicked it. The glass table shattered into shards. He walked to another corner of the foyer and broke a few other things. He smashed the TV and continued to cause a havoc until he came to a pause. No matter how much damages he was causing, he realised that his rage didn't subside. It only felt like he was causing himself some financial mischief. Of which he didn't really care about. When he came to a pause, a new idea popped up in his mind. The idea was strange but fresh. His eyes lit up. It would seem like the common phrase that fly around people's lips, 'There's a light at the end of the tunnel'This new thought that he had seemed like the light he has been waiting for at the end of this lon