It was 8pm and the main villa of the Havill family was bustling with people of color and status. It was the birthday of the patriach of the Havill family. The old man is turning ninety today, but he looked like someone who just making his full turn to seventy. It was said that he had been observing some traditional rites which were responsible for the vibrance of his health. The main area of the living room was not congested even though there were about thirty people present. These people were dressed so radiantly that the chandelier that lit the night couldn't help but illuminate the glitters of the fashionistas. The old man, Chairman Havill, was seated in a special spot. There were two people standing next to him. Two tough men wearing black suits. These men had dark shades on. It was said that these men used to work under the tutelage of General Trent. They had been sent away by the General because they didn't know the difference between duty and humanity. They were said to
All attention shifted from both Chairman Havill and Dexter to the door!They had all be murmuring and bickering over the feat that Dexter had just achieved. It was like breaking a world record. It was extraordinary. All of a sudden, a roar had come from the door. The opening of the door was like the eruption of an earthquake. It had come with so much force and out of the blue. "Who's that?" Someone asked the question everyone was trying to ask. It was the birthday of one of the powerful shareholders in Nyther-Rim Groups and there was someone who had suddenly intruded? Talk about guts!The people didn't really know what to think of this. But right now, they were mostly worried about identifying who this person really is. Based on where this strange man was standing, it was hard to tell much about him. The strange man was standing at the entrance of the foyer. There was not much lighting in that area of the room. They could hardly tell what he looked like or what his business was.
The foyer froze up as though a storm of ice and icicles had just blown through. There was no one in the hall who was in their right minds. None could make a decision for themselves except staring. They all stayed glued to their various spots as Slade Nyther, the mysterious man in mask, strode out of the building with the head of the patriach of the Havill family in his left hand. Dots of blood trailed the steps of Slade as he walked away from the scene. No one could yet tell who this mysterious person was. Who was so powerful to have killed the two Lost Beasts and one of the members of the board of Nyther-Rim Groups. Not along after Slade vacated the building and got into his car, the aura was retrieved, and everyone got a hold of themselves once more. But this time, the reality of what had just happened dawned on them. Screams started to fly around as the scene gained more enlightenment, and the brains started registering the awful and dreadful facts. There was a pool of blood
Due to the nature of the economic revolution in Pinnacle county, golf was mostly the valued sport in the nation. There was no sport that gained as much popularity as golf in the county. For the past few months, there has been a competition going on and today was the final of the event. In fact, in a few hours, the match will commence. But all of a sudden...A few hours into the night, the whole of Pinnacle County was on a chokehold because of a very disturbing news. The headlines, TV stations, and radio stations were going crazy. Nobody was talking about the golf game anymore. The final match has started already, but no one wanted to watch or listen to it. In fact, people at the stadium were beginning to leave in droves. This news was something that was out of the ordinary and shouldn't be treated with cold shoulders. In the villa of the Paxton family, Mariana was seated in the living room with her family watching the golf match. They had just seen the fans leaving the stadium wh
The fireplace in the opulent living area was warm enough to spread warmth across the body of Slade. The glass of Scotch in his hand complemented the wave of hate that momentarily traveled to where he was. He was seated on a reclining chair, his legs outstretched over an extended area of the chair that was made for the purpose of creating comfort. His gaze lingered in a direction. There was a man seated opposite him. Opposed to how comfortably Slade was seated, this man was seated at the edge of the chair, both of his hands were rested on each leg. At first, it would seem like he was suffering from the cold, but from the look of things, this seemed more of a psychological situation. This man who seemed to be in caution and fright in front of Slade was a very deadly and powerful man. He was known to be the strongest man in the whole of Pinnacle County. Outside of Pinnacle County, his name was like a myth that erupts deep dread and great fear. About three decades ago when the army o
Slade knew General Trent! The man's pictures were mostly in the magazines and he was taught in the college too in the history of the country. But seeing the General while he was at the cemetery was something he never imagined. He should have been surprised but he really wasn't, perhaps because he was way too emotional. Right now, the gravity of everything started to loom and the weight was getting too much for Slade to bear. "You shouldn't stand, Immortal One." The General's words knocked Slade out of his thoughts. Slade snatched back his consciousness, and he saw that the General was now sitting the same way he had been seated before he decided to drop on his knees. Slade walked back to his seat and settled down. "The Lost Brothers." The General picked a new discourse. "I'm sure you know what happens when you kill one of the soldiers under the wing of a commander, let alone a General." Slade didn't say a word. He just stared. "Whether rogue or not, a General is responsible for
The atmosphere in the foyer of the Havill family was still hostile. Although the members of the family were not saying a lot, it was very obvious in their expressions that they were dying to get something done. All eyes were on the middle-aged man who had promised to call General Trent and ask him of the favor. The man had his phone in his hand, looking away from it momentarily as though he was finding it difficult to come to a conclusion. "You've already called him twice." A lady said, calling the attention of the man. "Do you think it's wise to call him again?" As soon as the lady finished talking, there was a outbreak of murmurs. It would seem as though they had all been waiting for someone to severe the silence for them all to pounce on. "She's right. We cannot continue to bother the General over something that we could find an alternative for. The General is a very short tempered person. What if he gets irked by our calls and take his anger out on us?" "I'm worried about tha
Dexter's uncle was fidgeting as soon as the call connected. The family members couldn't believe this either. They couldn't have imagined in their wildest dreams that the mythical General Trent would answer their call. They all knew what the deceased patriach of the family used to go through before he would be lucky to get an audience with the General. The uncle lost his voice after those few words that he had said. He was still caught in the shock of the moment. As soon as he got a grip of himself again, he quickly put the call on speaker so that the rest of the family could hear. "I-- I didn't know what to --""Condolence on the death of your father, boy." The hoarse and deep voice of the General filled the air. Everyone in the hall could feel the weight of the General's words on their shoulders. "I wish it could have gone any differently." The General continued. "But you realise, every debt has to be paid. Even the dead will agree."The man who had put the call through was so