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The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Thirteen
The heavy silence that followed Marcus’s exit was almost suffocating. Evangeline stared at the door, her mind racing to process what had just happened. Marcus—the infamous mafia boss, a man who commanded fear across Cresmont—had bowed to her. Worse, he had apologized to her as if she held power over him. It didn’t make sense.Margaret was the first to recover. She spun around, her sharp gaze landing squarely on Mike. “Mike! That was incredible!” she exclaimed, rushing to his side.Evangeline blinked, finally snapping out of her stupor. “It was you, wasn’t it?” she said, her voice rising. “You convinced Marcus to fix everything!”Mike froze, his mouth opening and closing as if searching for words. “Well, I—” he started, only to be cut off by Margaret’s enthusiastic praise.“You’re a genius!” she declared, clutching his arm. “The way you handled this behind the scenes, without even mentioning it… Mike, you’re exactly the kind of man this family need
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Fourteen
The aftermath of the Victor Nelson operation left Selene restless. The debriefing room was silent save for the soft buzz of the projector replaying static-laden footage. Selene sat at the head of the table, her sharp eyes fixed on the frozen screen.“No struggle. No prolonged gunfire. No visible entry or exit,” she murmured, her fingers tapping against the cold metal of the table. “And the cameras just… stopped working.” she rolled her eyes an tutted as she mused.Her assistant, seated beside her, shifted nervously. “It’s like… like a ghost went in and wiped them all out,” he ventured, his voice low.“A ghost doesn’t leave a room full of dead bodies,” Selene shot back, but the sharpness in her voice faltered.The assistant leaned forward, his face lighting up with the fervor of a conspiracy theorist. “Or a war god just like I had told you,” he whispered excitedly. “You heard what the troops said—no one saw anything. Someone powerful and unseen did
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Fifteen
The streets of Cresmont were unusually quiet at this hour. The glow of streetlights cast long shadows across the pavement as Kael stepped out of the Ravol estate, his presence as unhurried as ever. He walked with confidence—the kind that was neither forced nor exaggerated, but imbued. Yet, beneath that composed demeanor, his mind was already moving ahead, calculating his next move. At the street corner, Marcus leaned against his car, arms crossed. The moment he spotted Kael, he straightened—like a soldier snapping to attention before his superior. “Where to?” Marcus asked, already reaching for the door handle. Kael’s response was calm, deliberate. “Dream Hill.” Marcus hesitated—just a fraction of a second—but Kael caught it. Dream Hill wasn’t just another wealthy neighborhood. It was the pinnacle of Cresmont’s elite, where the most powerful, most untouchable figures resided. People didn’t just visit Dream Hill. They either belonged there… or they didn’t. Without a word, Marcus n
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter sixteen
Morning sunlight streamed through the high glass buildings of Cresmont, illuminating the imposing headquarters of Northland Enterprises. Once an unstoppable force in the business world, the company now teetered on the brink of collapse—a decaying empire barely held together by its young and unyielding president, Pamela Northland. And today, Kael had come to collect a debt. He adjusted the cuffs of his black shirt as he approached the grand entrance, his steps unhurried. The moment he reached the door, two uniformed security guards stepped into his path. One of them smirked. “Lost, are we?” His gaze dripped with condescension as he eyed Kael’s attire—clean, but utterly unremarkable. No designer labels, no tailored suit. Nothing to indicate wealth or status. His partner scoffed. “This isn’t a place for beggars. Try the back alley if you’re looking for food scraps.” Kael tilted his head slightly, expression unreadable. He could have ended this a dozen different ways. But instead,
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter seventeen
“They’re here to collect the debt.” A heavy silence settled over the room. Pamela let out a soft, bitter chuckle, but there was no humor in it—only raw tension twisting around her chest like a vice. Of course. Deep Space wasn’t just here for money. They were here to humiliate her. To make a spectacle of her downfall. Cathy hesitated. “Should I… should I call security?” His voice was uncertain, his fingers twitching at his sides. Pamela exhaled slowly, forcing composure even though her heart pounded in her ribs like a war drum. “No.” Because she already knew how this worked. Security wouldn’t stop them. They’d be the ones holding the doors open, And just as that thought burned through her mind—A crash echoed from the hallway. The office doors slammed open. A group of suited men strode in with the confidence of conquerors—because, in their minds, they already owned the place. Leading them was Micheal. The regional manager of Deep Space Group. Tall, broad-shouldered, dressed
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Eighteen
The order had barely left Micheal’s lips when chaos erupted. His men moved fast. Guns raised. Fingers tightening on triggers. But Kael moved faster. Pamela barely had time to react before she threw herself to the floor, her heartbeat thundering as she braced for the storm. The first attacker lunged and Kael barely shifted. His hand shot out—one sharp twist— CRACK! The thug’s wrist snapped at an unnatural angle, his gun clattering uselessly to the ground as he screamed. The second man had no time to react. Kael’s fingers closed around his throat. He lifted him clean off the ground—and then slammed him into the desk with such force that the wood split like paper. Pamela flinched. What the hell? Her brows knit together as she stared from the floor. The third thug managed to aim his gun, Too late. Kael’s foot shot out. A single, effortless kick. The gun flew into the air. In the same motion, Kael spun—an elbow drove into the man’s ribs. The air left his lungs in a wheezing ga
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Nineteen
The elevator ride was suffocating, filled with the heavy stench of blood and defeat. Micheal leaned against the mirrored wall, each breath sending waves of pain through his ribs. His suit, once crisp and pristine, was now a torn mess, smeared with dirt and his own blood. His left eye was swollen shut, his lip split, and his hands trembled slightly as he wiped at the dried blood on his face.He had never suffered a loss like this before. Never been humiliated so completely. His men had been torn apart in seconds, crushed by a single man who fought with an ease that defied reason. Kael. That name alone made his insides twist with anger and fear.A soft chime echoed in the elevator as the doors slid open, revealing the long, dimly lit hallway ahead. The air was unnervingly cold, the marble floor polished to perfection, reflecting the overhead lights like glass. Every step he took sent a jolt of pain through his body, but he forced himself forward. Two men in black suits flanked him on ei
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Twenty
Pamela jolted awake, her heart pounding in her chest. Something was wrong.Her phone vibrated relentlessly on the nightstand, the glow from the screen illuminating the dimly lit bedroom. Still groggy, she reached for it, her fingers trembling slightly as she swiped through the flood of notifications.Then she saw the headlines.“Northland Enterprises in Crisis: Stocks Plummet Overnight!”“Multiple Trade Routes Blocked—Northland’s Shipments Seized!”“Northland Systems Hacked—Millions Lost in Cyberattack!”Her stomach twisted and her eyes went wide immediately as her whole body tensed up.With every article she opened, the disaster unfolded in brutal detail. Investors were pulling out, the company’s logistics had been sabotaged, and their cybersecurity team had been completely overwhelmed.A call from her CFO popped up on the screen. Then another from the board.She barely heard them. Her ears were ringing.Everything she had spent years rebuilding was crumbling—all in a single night.H
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Chapter 139
The wind changed.It wasn’t a gust. It wasn’t even wind in the way they knew it.It was as if the air itself was panicking. Like the very molecules wanted to flee.Above them, the sky wasn’t just dark anymore—it was splitting. Not like a crack. No lightning. No thunder. It was peeling. The stars bent unnaturally, as if a god’s hand was pulling the curtain of reality back to reveal what hid behind it.And whatever that thing was—it was coming through.Kael stood in the center of the shattered ground, still, his eyes fixed on the sky. His breathing had slowed. His hands were no longer shaking.The Tribunal—the all-powerful force that had chased him across lifetimes—suddenly… backed away.Literally.Their faceless enforcers lowered their weapons.Their shimmering cloaked elders turned their heads up.And without a word… they vanished.Gone.No retreat orders. No final words. Just silence, and then—absence.Pamela stumbled forward, blood still fresh on her temple, her voice tight. “What t
Chapter 138
Kael wasn’t breathing.Not because he couldn’t—but because something inside him had frozen.Not fear. Not confusion.Recognition.A truth buried for lifetimes had just opened its eyes inside him.The Tribunal’s final weapon hovered behind him, pulsing with raw, ancient energy. The battlefield crackled beneath their feet. Elias stood a few paces away, strangely calm, arms crossed, eyes on Kael like he’d been waiting for this moment forever.Pamela was kneeling beside Marcus, who was barely conscious, his skin still shifting under the aftershock of Kael’s unleashed power. Neither of them spoke. They couldn’t. Something bigger than all of them had just cracked open the sky.Kael took a slow step forward, and then another.And then it hit him.A rush of heat behind his eyes. Pressure in his chest. The world bent sideways, and—He dropped.Darkness.Except it wasn’t empty.Flashes. Slices of memory, jagged and violent, began tearing through his mind.A voice echoed across the space inside
Chapter 137
Kael stood still as the sky split further open.The battlefield had become quiet—too quiet. No sound of wind, no distant thunder, not even the groan of broken metal. Just silence.Not even the Tribunal spoke anymore.They hovered like insects on the edge of death, their broken constructs twitching in place as if they could sense what was coming. Not even in their worst nightmares had they planned for this.Then it came.Not with fury. Not with fire.But with stillness.Like the moment right before death. The last breath before the void.A shadow… stretching across the torn sky. Not cast by any light, but by the absence of it.It descended slowly. Gracefully.Its form was impossible to define—shifting, alive, yet ancient beyond time. Eyes blinked across its body, then vanished. Its skin looked like cracked stone and starlight. When it moved, it bent space itself. The air didn’t vibrate. It submitted.Pamela collapsed to her knees, clutching her head, gasping.“Don’t look at it,” Marcu
Chapter 136
The sky didn’t settle after the Tribunal vanished.It writhed.Lightning danced across colors that had no name. The ground trembled beneath them, and a sound like the grinding of history echoed from above. It wasn’t thunder. It was older. It was the groaning of something waking up—something that should have stayed asleep.Kael stood there, motionless, his chest rising and falling like he had just climbed out of a grave.Elias walked toward him, slowly.“You felt it too, didn’t you?” Elias said, his voice low. “You didn’t just kill the Tribunal. You cracked the seal.”Kael’s fingers clenched. His veins pulsed with that strange light again.“They lied,” he muttered. “They told me I was the threat. But I was just the door.”Pamela stood to the side, her body still not fully recovered from the changes the Tribunal’s failed erasure had caused. But she held her ground.“Kael…” she said, voice shaking. “Something’s wrong. I can feel it. It’s in the air. It’s—”A pulse rippled across the h
Chapter 135
The battlefield was silent.Not the kind of silence that came after victory. This was the kind that made your skin crawl, your heart pause, and your breath catch. Like the whole universe had stopped to see what would happen next.Kael stood in the center of it all. Head bowed. Shoulders rising and falling slowly. Steam curled from his skin, rising into the shattered sky.He should’ve been dead.No one should have survived that.But Kael… wasn’t like anyone anymore.Pamela stared at him from a distance, clutching her side where blood still seeped from a wound she barely noticed now.“He’s… different,” she whispered.Marcus didn’t speak. He just watched Kael. His jaw clenched. His hands ready—but also shaking.Kael slowly looked up.His eyes were not human.They were black with flecks of deep gold—swirling, shifting, like galaxies trapped in his gaze. His skin pulsed faintly with an unnatural glow, and the scars that once marked his body were gone. Replaced by something older. Symbols.
Chapter 134
The world was a blur of broken time and unraveling reality. Kael’s breath caught in his throat as he stood before the one he had seen in the void—his predecessor, his reflection, his origin.The man didn’t look divine. He didn’t wear armor forged in celestial fires, or glow with the radiance of ancient stars. No.He looked tired. Scarred. Worn down by lifetimes of battles that never truly ended.Yet there was something in his eyes. Something beyond time. Something godlike.Kael opened his mouth. “What are you?”The original Kael turned toward him, slow and steady, his footsteps echoing like thunder over glass.“You mean what were we,” the original said quietly. “Before they broke us. Before they cut us down piece by piece and buried our names.”Kael swallowed hard. “You’re me.”“No,” the original replied. “You’re me. But I’m what came first. Before the Tribunal. Before the Director. Before the concept of control ever existed.”“I was the mistake they couldn’t afford to let repeat.”
Chapter 133
Silence.But it wasn’t the silence of peace.It was the kind of silence that crushed your thoughts, stretched out your heartbeat, and made you feel like time had forgotten you.Kael stood in a place that wasn’t a place.It had no ceiling, no floor—only infinite darkness, shimmering with fractured lights that blinked in and out like dying stars.He wasn’t falling.He wasn’t floating.He simply was.And he wasn’t alone.At first, he thought it was another hallucination.The pressure in his chest.The flickers of memories that didn’t belong to him.Faces he had never seen. Deaths he had never died.But they kept coming.Kael saw himself standing in a city that looked like Cresmont—but older, more advanced, with skybridges lined in silver light. That version of him wore a black coat, armor laced with glowing veins. His eyes were sharp. Cold.Then it changed.Another Kael. This one… younger. Cleaner. Standing in a white room, smiling at people he didn’t recognize. A scientist? A subject?A
Chapter 132
The sky was already broken. The cracks shimmered like fractured glass, bending starlight into twisted halos. Wind no longer moved in natural patterns. It pulsed—like breath from a dying god.Kael stood at the center of it all, chest rising and falling as if his very lungs were struggling to keep him rooted in a reality that no longer obeyed the rules.And then… they came.The Tribunal.Not projections. Not holograms. Not seated on their usual golden thrones.This time, they descended themselves.Six figures cloaked in shadows and silver, floating above the ruined city with gravity that bent the air around them. Their voices echoed before their mouths moved, as if time itself bent to their will.“You were warned,” one of them spoke.“You were judged,” whispered another.“And now… you are to be undone.”Kael narrowed his eyes. “You can’t stop what’s already broken.”“We don’t intend to stop it,” the High Warden said. “We intend to erase it. And you.”With that, the sky split wider—and
Chapter 131
The name echoed.Not through the room.Not through walls.But through everything.Through memory. Through time. Through galaxies asleep in the folds of black space. Through ruins buried in silence. Through forgotten bloodlines and hollow stars and locked tombs not meant to be found.It was not a word—it was a key.Kael didn’t scream it.He whispered it. And the universe listened.And it remembered.The air shimmered with pressure too ancient for gravity to understand. The floor cracked beneath his boots, not from weight—but from identity. From the collision of who he had been and who he had become.He had said his name.The real one.The one they stole. Buried. Deleted. Replaced.And it shattered the lie of the world.AwakeningsMarcus screamed first.Not from pain. From force.It was like his lungs forgot how to breathe. Like time itself slammed into his chest. He stumbled, grabbing a wall, eyes wide as silver tendrils raced across his skin, lighting up every vein like he was being r
