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The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Twenty Two
The night air was crisp, carrying the faint scent of rain from the city below. Dream Hill stood tall above Cresmont, its winding roads lined with mansions that belonged to the wealthiest, the untouchable. And at the very peak of it all—Kael’s villa.Selene stood outside the iron gates, her patience wearing thin.She pressed the intercom button again, her finger jabbing into the metal. “I know you’re in there, Kael.”There was Silence.The security cameras above tilted slightly, their lenses focusing on her. He was watching. Of course, he was.Selene exhaled sharply. “You’re not getting rid of me this time,” she muttered.She crossed her arms, determination hardening in her chest.For weeks, she had been chasing shadows, following leads that led to dead ends and erased records. But no matter how much she dug, Kael’s name kept surfacing in places it shouldn’t.A lowly quarry worker had no business owning a villa in the most expensive district in the city.A nobody didn’t just appear in
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Twenty Three
Pamela stood in the middle of the lit warehouse, her heartbeat pounding in her ears.The silence around her felt wrong. There were no bodyguards. No security. Just a long, empty space leading to a single chair placed in the center of the room.And in that chair, waiting for her, was Mr. Black.He sat with a calm stillness, dressed in a perfectly tailored black suit. No unnecessary movement, no wasted expression—just piercing, unreadable eyes locked onto her.Pamela had been expecting something worse. Someone larger, louder, more brutal.But this was worse.Because Mr. Black didn’t need to intimidate her.He already owned the room.Pamela lifted her chin, forcing herself to hold his gaze. “You asked for me. I’m here.” She tried her best not to sound terrified.Mr. Black smiled. Not warm. Not cold. Just… nothing.“I admire efficiency,” he said smoothly. “Which is why I’ll get to the point.”He leaned forward slightly, resting his elbows on the armrests.“Leave Kael,” he said. “Cut ties
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Twenty Four
The message came at 3:47 AM.Kael sat in his villa’s study, the faint glow from his laptop screen the only light in the room. He had been reviewing the latest reports on Deep Space’s arms operations, his mind already plotting the next strike.Then his phone vibrated once.A single encrypted message flashed onto his screen.Unknown Sender: Play it.Kael’s eyes narrowed. His fingers hovered over the keyboard for a second before clicking the attachment.The video loaded in seconds.The first thing he saw was Pamela.She was tied to a chair in the center of a faintly lit room, her wrists bound behind her back. Her head hung forward, strands of hair falling over her face. A thin trickle of blood ran down her temple, disappearing beneath her collar.Kael studied her expression.Bruised, but unbroken.Pamela lifted her head slightly, her breath unsteady. The camera tilted, revealing a tall figure standing behind her. The angle didn’t show his face, but Kael recognized the voice immediately.
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Twenty Five
The scent of gunpowder and blood still lingered in the air as the last mercenary collapsed to the ground, motionless.Kael stood in the middle of the alley, unbothered, his gun still raised, smoke curling from the barrel. He barely spared a glance at the bodies before shifting his gaze to Selene.She was alive. Unharmed. But furious.Selene shoved past him, her breathing ragged. “What the hell was that?!”Kael arched an eyebrow, holstering his weapon. “That,” he said lazily, “was me saving your life.”Selene whirled around, her eyes blazing. “I didn’t need saving!”Kael let out a quiet chuckle. “Really? Because from where I was standing, you were about two seconds away from getting your throat cut.”Selene ignored the condescension, her fists tightening at her sides. She had spent weeks chasing ghosts, piecing together a mystery that no one wanted her to solve.And tonight, everything had snapped into place.She stared at him, hard. “You’re not leading me to the war god, are you?”Kae
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Twenty Six
The night was thick with tension, the kind that wrapped around the city like a noose. The streets surrounding the Deep Space compound were eerily quiet, but Kael knew better than to trust the silence.They were waiting for him.Inside the armored SUV, Marcus was checking his weapons, loading magazines with precise, methodical movements. His usual smirk was gone, replaced by a rare grim focus. Across from him, three of their most trusted men—killers, not soldiers—silently prepped their gear.Kael sat in the front seat, eyes locked on the warehouse ahead.Pamela was in there.Alive.For now.His fingers tightened slightly around his gun.Deep Space thought they were holding the leverage.They had no idea what was coming.Marcus exhaled through his nose. “I don’t like this.”Kael didn’t look at him. “You never do.”Marcus huffed. “No, I mean I really don’t like this. It’s too quiet. Too clean. Deep Space doesn’t work clean. They should be sending us threats, body parts, something to piss
The Death Lord Is Back The Shadow Falls
The world was a blur of smoke and fire.Kael’s body ached in ways he hadn’t felt in years. The impact had thrown him across the warehouse, his ribs screaming in protest as he pushed himself off the debris. Everything was burning. The air was thick with dust and the acrid stench of explosives, but his mind cut through the pain like a knife.He had one thought.Pamela.She had been right there.Kael staggered forward, his ears still ringing from the explosion. His vision blurred for half a second before snapping back into focus. He saw Marcus first.The man lay sprawled against a pile of rubble, blood seeping through his side.Kael moved fast, crouching beside him. “Marcus.”Marcus’s eyelids fluttered open, his grin weak but still there. “You look like shit.”Kael exhaled sharply. “You’re bleeding out.”“Yeah, well.” Marcus coughed, the sound wet. “It’s not the first time.”Kael pressed a hand against his wound, forcing the bleeding to slow. Marcus grunted, but there was no real protest
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Twenty Eight
Kael sat in the lit safe house, the dull ache in his ribs was crazy and it served as a reminder that he had barely survived the last encounter. The explosion had taken more out of him than he’d admit, but there was no time for rest. Pamela was still out there—somewhere—and every second wasted was a second closer to her being beyond saving. In fact he was even more angry and furious than before. What he wanted now was the taste of blood.He clenched his jaw, pushing through the pain as he looked over the gathered team. Marcus was bandaged but standing, ever the reckless bastard. A handful of their best men remained, but their numbers were thin. Deep Space had been cutting through their ranks, tightening their grip.Kael didn’t need a reminder that they were outgunned and outnumbered. He already knew.“We move soon,” Kael said, his voice calm, but the weight behind it sent a chill through the room.Marcus exhaled, shaking his head. “You’re half-broken, half our men are dead or scattered
The Death Lord Is Back Chapter Twenty Nine
Deep Space Headquarters – The Hidden RulersThe room was pitch-black, save for the soft glow of a single overhead light. Mr. Black stood in the center, his hands clasped behind his back, his expression unreadable.But inside? He was seething.A holographic conference flickered before him, displaying the silhouettes of the true powers behind Deep Space. Their identities remained hidden—distorted voices, blurred images, nothing concrete.Still, their presence was suffocating.“You assured us Kael would be neutralized by now.” The first voice was smooth, dangerously calm.Mr. Black didn’t flinch. “He should have been.”The second figure spoke, their tone laced with warning. “But he isn’t.”Mr. Black exhaled slowly. “Kael was never the problem.” He turned slightly, his eyes narrowing. “The problem is the interference. Someone is attacking us from the shadows—someone who isn’t Kael.”The third figure, silent until now, let out a quiet chuckle. “And you don’t know who it is.”Mr. Black’s ja
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Chapter Forty Five
Kael sat alone in the safe house, his fingers absently turning the bloodstained dog tag over and over in his palm.The metal was worn. The letters carved into it were faded.Elias.He exhaled slowly. He didn’t remember this.Didn’t remember when Elias had last worn this.Didn’t remember how it had ended up here.But most of all—he didn’t remember why it was covered in fresh blood.Kael had spent years burying pieces of his past.But now, for the first time, he was realizing that someone else had done it for him.And if this war was about uncovering the truth…Then he had already lost.Marcus’s voice cut through the silence. “You’re thinking too hard.”Kael glanced up. Marcus was watching him carefully. Not like a subordinate. Not like an ally.Like someone who knew what was coming.“You think I haven’t already figured it out?” Marcus continued. “The reason Deep Space keeps coming at you, the reason the unknown faction won’t leave you alone, the reason Mr. Black is playing games?”Kael
Chapter Forty Four
The vault was still open, but Kael wasn’t looking at the files anymore.He was staring at one name.Elias.The name felt foreign now. Like something from a life that wasn’t his anymore.But that wasn’t the problem.The problem was that Elias was dead.Kael had buried him.Had watched the dirt cover the coffin. Had stood there, staring at the grave, knowing there was no coming back.But now…Now, his name was here.Inside a vault Kael didn’t remember building.The weight in his chest wasn’t shock.It was realization.Because if Elias’s name was buried in these files, tied to a past Kael didn’t even recognize—Then this wasn’t just about Kael anymore.It never had been.Selene Demands AnswersSelene didn’t take her eyes off him.She had seen Kael fight. Had seen him kill without hesitation, had seen him tear apart his enemies without blinking.But now?Now, he wasn’t moving.He was stuck in place.Like the name on that page had ripped something out of him.Selene’s patience snapped.She
Chapter Forty Three
The vault loomed before them, an unbroken wall of steel and secrets.Dust coated its surface, thick and undisturbed, as if time itself had sealed it shut. The air in the room was stale, heavy with the weight of something long buried. Something forgotten.Kael stood motionless, flashlight in one hand, blade in the other. He didn’t trust silence—not in a place like this.Not when it belonged to him.Marcus let out a low whistle, running his fingers over the reinforced metal. “Whoever built this didn’t want anyone getting inside.”Selene stood a few steps behind, arms crossed, her gaze sharp. “Including you?”Kael didn’t answer.Because he didn’t know.The realization clawed at the back of his mind like an itch he couldn’t scratch. He had spent the last decade moving through shadows, controlling every step of his life, every decision. He was meticulous, precise. He didn’t leave loose ends.And yet—this vault.This place.It was here, hidden in one of his own safe houses, and he had no me
Chapter Forty Two
Kael stood in the penthouse house, hands pressed against the edge of the table, staring down at the old, faded documents spread before him. The air was thick with dust, the scent of aging paper mixing with the faint metallic tang of blood still drying on his knuckles.The unknown faction’s message echoed in his mind.It was never about you, Kael. It was about what you’re hiding.The words gnawed at him like a splinter buried deep in his skin.He had always known who he was, what he stood for. He wasn’t a pawn in someone else’s game. He was the one pulling the strings.Or so he had believed.Now?Now, he wasn’t sure of anything.Across the room, Marcus leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest. His face was set in a frown, but there was something else in his eyes—something that looked a hell of a lot like concern.“I don’t like this,” Marcus muttered.Kael barely looked up. “You don’t like anything.”Marcus let out a dry chuckle. “That’s fair. But this? This is different. Yo
Chapter Forty one
The First StrikeKael’s phone rang once.Then twice.By the third ring, he had already picked up.Marcus’s voice came through the line, sharp and urgent. “It’s happening.”Kael was already moving.He threw on his coat, gun strapped to his side, moving through the safe house with calm precision.“What’s the damage?”“Too early to say,” Marcus gritted out. “But Northland’s under full attack. These guys aren’t just sending a message anymore.”Kael’s grip tightened around his gun.Deep Space had waited long enough. Now, they were here to burn everything to the ground.Outside, the streets were already alive with sirens, chaos, smoke rising in the distance.Northland’s headquarters was under siege.And Kael?He was walking straight into the fire.A City in ChaosBy the time Kael and Marcus reached Northland Tower, the war had already begun.Gunfire rattled through the air. Armed men—Deep Space mercenaries—had stormed the perimeter, shooting their way inside.Smoke curled from the upper flo
Chapter Forty
Kael stood in the dim glow of the safe house’s war room, his expression was unreadable as he watched the data unfold across multiple screens.Deep Space’s financial empire had taken a direct hit. Their offshore accounts were frozen, their black-market supply chains severed, their revenue streams obliterated.By all logic, they should have been collapsing.But instead?They were adapting.Pamela stood beside him, arms crossed, exhaustion and fury warring in her sharp gaze. “They should be on their knees,” she muttered. “Why aren’t they?”Marcus, leaning against the table with a half-empty whiskey glass in his hand, let out a dry chuckle. “Because we underestimated them.”Pamela turned, glaring. “What the hell is that supposed to mean?”Kael exhaled slowly, his mind already several steps ahead.“We assumed Deep Space was just a criminal organization.” He flicked his gaze to the screens. “But criminals don’t recover from financial annihilation this fast.”Pamela’s breath hitched. “What a
Chapter Thirty Nine
Selene’s head throbbed as she stirred awake, her breath uneven. The air was cold, the kind of sterile chill that only came from places meant to keep people hidden and forgotten. She sat up slowly, ignoring the ache in her skull. The room was small—gray concrete walls, a single flickering light overhead, and a steel door with no handle from the inside. A cell. But she wasn’t restrained. Which meant whoever had taken her didn’t see her as a threat. Or worse—they wanted her to run. A chair scraped against the floor. Selene’s eyes snapped toward the figure across from her, sitting too comfortably, watching her with the kind of patience that made her skin crawl. He was older, mid-50s maybe, with sharp, predatory features. He wore a simple, unmarked suit—expensive, but nondescript. The kind of wealth that didn’t need to flaunt itself. And yet… Something about him felt off. Like he wasn’t supposed to exist. “Good,” he said, his voice calm. Even. Controlled. “You’re awake.”he sm
Chapter Thirty Eight
Kael stood in the obscurely lit warehouse, his eyes scanning the decrypted message on the tablet in front of him with a calm demeanor.The intel was clear. Precise and Final.Deep Space wasn’t waiting anymore.They had gathered every resource, every mercenary, every corrupt official willing to sell their soul. And now, they were preparing a full-scale assault to end this war. Deep space was growing bigger than expected.Kael set the tablet down, his expression was faint and unreadable.Marcus, his arm still bandaged from the last attack, leaned against the metal table. “They’re moving faster than we thought.” I heaved a deep sigh.Kael exhaled slowly. “They’re getting desperate.”Marcus gave a dry chuckle. “Yeah, well, desperate men are the ones who get the most people killed.”Kael didn’t respond. He was already planning with his eyes darted at nothing.Because if Deep Space wanted a final war?They were going to get one.——-Pamela on the other hand stormed into the warehouse, her h
Chapter Thirty seven
Selene stormed into the penthouse house, rage simmering beneath her skin. She barely waited for the door to swing shut before she tossed a thick file onto the table in front of Kael.Kael didn’t flinch. Didn’t even look at it.He sat in the worn leather chair, calmly cleaning his gun like he had all the time in the world. As if she wasn’t standing there, ready to rip the truth out of him.Selene’s chest heaved. “Say something.”Kael finally glanced up, his expression unreadable. “Good evening?”Selene saw red. “Don’t do that,” she snapped, her voice sharp. “Don’t act like this is nothing.” She shoved the file closer, her movements rigid with anger. “I know what you are.”Kael leaned back in his chair, expression impossibly calm. “That’s funny.” He tilted his head slightly. “I don’t even know what I am.”Selene froze. Just for a second.What?Kael tapped his fingers against the table. “But if you’ve figured it out, by all means, enlighten me.”Selene’s nails dug into her palms. “You’re
