The Return Of General Tyler

Only Hope

Judas' face twisted in a snarl as he slammed his fist on the desk, making the books jump. He glared at the phone, as if willing Raven to appear before him. His mind raced with suspicions and conspiracies, his thoughts a jumbled mess of anger and betrayal.

"How dare she!" he muttered to himself, his voice low and menacing. "She thinks she can turn on me? Me, Judas, the one who made her who she is?"

He paced around the room, his eyes scanning the shelves, the furniture, the very walls, as if searching for a hidden enemy. His thoughts turned to Tyler, and his eyes narrowed.

"Tyler," he whispered, his voice dripping with venom. "He's behind this. He's the one who's been manipulating her, turning her against me."

Judas' eyes flashed with determination. He would not be betrayed. He would not be overthrown. He would take action, and he would take it now.

With a swift motion, he grabbed the phone and dialed a number, his eyes blazing with a fierce intensity. "It's time to take care of Tyler,