LOGINChris Jnr and Emm were waiting eagerly for Chris’s visit. Unlike other times, their intentions weren’t pure. Their heads were full of ideas… ideas that needed approval.“Daddy…”The duo called out in unison and jumped into his outstretched arms, just like when they were toddlers… conveniently forgetting that they were no longer that small.“Daddy’s precious treasures…” Chris laughed, lifting them effortlessly and spinning them around as he always did. Some things never change. And to him, they never would.Emile descended the stairs, a blissful smile adorning her face as their innocent, warm laughter filled the hall. This was her home. Her gaze softened as they settled on the man who brought warmth and colour to her life.Chris’s eyes met hers. Words passed between them without sound. And in that silence, there was no empire. No weight. No consequence… just them.He walked towards her, tenderness lighting his expression. “Wife, how are you feeling?”“They are well behaved.” Emile smil
“Boss, there is a call from our agent at the UN office.” Night Blade announced over the PA system.Chris had just leaned back, eyes half-closed, already halfway home in his mind. His features tightened ever so slightly, displeasure flickering across his face.Home had been within reach.It rarely stayed that way for long… there were always things that dragged him back…“Shall I decline?”Chris did not answer immediately. He rarely needed to. His silence alone was often enough. Night Blade was about to decline, however, in the next instance, his voice came through---“…Put it through.”A second later, the phone beside him rang. Chris didn’t lift the receiver, letting the call run on speaker instead.“My Lord.”“Make it quick.”A pause. Careful.“The secretary has requested your assistance regarding a… conflict in the region. It’s escalating. Civilian casualties are----”Chris’s expression tightened “You know my rules.”The agent hesitated briefly before adding, “there are many innocent
“Are you targeting me for the Walters?”The question hung in the air.For the first time since entering, Chris moved.Not forward.Not aggressively.Just… enough.Enough to make Lenin feel it.That suffocating shift in the room. That invisible weight pressing down on his lungs.Chris tilted his head slightly, as if considering the question.Then---A soft chuckle.Low.Cold.Devoid of warmth.“The Walters?” Chris repeated, almost amused.A pause.Then his gaze settled on Lenin… no, through him.Sweat trickled down Lenin’s spine, as he waited for the Night Lord to confirm.He couldn’t decipher what the Night Lord meant…Was it revenge for the Walters? Or … something else?“The Walters have never needed anyone to avenge them.” Night Rider couldn’t help himself. He knew his lord was not going to give the lunatic another minute of his breath. “They settle accounts fair and square, you should know.”“But they… they never came after me… except you… they never attacked me despite everything
Chris’s reckoning wasn’t over…He had never claimed to be a generous man.On the contrary, he prided himself on being petty, settling scores for even the smallest grievance.So how could he let the man who orchestrated the misery of his family of four walk scot-free?The puppets had received their just deserts… What about the puppet master?Even so, Chris didn’t hesitate to make a pit stop at home. He spent time with his wife and children, unhurried, undisturbed, as though nothing in the world demanded his attention.Only after that… did he set off to collect what he was owed. Many months earlier, after Lenin received a call from his men informing him that they had lost track of Carl, he spent an entire day cursing everything around him, smashing anything that was within an arm’s reach.But his ruckus didn’t last long.He wasn’t a brainless fool. He wouldn’t be where he was if he wallowed in his losses.By the next day, he had already moved on.Accounts were settled. The safe house a
“Tonight, you’ll learn what that costs.”The words echoed in Carl’s ears… the words seemed ethereal, as though they were coming from another dimension.He had not fully regained his senses from the visual impact created by the presence of the man who seated, like an emperor, life and death balanced effortlessly in his hands, when the words were spoken.Once the staff left and the man sat down, everything became a blur. He had no idea when Mr Walter left the room nor when these people arrived. But he knew one thing for sure… today was not just judgement day, it was also doomsday for him.He didn’t know when he had dropped to his knees… but now, he was kneeling before the Night Lord, who is also known as the Demon emperor of the Night Empire. Chris was no longer in his civilian clothes; he too had changed into his alter ego although no one saw how they changed.Chris snapped his fingers and sat back. He didn’t need to say anything else.Two men, wearing similar outfit to the man next to
“Big treasure, what do you think Daddy is preoccupied with?” Emm knitted her pretty brows as she tilted her head at her brother.Big treasure frowned slightly before raising his hand to smooth the crease between his little sister’s brows. “Don’t worry too much. Daddy must be preoccupied with Mommy.”“Don’t try to trick me.” Emm pushed Chris Jnr’s hand away with a childish snort. “I’m not stupid.”“Why do you have to be smart?” Chris Jnr muttered in frustration before lifting his head with a perfect poker smile. “What are you saying, little treasure? What could Daddy…”“Okay…” Little treasure stood up, pushing her chair back in annoyance. “If you want to play dumb, then go ahead.”She was about to stomp out of the room when Chris Jnr caught her.“Don’t run away. Brother apologizes.”“So, are you going to tell me?”“Would you believe me if I told you I don’t know?”Emm folded her arms with a fierce expression. “What do you think?”“I really don’t know.” Chris Jnr shook his head. “I was
Daniel was extremely busy with all the work that had snowballed from time he took off for running away to Mauritius chasing Emile and slacking off the following week. He rarely got time to rest let alone think of how to find Emile. Michelle was initially on high alert due to the change in his attent
"Why would I want to do something senseless?" Superintendent Registrar’s lips curled in ridicule “Why would I want to ask for objection of a registered union?” “Regis… Registered????” Grandpa Walter stuttered as he stepped back; he raised his head to level gaze with the Superintendent Registrar and
Christopher updated Neil with the details on what went on in the Walter manor on their way to the dock. “Cheee! Does she think it’s as simple as a visit to the precinct after hurting Night Wing?” Neil sneered. His lips curled up in a sinister manner “She has yet to meet this young master and truly u
While Emile was settling in blissfully, Daniel’s end was not so peaceful. Daniel was frustrated at narrowly missing Emile even though he went all the way to Mauritius. He was like a loose cannon waiting to blast everyone in his path. George made sure to stay way off his firing line only daring to go







