LOGIN"An Almost Encounter"Lucian's POV The money talks hadn't gone as smoothly as they used to. The instability of the underworld was causing a serious ruckus across every sector and it was infuriating. I had spent nearly three hours trying to convince people with too much money on their hands why our business would definitely rise to the top after the war despite the heavy target on our backs and our unwanted participation. "This whole thing," one old geezers with a pot belly had said, raising his hand like he was delivering ground breaking news. "They say this war is centred around an old colleague of yours... Dimitri, was it?" He snarled and the others started nodding and making sounds of agreement. "Misinformation about our old acquaintance is going around right now. I would like to remind you that he died a while back." I said, my voice as still as I could make it, trying to drimive the situation to a stable state. "What's not what I hear." Another old man whispered and the men
" New Proof" Dimitri's POV The insides of the warehouse held a rotten smell, like a heck of a dish had been left out for too long. Every breath I took felt laboured, a small reminded that I was not yet fully accustomed to being alive again. I moved through the rafters, careful not to make any sound. Below me was the payment site of the Pale Oath. A hole of crates and discarded machines. Finding this place was just a matter of tracing the money. The word 'ancient' when used to describe the group wasn't just for fancy, they kept to traditional ways of business, so much so that they didn't take digital cash, so a meeting point for exchange was needed. I watched minutes ago as a recent exchange had gone through. Maraleona wasn't the only bounty they had it seemed. I dropped from the ceiling, landing in a crouch that sent a jolt of pain I hadn't expected. I really needed to get used to my body moving again. But I didn't care about the pain, it wasntanythubg I couldn't handle after all
"First Death" Third Person's POV Presently, the world thought of Dimitri as a dead man that could possibly be walking the earth again. Before that, he was a figure that exuded dominance, respect and fear. But before he got to that point, he was just a boy. One with wide eyes and a smile equally as bright, one that looked at the world with wonder, curiosity and a hope for more. Eventually though, his eyes were closed. There was a day, one he would never forget. Dimitri's heart kept eating, but he died that day. His father had called for his presence. Young Dimitri was already quite weary of his father, but that fear would soon turned to deep loathing. The older man looked at him with an expression he couldn't quite read, but he hated it."Young Sir," A guard called out to Dimitri who was just sitting in the library, trying to read. "The master calls for you." He said, not meeting Dimitri's eyes. Djmutri stared for s moment before closing the book with a sigh. He walked over to the
"First Death" Third Person's POV Presently, the world thought of Dimitri as a dead man that could possibly be walking the earth again. Before that, he was a figure that exuded dominance, respect and fear. But before he got to that point, he was just a boy. One with wide eyes and a smile equally as bright, one that looked at the world with wonder, curiosity and a hope for more. Eventually though, his eyes were closed. There was a day, one he would never forget. Dimitri's heart kept eating, but he died that day. His father had called for his presence. Young Dimitri was already quite weary of his father, but that fear would soon turned to deep loathing. The older man looked at him with an expression he couldn't quite read, but he hated it."Young Sir," A guard called out to Dimitri who was just sitting in the library, trying to read. "The master calls for you." He said, not meeting Dimitri's eyes. Djmutri stared for s moment before closing the book with a sigh. He walked over to the
"A Broken Oath"Jace's POV The media was a weird thing. One minute you could be laughing at a funny animal video and the next your jaw is on the floor as you watch a video of your old friend rising from the dead. "This is clearly fake, right?" I was sure about it. It had to be a fake. Another ruse to rile up the crowd and keep that distracted from the force's actual plan. I shook my head at the absurdity and desperation. But back to the actual happenings. I was still trying to find the supposed "heir" but I'd run into more than just a little obstacle. It was a wall of familiar codes that made me click my tongue at first sight. Everything concerning that dead man left a bitter taste at the back of my tongue. I tried to crack the code, and for a while, it seemed like I was making progress, until I went back to look at my progress and noticed every code I had cracked had been rewritten. Every single line that once made me look at someone with admiration now left me angry. Weren't th
“Silent Rescue”Dimitri’s POVI was crouched against a soot-stained ledge. I looked undisguisable from the stone statues that littered the roof, just as I had wanted. I tried my best not to breathe too hard. The fact I had woke up was phenomenal enough. I was slowly getting used to the mechanical rhythm of cold air going in and out of my lungs. It was truly good to be back. Several feet ahead of me was the fortress Maraleona had built for herself. I could tell just how hard she had worked just by looking at it. It was a testament to her ambition and desperation. The perimeter was guarded by men in tactical gear, professional and alert, but they were looking for threats they understood. They were looking for soldiers. They weren't looking for a ghost. And they certainly weren't looking for what was currently scaling up the western wall.I squinted my eyes at the movement. It was faint, especially against the dark o the night. Something moved with a terrifying, fluid grace. They bypas







