A long table stretched across the grand dining hall of Daniel's fortress. Candles flickered, casting faint shadows against the marble walls. Silver cutlery rested on silk cloth, and a bottle of the world's finest wine stood unopened at the center.
At the head of the table sat Daniel — The King. The man who once ruled the unseen world with a grip tighter than death itself.
His smile was faint, the kind that belonged to a man who still believed he was untouchable, even as the walls around him slowly crumbled.
Four empty chairs lined the sides of the table.
Not for allies.
Not for friends.
For ghosts.
Daniel leaned back, swirling his glass, watching the entrance with calm eyes.
"Come on," he whispered. "Let's finish this."
The grand doors creaked open.
They didn't sneak in like shadows.
They walked in — like kings who no longer needed to hide.
Faisal led them, dressed in a sharp black suit, his face calm, his eyes cold.
Rayyan followed, tactical vest over his shoulders, every step controlled like a commander leading soldiers into war.
Malik walked with his bare fists taped, scars displayed proudly like medals earned in blood.
Ameer moved silently, dressed clean, but his every breath rewrote the building's security under his control.
Daniel's smile grew wider.
"Welcome, boys. You're late."
Faisal didn't return the smile.
"We wanted you to enjoy your last meal."
The weight of those words sank into the room like a storm cloud, but Daniel's pride refused to break.
"You think killing me changes anything?" Daniel's voice was low, taunting. "You think the world will bow to four kids just because you spill my blood?"
Rayyan leaned forward, elbows on the table, eyes steady.
"The world already bows. They just don't know it yet."
Daniel's smirk twitched — just for a second.
Before anyone could speak again, Malik asked the question that burned in every mind.
"How did he even know it was us?"
Faisal took a step back, removing the blood-red gloves from his hands. He reached into his pocket, pulling out his phone, pressing play.
A voice filled the room — Faisal's voice.
"Do you remember me, Daniel?
The boy you orphaned.
The shadow you created.
The ghost you thought would disappear.
You taught me the rules.
You made me a killer.
You gave me a reason to rise.
Now, I'm your consequence.
I am the debt you forgot to pay."
Malik grinned. Rayyan shook his head with a small, proud smile. Ameer whispered, "Damn…"
Faisal finally spoke, his voice colder than ever.
"I didn't want him guessing. I wanted him to know. This wasn't about power. It was personal."
Before Daniel could respond, the grand doors opened again.
This time, not for ghosts.
For the world.
One by one, they entered — Presidents, Prime Ministers, Dons, Generals, the secret rulers who lived in the shadows alongside Daniel.
They came because they already knew.
The King was dead.
And they had to see with their own eyes — who would replace him.
They stood along the walls, silent, heads slightly bowed. Not in respect.
In fear.
Without a single order, without a single word — one by one, they knelt.
Even men who once swore they'd never bow to anyone dropped to their knees.
Not because they wanted to.
Because they understood.
The ghosts were now gods.
Faisal stepped forward, standing at the head of the table.
His voice was calm, but each word carved into history.
"For too long, this world bowed to one man. One king, hiding in the shadows, pulling every string.
That era ends tonight.
From this moment forward, the world has new rulers.
Not one king.
Four."
Rayyan stepped forward beside him.
"Each of us controls a piece of this world. You do not cross into our kingdoms unless invited."
Malik cracked his knuckles.
"Every drop of blood spilled will have a price."
Ameer adjusted his watch.
"No secret stays hidden. No whisper goes unheard."
Faisal's voice returned, the final law.
"The age of kings is over.
The age of councils begins.
Adapt — or vanish."
Daniel, trembling but still proud, slowly rose from his chair.
"You think the world will follow you?" His voice cracked. "They fear me. You're just children playing with fire."
Faisal stepped so close their noses almost touched.
"You're wrong. They don't fear you anymore.
They fear the ghosts you created.
And now those ghosts have a name.
We are The Council.
We are the law.
And you?"
Faisal didn't pull a gun.
He didn't order a sniper.
He drove a dagger straight into Daniel's chest, so close Daniel could feel Faisal's breath as life slipped from his lungs.
"You're just the first page in our story."
Daniel fell back into his chair, eyes wide — not in pain, but in disbelief.
He was supposed to die a king.
Instead, he died as nothing.
The brothers stood, Daniel's blood on their hands, but no regret in their hearts.
As Daniel's corpse was dragged from the room, Faisal turned to face the kneeling leaders.
"You will return to your countries.
You will tell your people nothing has changed.
But from today — you serve us.
Not as slaves.
As partners.
Loyalty earns protection.
Betrayal earns extinction."
There were no questions.
Only bowed heads.
The throne once ruled by Daniel wasn't left empty.
It was broken into four pieces — one for each brother.
Faisal — The Brain. Controller of Global Trade, Finance, and Business.
Rayyan — The General. Controller of Global Security and Military Power.
Malik — The Enforcer. Controller of the Streets — drugs, weapons, and the underground.
Amir — The Ghost. Controller of Technology, Information, and Surveillance.
Together, they didn't just take Daniel's crown.
They replaced the entire system.
As Faisal sat at the table, he didn't lean back.
This wasn't the end.
It was the first meal at a very long table.
And the world was full of enemies.
The ghosts had become The Council.
And no one — not even God — could stop them now.
---
End of Chapter 40 - The Last Supper