Miss Tina noticed the serious expression on Peter's face as soon as he answered the phone call. His usual playful and relaxed demeanor had vanished, replaced by a deep frown. She stood up from the ground, still naked, and gently held his face in her hands.
"Who was that, love?" she asked softly, her voice filled with concern. "What's got you so angry? Hmm… even your excitement has faded."
Peter let out a slow breath, his mind clearly elsewhere. "Listen, Tina… let's do this another time. There's somewhere I need to be—urgently."
Tina sighed but didn't argue. "Alright, no problem. But if you finish your business early, come back to my house and… finish this business." She gave him a teasing smile.
Peter nodded slightly, quickly picking up his clothes and dressing in silence. Just as he was about to leave, Tina's voice called out to him—soft, tempting, and a little playful.
"Aren't you going to say goodbye, boy? Or were you planning to leave me like this without one?"
Peter turned back with a small smile, closing the distance between them in a few quick steps. He leaned in and gave her a soft, lingering kiss.
"This isn't a goodbye, Tina," he whispered. "It's more like… I'll see you later."
And with that, he was gone—vanishing from her sight as quickly as he had arrived.
The Temple of the Kings
In an unknown location, hidden from the eyes of ordinary people, stood The Grand Temple of the Kings. Only those who served the Kings and the Order knew of its existence. For 500 centuries, this temple had been the birthplace of powerful rulers, warriors, and legends.
The current rulers of the temple were three mighty figures:
The God of War – A towering, scarred warrior with the strength of a hundred men.
The Creed – A mysterious and deadly force.
The Ruler – The one who maintained balance and order.
Inside the temple, the God of War sat on his massive throne, his enormous frame making even the bravest warriors tremble. His body was covered in thick muscles, and his height was equal to three grown men stacked on top of each other. His face bore the marks of countless battles—deep scars that told stories of war and survival.
Before him knelt Nelly, shaking under his powerful gaze.
"How did he find out about you so quickly… without you knowing?" the God of War asked, his voice booming through the temple.
Nelly stammered, her voice barely above a whisper. "M-my king… I don't know how he discovered me."
The God of War leaned back, his massive arms resting on the throne. "Ahhh… well, no need to worry. I assume he doesn't know you work for me and the Order. But to avoid suspicion, stop following him. Instead, focus on gaining his love."
He paused, his eyes darkening with strategy.
"Peter is strong—too strong when he has no emotions. If we fought now, even with my size and power, he would defeat me. But now… he's letting his emotions take control. That's our chance. If he becomes distracted by love, anger, or fear… then I can dominate not just him, but everyone else too."
Nelly bowed deeply, her forehead touching the ground. "As you wish, my king."
With a simple wave of his hand, the God of War dismissed her, and she quickly left the temple.
Meanwhile, Luke—once a powerful warrior—lay badly beaten, barely alive after his fight with Peter. But the God of War knew something Peter didn't: Luke was only half of the Creed.
And now… Alucard was back.
The town had once been a place of chaos and darkness before Peter defeated the Creed and restored peace. But with Alucard's return, everything was about to change.
"Soon, the chaos will return," the God of War mused to himself. "And this time, let's see how the Ruler handles it all—his love, his emotions, his family, his friends… and the final battle between Alucard and Luke."
But there was something else—something even more dangerous.
Hidden threats had been watching from the shadows.
Ever since Peter defeated the Creed and brought the town back to life, unseen enemies had been waiting, plotting, and preparing.
"Peter… your future is looking more dangerous—and more interesting—than ever."
The Police Station
The police station was a chaotic place, filled with the sounds of shouting, laughter, and occasional scuffles. Inside the building, prisoners were making a lot of noise. Some were fighting among themselves, throwing punches and insults, while others were just laughing, excited to see new prisoners being brought in to join them.
Josiah and his men, along with some of Peter's elite members, had all been arrested and locked up. They were placed in a cell of their own, separated from the others. Josiah, however, was in bad shape—weak, barely able to stand, and covered in bruises. Because of his condition, the officers decided to put him in a different cell, one already occupied by a group of dangerous thugs.
The Captain's Office
Knock, knock, knock.
The captain was sitting at his desk, writing reports in a quiet, focused manner. His office was decorated with framed photos of his family—his wife, his children, and even a few from his younger days in the force. The walls were lined with certificates and awards, showing his years of service.
When he heard the knock, he didn't look up. Instead, he simply said, "Come in."
The door opened, and the sergeant stepped inside. He stood at attention, saluted sharply, then shut the door behind him.
"sergeant," the captain began, "are you certain these are the men responsible for beating up those hundred guys?"
The sergeant looked up into the eye's of the captain. "Yes, captain I'm certain. I received intel from someone who recorded the whole thing. Here's the video, sir."
He handed the captain a phone. The captain took it and watched the footage carefully. His expression shifted from curiosity to shock, then to disgust as he saw the violent scenes unfold. The video showed the brutal fights between Luke, Josiah, and Peter—punches thrown, blood spilled, and men collapsing to the ground.
When the video ended, the captain handed the phone back to the sergeant.
"According to what I just saw," the captain said, "there's still one more person missing. Where is he?"
The sergeant nodded. "Yes, sir. We've sent out a search team, and we're waiting for their report."
The captain leaned back in his chair, thinking. Then he asked, "What about the person who gave you this video? Where is he?"
The sergeant hesitated. "Sir, it was a young man. I… I don't know where he is now. I'm sorry, sir."
The captain's face darkened. He slowly stood up from his chair, his voice low but filled with anger. "You can't be serious. You haven't found the last person in this video, and you don't even know where the witness is?"
He turned his back to the sergeant, taking a deep breath to control his frustration. Then he turned back around. "Alright, what about the young men who were beaten up? Where are they now?"
The sergeant stammered. "They… they… they…"
The captain's patience snapped. He slammed both hands on his desk and shouted, "They what, Sergeant?!"
The sergeant flinched. "When I went to the hospital where we sent them this morning… they were all gone. All hundred of them. And the CCTV cameras—nothing was captured. It's like they just… disappeared."
The captain's anger turned to confusion. He slowly sat back down in his chair, rubbing his temples. "How is that possible?" he muttered to himself.
The Cell
Back in the prison cells, the situation was getting worse for Josiah.
The thug leader smirked as he looked down at Josiah, who was barely conscious. "Hold him down well, boys," he ordered. "I'm about to destroy his ass with my rod."
His men immediately grabbed Josiah, pinning him to the ground. Josiah groaned in pain, trying to fight back, but he was too weak. The thug leader pulled down Josiah's trousers, exposing him. Josiah screamed, thrashing against their grip, but the men holding him were too strong.
From the other cell, Josiah's men watched in horror. They shouted, banged on the bars, but there was nothing they could do—the cell was too strong, the bars too thick to break.
The thug leader glanced at them, then grinned. Without wasting any more time, he forced himself onto Josiah. Josiah screamed again, his body shaking as he tried to resist, but the pain was too much.
One by one, the other thugs took their turns. Josiah's screams grew weaker, his struggles fading until, finally, his body gave out. He collapsed, unconscious, barely breathing—almost at death's door.
To Be Continued…