“No I’m not.” Nicholas replied calmly. His deep voice added a touch of firmness to the reply. Jean looked at him, looked even harder, looked away and looked back again. He showed his head and stood up, putting both hands on his hip“I’ve been talking to a mad man this entire time haven’t I? You have gone bloody senile haven’t you?” Jean accused him. Nicholas found it funny although he knew it wasn’t . Only mad men would think of doing what he was asking for.“The Prince has the influence I need to get into the En Companion Tower. I’ve tried and failed before. I won’t fail again, I need his help to make sure of that.”“The prince of IRLORE is the devil. He is from hell. He answers to the devil every night and he sleeps with witches. He is bellzabul or whatever they call it. He will rip in pieces before you cross the border into his neighboring states, not even his state. He doesn't do favors, you of all people know that.”“Still I need his help. My enemy brought an entire army against

“Daddy he is bleeding. You can’t be asking him questions in a situation like this.” Zalaya yelled at her father, he sneered at her, she ignored him, rushing to Nicholas.“Zalaya, wait…” Nicholas grumbled, getting up painfully. He straightened himself, clenching his teeth as he swallowed the pain and heaved. He looked The prince in the eyes again.“You are right, I am related to the Belford family’s patriarch. He is my father. I am the heir of the Belford family.”Everyone looked at him. There was an instant spell of silence on their lips, then, The Prince began to laugh. His laughter filled the entire room. It sounded so freaking upsetting. Nicholas clenched his fist, but everything about him was calm. He stood firm, with his dead eyes, blood dripping from his bullet wound.It took the big fat Prince five minutes to finally stop laughing. He came close to Nicholas and patted him on the back, really hard. The Prince breathed, chuckling a little bit.“Oh boy, you have quite a sense of

EN COMPANION TOWERNicholas stood in front of the finest tower ever built in the whole world. More beautiful than any of the other four towers. The beautiful tower has been wrecked. It looked like a zombie version of its original look. Well, he expected the chaos would escalate to the point of damaging the tower but this kind of damage, he did not fathom at all.He looked down at the scorched and bludgeoned bodies of Anton’s henchmen. Anton was not amongst them. It didn’t surprise him though. He knew he would have to hunt Anton and he was already loving the thought of that.“I count about eighty four bodies. That’s almost everyone we made sure was in the tower when we released the broadcast. Huh, I have to admit these people did a better job than any Mafia gang I know. We should do this again. I wonder if we can employ this city to become our henchmen.”She looked at Nicholas, he was not saying a word. He didn’t even catch the joke. She clicked her mind. Honestly she had to stop carin

The husky fellow stepped aside, allowing the pretty lady to go first. The woman took off the thin purple scarf that tried a little to hide her cleavage.She sauntered to Nicholas’ table and pulled herself a seat. She crossed her leg and let out a loud sigh. “This view is getting so old. When will this restaurant change this crappy sight? I mean it’s about time, don’t you think?” She glanced at Nicholas. He met her gaze and looked away, ignoring her. His vodka was more important and he made sure she understood that.“Drinking alone huh? That must be so lonely.” She stood up and circled around the table. Her fingers crawled up Nicholas’ arm and stopped on his shoulder. She massaged him gently while she brought her lips close to his ears and whispered.“Don’t waste a lovely night like this. I know a really good place where you can have all the vodka you want and even more.” She stuck out her tongue and licked his lips. Nicholas shuddered, standing up from his seat and shaking her off imm

A HOUR LATERThe husky fellow stood over the body of Nicholas, staring down at what he had done. There was blood all over the floor and on his suit. He looked like he had just slaughtered an animal. Lumps of Nicholas’ flesh were lying around. He had carelessly flung them in different directions while he’s performing his terrible knife job and listening to the blood curdling sound of Nicholas’ scream.The fellow puffed, dipping his bloody hand in his pocket and pulling out his phone. He dialed the last number on his contact list. The phone rang before the guy on the other end picked up.“Is he dead or alive?” was the first thing the receiver spoke immediately he put the phone close to his lips.“He is alive, unfortunately.”“Bring him back then. It’s not our fault he has such a rotten fate.”“I will do that. I’m going to need my brothers, it’s quite…” he glanced at Nicholas. “Red and wet over here. I will need someone to drive me out, give me a change of everything. Make it a comfy ca