All Chapters of They Will All Bow To Me!: Chapter 121
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Chapter 121
Scofield Estate… The Next Day Mira stood alone at the center of the main ritual hall, dressed in traditional Scofield attire, layers of fabric embroidered with ancient sigils that caught the light when she moved. The room itself felt older than the mansion that housed it, its high ceiling carved with symbols that told the story of generations long dead. The air was heavy, expectant, as if the walls themselves were waiting. She folded her hands in front of her, spine straight, chin lifted. Calm. Composed. Untouchable. This was her moment. The doors opened in unison. The elders entered one by one, each wearing the same ceremonial attire, their expressions unreadable. In their hands, they carried the seven totems. Mira’s eyes flickered just for a moment. One elder stepped forward and began to place the totems on the floor. One by one, they were arranged in a perfect circle around her, each artifact faintly glowing, resonating with the others as if recognizing their proximity. The
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Barry was about to continue his banter with Jace but Michael lifted a hand, stopping him mid-sentence. “Get back in the car.” Barry turned to him, disbelief flashing across his face. “What? Michael, no. He’s right there. You’re not seriously thinking of giving up are you?” Michael looked at him. That was all it took. Barry shut his mouth, jaw tight, and nodded once. He turned and climbed back into the passenger seat without another word. Celia in the back let her fingers grip the edge of the seat as she watched Michael through the windshield, unease settling deep in her chest. She already knew what was coming next. Michael walked around the car and opened the driver’s door. “Get off. Now.” He said to Danny. Danny blinked, confusion and panic colliding. “W-what? I can’t just-! This isn’t my car. It’s my company’s. I’ll get fired if something happens to it.” Michael didn’t repeat himself. He leaned in slightly, his shadow falling over Danny’s face. “Out.” Danny scrambled out so
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Cristy dropped to her knees beside Michael, hands trembling as she cupped his face. Gerald followed, slower but just as heavy with guilt, kneeling on his other side. The marble floor felt cold beneath them, the air thick with pressure and something far older than fear. “We’re sorry.” Cristy said, her voice breaking. “We tried. I swear we did. But we couldn’t stop the ritual.” Michael’s brow furrowed. The word echoed in his head, cutting through the pain for just a second. “Ritual?” He rasped. “What… Ritual?” His breathing came out uneven as he forced himself to lift his head. His vision swam, edges blurring, but then he saw it, the crimson glow bathing the far end of the hall. A barrier of pulsing red energy surrounded Mira, enclosing her like a living cage. The sight made his chest tighten, and the pain in his skull flared violently, like something responding to that light. He sucked in a sharp breath, fingers digging into the floor. Gerald swallowed hard. “This is my failure.”
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Michael knew right away, before his feet even left the marble floor, that he wasn’t going to win this fight. Not now that Mira was buffed up by the totems’ power. But backing down wasn’t an option. He lunged anyway, his teeth clenched, his muscles screaming as he pushed everything he had into the charge. Mira turned just in time, her expression still smug, still composed, but for the first time since the ritual ended, annoyance flickered in her eyes. Michael didn’t give her time to recover it. He twisted mid-step, striking low, then high, forcing her to move instead of simply overpowering him. The impact of their clash sent ripples of energy across the hall, rattling chandeliers and cracking the marble beneath their feet. Guards and elders scrambled back, shielding themselves from the shockwaves. Mira clicked her tongue. “Persistent.” She muttered, “You surely don't believe that you can take me, do you?” Michael answered with another strike, this one fueled by raw defiance rat
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The elder did not lower his voice when he continued. If anything, it grew heavier, layered with urgency. “We’re trying to keep the prophecy’s details from her for as long as we can.” He firmly said as he looked around discreetly. “If she finds out the full truth, and what role you play in it, she’s going to try to end you.” The words settled like dust. Michael’s eyes fell on the ritual book, the leather creaking softly as the elder held it in his arms. “Wouldn’t be her first time.” Barry cut in dryly, arms crossed. “I don’t know if you’re aware, but your new head sent some suicidal maniacs after us. They tried to crash the damn plane we were in.” Several elders stiffened. “Even had some men deployed outside the property to stop us from getting close.” Celia added, her voice calm but edged with restrained anger. “I don't know what you were thinking, making someone like that your lead when all you could've done was wait for a few hours.” A murmur rippled through the council chambe
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The next morning arrived quietly… A knock soon interrupted the quiet. Barry answered the door still half-asleep, hair a mess, wearing a loose hoodie that kept him warm enough in the cold morning. His expression shifted instantly when he saw who stood on the other side. “Celia?” His face lit up. “You’re alive, I was starting to get worried since you didn’t call. And…” His eyes dropped to the bags in her hands “... You brought food.” She stepped past him without waiting for an invitation. “Knowing you two, you probably had noodles for dinner.” Barry opened his mouth to defend himself, but her gaze drifted toward the kitchen trash can. Several empty noodle cups stared back at her like silent witnesses. She sighed deeply. “For a billionaire and…" She paused, brow furrowing as she searched for the right term to use for Michael, “… A gazillionaire, you two sure are disappointing.” Barry rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. “Who would even have an appetite after everything that happ
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Michael woke up sometime in the early evening. For a moment, he simply lay there, staring at the ceiling, registering the unfamiliar but welcome feeling settling in his body. He felt… Good. His muscles were relaxed, the lingering ache from the previous day of nonstop tension was finally gone. His head was clear, no pounding pain, no fog. Just a steady, grounded sense of awareness and motivation, like his body had finally caught up with his resolve. He turned slightly, and froze. Celia was asleep beside him. Her hair spilled loosely across the pillow, her breathing slow and even. One arm rested between them, fingers curled slightly as if she had fallen asleep mid-thought. For a split second, Michael was confused. Then the memory came back to him, her insisting for him to rest, the kiss, his half-joking demand that she stay. A small smile tugged at his lips. He watched her for a moment longer than necessary, committing the sight to memory, then carefully slipped out of bed, makin
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Michael stepped back, his body reacting before his mind could catch up. Mira chuckled, clearly enjoying his reaction. “You like my new trick?” She asked lightly. “I unlocked it a while ago. It’s hard to control, but…” Her eyes slid to the book in his hand, and her smile sharpened. “It really comes in handy.” She took a slow step toward him. “You really went through all this trouble just to take that?” She said, faking a pout. “Sneaking around the estate, dodging guards, breaking into my study. You must really want me to fail as a leader.” “It doesn’t belong to you.” Michael said firmly. Mira laughed. “It does though. I’m the head of the family now, remember?” Her eyes began to glow red, lighting up the dark study. “Or did my blast knock that out of your head?” They began to circle each other, tension getting thicker in the air. “You don’t have to do this, Mira.” Michael said, putting a hand in front of him. “We can stop. We can go back to being okay.” Her laughter this time was
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Scofield estate. Dining hall. Silverware clinked softly against porcelain, the sound far too loud for how tense the room felt. No one spoke. The long table was filled, elders seated stiffly along the sides, Cristy and Gerald at the head, Mira across from them but it felt hollow, like a gathering of strangers forced into the same space. She calmly buttered her toast, took a bite, then finally broke the silence. “Your son paid a visit last night, stole my book too.” Cristy’s hand froze around her teacup. She looked up slowly. “What happened?” She asked, her voice tight despite her effort to keep it steady. Mira scoffed and leaned back in her chair. “Oh?” She tilted her head. “I bet you’re dying to ask how he is, Mother.” Cristy’s brows knitted together. For a moment, she said nothing at all. The answer was written plainly on her face, and that only seemed to irritate Mira further. Gerald cleared his throat. “It’s what happens when you forcefully take what isn’t yours.” The temper
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Mira stood still, looking down at Michael’s body. His eyes were empty now, staring at nothing. Blood spread beneath him, dark and warm against the broken floor. For a moment, she simply watched. Then she smiled. “Now you won’t be in my way anymore.” She said calmly. “Have a nice nap… Twin.” She bent down, took the Scofield Heir Guide from his loose grip, and waved it once in front of his face. “This belongs to me, by the way.” Without another word, she turned and walked out of the apartment. Her footsteps faded down the hall. The silence she left behind felt heavy, like the world itself was holding its breath. Michael did not move. His body was stiff. Cold. Seconds passed, then minutes. Then… His fingers twitched. His chest suddenly rose as he sucked in a sharp, desperate breath. His eyes flew open, wide with shock and pain, light slowly returning to them. His whole body shook as air rushed back into his lungs, burning like fire. He gasped again, coughing weakly. He had died.