Darius was back in the mansion, as he tried to rest his head, knowing that they were bound to be dealing with other things after everything that happened in the meeting of the heavens. ‘I didn't expect them to be that way, but then it is something I am new to, so I am not going to force anyone to be open with me on the first go.’ He sat there, reading a scroll Luther had left him. It was to help him understand the way Thalos worked and what it was he was going to be looking out for. “The other warlords aren't that much of a problem for me; I just need to take out Sable, and the rest would be down in no time, so there has to be something I can—” Darius paused. One of the names he saw in the list of warlords was eerily familiar to him, but he couldn't tell how or what made the name feel like something he had seen or heard. “Hortio Jaeger?”Jaeger? Darius sat there, as his mind went back to everyone he had met with in Zeta Doom. But there was no one bearing that name. He tried to

Somewhere in Thalos…The area was filled with different vibes of people; it was like a field filled where different flocks of people were trying to get by in their lives. This was the part of Thalos that was called the Fractured Zones; it was the worst place to be caught in any kind of trouble, knowing that there wasn't any chance for them to make it out alive. In one of the hotels that had the lights flickering almost like it was about to go off, at the entrance, near the automatic doors, a couple of people sat folded half on the curb, their fingers twitching towards empty glass pipes, every nerve screaming for one last plume of ozario… They were all wasted, looking for the next one that would put their mind into a frenzy, the chill they needed to be on that pedestal before anything else would make them lose the feeling. On the very top floor of the hotel, sat a man dressed in an expensive suit with a cruel smile on his face as he watched the people struggling to keep their sanit

Arnold Zigga had done his best to hide his family from the very people he had been warned about. Darius had told him the day he saved his wife and child that someone was trying to kill him and his family. And his family's disappearance from the radar was one of the strangest things that anyone in the city would have found hard to believe. “So you are telling me that the Warden’s family just vanished from the radar?” Mark turned to look at the men he had sent to find out what happened with Arnold and what they were trying to hide. The men were in fear; they hardly saw Mark talk or even act like it was going to affect him. One of them walked forward, shivering as he stood at ease. “Sir, we have looked everywhere, and there isn't a trace of their whereabouts. It's almost like they–” “If I wanted to hear an excuse, I would have gone to the preschool down the street…” Mark stared at the man who was trying to speak; he could see the look on his face. “Now tell m

Everyone in the hall froze; they didn't expect Luther to say something like that about the man standing next to him so casually. Darius wasn't even that surprised by their reaction; anyone in the normal sense would have acted that way too. “I honestly thought he was an intern that would be working here.” “I thought the same thing, but we were wrong!” The man who had asked the question was looking at Darius and Luther, almost like he had been trying to find something out, and when it didn't come as he had expected. “So what you are trying to say?” he muttered, looking at Darius from head to toe, knowing that there was not much for him to even say about what was unfolding right in front of them. “It is just like I said, Mr. Henry; I needed to make sure that you wouldn't be getting your heads tangled in a pickle when he comes by here.” Luther explained, turning to look at Darius, giving him a nod as they started heading to the conference hall. “Henry, we will be having a brief me

Darius stared into the man's eyes, and the fear the latter felt wasn't something he could describe or put a finger on. “Now I would have expected you to tell and roar that I was making false accusations, but you’re looking me in the eye, sweating dry.” Darius muttered, his voice cold and hollow. He was sure that there would be something done about the way he was acting, but he noticed everyone in the hall was silent, looking at him. Bill did not try to fight the accusation, not because he was the only one involved. “For some reason, everyone present seems to be doing their very best to act like they have no hand in this. But there has to be something connecting you with Ol’ Bill here.” Darius smirked, trying to keep himself in control, knowing that they weren’t going to let anything bolt away. “Are you insane?” One of the men spoke up, his voice shot through the room like a bullet, causing Darius to turn to him. “You know, there is a good chance that Bill will allow you to tal