An Extremely Overpowered God Of War

Chapter 11

 But grief would have to wait.

Raymond looked at his mother's grave one final time at the crooked marker, the dirty name tag, the rubbish that had been allowed to pile up around the only resting place she had been given  and he made her a silent promise.

 Not with words, because words felt insufficient for what he was carrying right now. Just with the stillness of a man who has decided something that cannot be undecided.

“I know I've disappointed you, Mom,” he said quietly, his voice barely above a breath. 

“I know I'm not even worthy enough to call myself your son right now. Not after everything I let happen to you.” He paused. 

“But I'm going to find her. I'm going to find her and make sure she is safe and that she is not in any danger. And I believe I have to believe that that is the one thing that will make you forgive me.”

Immediately he straightened, pulled out his phone.

He scrolled to a number he thought he wouldn't have to dialed in a long time.  

Then he pressed call, and It rang once.Just once.

“Master.” The voice on the other end came through immediately, alert and steady.

Raymond didn't waste time on pleasantries. There was no room for them.

“I need your help, David,” he said. “I need it now.”

There was a brief sound on the other end movement, the shift of someone straightening where they stood, and when David King's voice came back it had changed entirely. The casual alertness was gone, replaced by something more formal, more absolute, the voice of a man who understood exactly what it meant when this particular person called and used those particular words.

“Master Raymond.” David's voice was low and steady, and even through the phone the weight of it was unmistakable. 

“Anything you want. Anything at all. Just say it, and it will be done  completely, and without a single moment of delay.”

Hearing what David just said Raymond nodded.

“Good. Listen to me carefully.” He kept his eyes ahead, his free hand loose at his side, the trained composure of a military man holding everything else in check beneath the surface. 

“You know what you are capable of. You know your resources and you know your reach, so I am not going to tell you how to do what you do. What I am going to tell you is what I need.”

He paused for just a moment, collecting the details into the right order in his mind.

“My sister is missing. I don't believe she is dead I am going on the belief that she is still alive and that she is somewhere that can be found. What I do know is that my wife's family my former wife's family had a hand in whatever happened to her. They had access to her. They had her under their roof and then they claim she simply ran off with some man.” 

His jaw tightened. 

“I don't believe that entirely. I believe they pushed her out, or worse. So that is where you start. Start with them, start with anyone connected to them, and then go wider search every database you need to search, pull every record, call in every contact. I don't care what it takes or what it costs.”

He stopped walking just before the gate, his eyes moving briefly back over his shoulder toward the row of markers behind him.

“I want to know her exact location, David. I want to know that she is alive and I want to know where she is.” His voice dropped slightly, taking on an edge that left absolutely no room for anything other than complete seriousness. “You have five minutes. Not six. Five.”

On the other end of the line, there was the sound of movement quick, immediate movement, the sound of a man already in motion before the call had even finished.

And then David King's voice came back, clear and unwavering, carrying the absolute certainty of someone who has never once failed to deliver on a promise made to Raymond.

“No problem, Master,” he said, his tone as steady as bedrock. “In less than five minutes, I will provide you with the exact location of your sister.”