Blood Thirst: God of War

Divorce

Julius was shocked after hearing the name, Kenneth Colton!? How the hell did that happen?

There was something fishy, he quickly scanned everyone's faces to see any sign of surprise, but nobody was going to say anything. 

To them, Kenneth was a hero! A kind hearted man who was ready to do anything for anyone, while Julius was just a loser. A wounded mule wasn't even good for carrying weight.

But unlike everyone else, Mr. Gracia had never trusted Kenneth even for a second! 

However, before he could have objected, Quella sneered. 

“What do you think you are looking at, you mutt? Do you really think that my Grandfather would never come back to his senses and you could keep fooling him forever! No! After Kenneth donated his blood to him, he must have realized the difference between a fox and a lion!”

“What the hell are you saying Quella? How can grandpa change his Will inside the operation theatre? And you're forgetting one thing: he is not Mr. Garcia’s grandson-in-law! I am! Because legally, we are still married–”

"For now.”

Quella said calmly, and Julius looked at her. 

"We are legally married for now, but not for too long. Because I want to get married to Kenneth, which will officially make him a part of this family.”

  

Saying this, she stepped forward, holding out a stack of papers. 

“I need you to sign these papers. Our marriage was just a farce for the world, and now that Grandpa is gone, there is no reason to continue it anymore. I want a divorce, I have every right to choose a better life for myself. And of course, you are no longer part of this family.”

There was a brief moment of silence, before celebratory cheers filled the hall.

 

"Finally! Thank Goodness!" 

"This dead weight should’ve been gone ages ago, but it's never too late!”

"The old man Nolan was just confused when he kept him around. I'm happy that at last, he came to know the true colours of this crow, whom he considered a swan."

Kenneth looped his arm around Quella’s waist, pulling her against himself as he smirked. 

"Julius, take my advice and don’t drag this matter unnecessarily. Be a man for once in your life, and walk away."

On hearing Quella's offer, Julius stared at the stack of papers that Quella had thrown on his face. Without a word, Julius placed the papers back onto the table, turned around, and walked out of the funeral.

"There he goes, tucking his tail between his legs!!”

“Thank God! There is a silver lining in every cloud, and the old man's death finally got us rid of that leech."

“You are really brave Mrs. Colton, we always knew Kenneth is the right match for our Quella! Thank you for fighting on our behalf and casting that bat out of our family.”

“Yes! You are right, otherwise I was afraid that a pig like him is not going to leave us so easily. And look, how he is walking without even taking the money she was generously offering him! I can bet he is going to regret the moment he is going to step outside this hall.”

“I bet he’s going to go cry in some alley. Maybe we'll find him begging on the streets.”

Laughter rang through the hall, but Julius didn't bother to reply at all. Outside, the rain had begun to pour heavily, but he walked out, without caring about the cold droplets soaking his hospital gown.  

Needing something to calm himself, he reaches into his pocket. He pulled out a cigarette, and lit it with his left hand, as he dialed a number with the other.

"Tell them," he said, voice low but clear. "The God of War is coming out of retirement. And yes! Make this effective immediately, the Garcia family’s protection is revoked. Let them fend for themselves, I don't have any association with them anymore."

"Understood, Your Majesty."

Julius cut the call, exhaling a cloud of smoke. 

He had considered them his own family, and carried that relationship with sincerity. But they were never worthy of it, as they only wanted to take from him.

And now, he had nothing left to give… except his revenge.

A thought arrived in his head, this was when a gentle hand touched his shoulder, pulling him out of his thoughts. 

He turned his head slightly, and found a woman standing there, holding an umbrella over him. She leaned into the shade of the umbrella, whispering in awe;

“I finally found you,  Julius.”