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39: Diane’s Birthday [1]
Author: Faith
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It was the day of Diane’s birthday, or rather, Gregory Lancaster’s. Another grand event in less than a week.

Although the spectacle at Grand Majestic Hotel was still the talk of the town, it didn’t stop the Lancasters from throwing an extravagant celebration for Old Gregory Lancaster’s birthday.

This time, they had chosen Reign Hotel as the venue.

Reign Hotel was one of the most luxurious establishments in Brookdale, boasting ten floors, each representing a different level of exclusivity and prestige just like Echelon. The higher the floor, the greater the status, and the steeper the price. Even access to the first floor required a net worth of at least tens of millions.

For Gregory Lancaster’s birthday, the event was set on the third floor. While it wasn’t the highest, the Lancasters were still thrilled. For most of them, the second floor had been the farthest they’d ever gone. Even Gregory himself wasn’t qualified to book the third floor—he had only managed it with the backing of a
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  • 114

    He glanced down, scrolling briefly. Titles flashed on the screen: Property Title Transfer Completed, Land Documents Under Leon Ashford, Business Holdings Confirmation… All of them bearing his name. He let out a quiet chuckle, shaking his head with a hint of arrogance. “It’s just easy, isn’t it? For me.” A short distance away, Jarvis emerged from the building, adjusting the sleeves of his coat. Leon turned his head and caught sight of him, then suddenly remembered something. “Ah, yes,” he said aloud, stopping Jarvis with a slight gesture. “I need you to meet with Donald Lancaster. He wants to build his own company.” Jarvis raised an eyebrow. “Donald Lancaster? The Lancasters again? I thought I already had a contract in the works with the family… his father.” Leon asked simply, “Has it been stamped?” Jarvis shook his head. “Well… not yet, but the deal was practically…” “Then change of plans,” Leon cut in dismissively. “The family wants to break apart, so instead of w

  • 113

    Ezekiel Gates burst out of his study like a man on fire and flung open the double doors of the meeting chamber, startling everyone inside.The room was full with dozens of figures dressed in white robes, seated around a long rectangular table, mid-discussion.All their murmurs halted“Ezekiel!” Seraphina, the woman seated at the head of the table, in her mid-thirties, shot up in alarm and anger. “You know you cannot interrupt while the Council is in session!”But Ezekiel was breathless, eyes wide, barely even aware of her rebuke. He was still holding the phone to his ear, hand trembling slightly as he spoke.“Azrael… I mean, Lord Azrael, the God of Dominion is literally on the phone… Seraphina, on call with me… right now…” He marched toward the center of the long table and placed the phone down like it was holy. All eyes turned to it.The room went still. Several members rose instinctively from their seats, jaws agape.Seraphina blinked. “What?” she muttered, her voice cracking sligh

  • 112: Azrael on the phone

    Back to the present…At Pledis City…Leon wasn’t sure if he expected the news, but part of him had already known something like this was going to happen, considering how the congressman died in front of him.“I need to leave,” he said abruptly, turning to Old Master Hale without hesitation.“But wait… Lord Azrael…” the old man’s voice was laced with concern. “What about Ezekiel Gates?”Leon paused mid-step, the name snapping his thoughts back into focus. “Oh, that. Yes…”He returned to Old Master Hale’s bedside and pulled out his phone, offering it without much ceremony. “Put the number in here.”Old Master Hale blinked, surprised by it. “You… want to call him?”Old Master Hale blinked, momentarily taken aback. “You… want to call him?”Leon nodded. “Of course. Isn’t that how things work now? It’s amusing how this era makes communication too easy. In the past, you’d have to track someone across lands or wait weeks for a messenger. Now… just type and press a button as soon as possible.

  • 111: Night gone wrong

    The Mercers arrived at the bar which was their only meeting spot, and outside the door, two cloaked, hooded figures stood waiting.Cecil clutched the blanket-wrapped infants tighter, her heart thudding painfully against her ribs. Every time they came here, she felt the cold, sickening chill that clung to these people. The darkness that followed them like a stain.Frederick, as usual, wore his pride like armor, even in the face of fear. With folded arms and that same twisted smirk, he spoke up.“We brought something I’m sure your sick-minded order will love. The lives of two infants. I mean, since you people can steal children that have never been born yet, surely these ones are right up your alley.”The cloaked men didn’t flinch. The hoods covered their faces, shadows swallowing their expressions, and the night around them only made their presence more menacing.After a moment of silence, the taller figure made a small motion with his gloved hand, and his companion stepped forward to

  • 110: A day ago…

    One Day AgoSt. Mercy Hospital – Neonatal Intensive Care Unit (NICU), Level 3B, East WingThe soft, constant beeping of monitors and the low murmur of hushed conversations filled the air of the NICU hallway, and fluorescent lights buzzed quietly overhead, casting a pale glow across the floors.A man wearing teal scrubs and a surgical mask, walked steadily down the hallway while carrying a clipboard just like any other nurse on duty. He nodded casually to a passing doctor, offering a warm, professional “Good evening.”His steps slowed as he neared the secured NICU ward, Room 307A, the one that held some of the most vulnerable newborns in the hospital. Behind the large, frosted-glass doors were rows of incubators and softly lit cribs.He paused, pretending to study his clipboard, then cast a quick glance over his shoulder. The corridor was quiet, save for the soft squeak of a cleaning cart turning the corner.His hand reached for the keypad beside the NICU door.“Excuse me?”He froze,

  • 109: The Abyssal Cult

    ”I know who you are,” Old Master Hale said quietly, a reverent smile tugging at the corner of his mouth.Leon raised a brow, tilting his head slightly in mild amusement. “Do you now?”“You’re not just some wandering healer or miracle-working doctor,” the old man said with certainty. “You’re Azrael. The God of Dominion.”Leon was taken aback, utterly confused. The old man smiled at his expression, the lines on his face deepening. “I understand your confusion. After all, this isn’t knowledge a mortal like me should ever possess,” he said softly. “But I know what I know… and I knew you’d be the one to save me.”“How?” Leon asked, curious.“Because I’m part of a divine order,” the old man replied without hesitation. “Years ago, someone I trusted told me I’d fall gravely ill. That my time would come, but that I wouldn’t die. Not yet. Because Azrael, the God of Dominion, would come. And he would be the one to save me.”Leon’s eyes darkened with curiosity. “And this someone… who is he?”“Ez

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