I AM Kaelor Thane: The God Of War

The President Wrath's

Thane’s POV

The words of Viktor and Damien still replayed in my mind the moment I walked out of the memorial hall.

President Mark Wilson wanted to see me. It wasn’t an ordinary invitation; it was a summon. Every soldier in the capital knew what that meant, when the President called, you either returned with your rank intact, or you didn’t return at all.

The black BMW waiting outside was flanked by three soldiers. They didn’t even bother to salute or acknowledge my presence. That disrespect cut deep, but I held it in.

One of them opened the back door without a word. I climbed in, my face hard and unreadable. My uniform was still stiff with dried blood and dust.

The ride took almost three hours. Nobody said a word the entire time.

Washington’s skyline finally came into view. The White House stood there like a beam of light in the middle of darkness. Normally, stepping into that building filled me with pride. Tonight, it felt like a noose tightening around my neck.

The security at the gates checked me with unnecessary aggression, patting me down as if I were a criminal instead of a five-star general. My face hardened even more. I didn’t say a word. I just seethed inside.

Finally, I was led through the long corridors until I stood before the President’s office. The iron door opened. President Mark Wilson sat behind his desk, papers scattered across the polished surface, a glass of whiskey in his hand. His eyes met mine, colder than the marble floors.

“General Thane,” he said angrily, his voice dripping with disdain. “The so-called God of War. Sit down.”

I saluted out of habit, though my hand trembled with suppressed rage. “Mr. President”

“I didn’t ask you to salute,” he snapped. “I said sit.”

The disrespect burned through me. I lowered my hand in pain and disgust, then sat stiffly in the chair opposite him.

He stared at me like I was nothing. “Kaelor Thane. The God of War. Once the pride of the army, now nothing more than a stain on this country’s reputation.”

He swirled the whiskey in his glass and leaned back. “Do you know why you’re here, Thane?”

My gray eyes narrowed. “I assume it’s about the rumors and lies Viktor and Damien have been spreading.”

“Lies?” He laughed bitterly. “You mean the reports that say you hesitated during an ambush? That you let Sahil Riyas escape until Shawn cleaned up your mess? That you practically handed your comrades to death? Those lies?”

My fists tightened on the armrests. “I did not,” I said, trying to keep my tone calm.

“Don’t interrupt me!” He slammed his glass on the desk. The sound made me flinch, though I tried to hide it.

He leaned forward. “Do you even realize how much shame you’ve brought to this administration and country? I promoted you because I thought you were the best. I thought you could carry the title of God of War with honor. And now look at you. You’re accused of betrayal, accused of cowardice, accused of corruption. Do you know what people are calling you out there?”

I stayed silent, my jaw clenched so hard it hurt.

“They’re calling you a disgrace. A man who hides behind dead soldiers and takes credit for victories he didn’t earn. And honestly, Thane…” He sneered. “I agree with them.”

His words cut deeper than bullets. If anyone else had spoken to me like that, I would’ve shown them real power. But this was the President of the United States. I dared not.

“I have bled for this country,” I said slowly, forcing my voice to remain steady. “I have given everything, my blood, my comrades, my family name. And now you choose to believe cowards like Viktor and Damien over me?”

President Mark smirked. “Why shouldn’t I? Shawn proved herself. She killed Sahil Riyas while you lay in the dirt like a wounded animal. She’s young, disciplined, admired. You? You’re yesterday’s news. A cracked and wrecked sword. Useful once, now just dangerous to keep around.”

I rose from my chair, my anger spilling over. “Don’t you dare compare me to Shawn! Don’t you dare tell me I am finished!”

The President stood too, his face flushed with arrogance and disgust. “Sit down, Thane! I am the President of the United States. You do not raise your voice to me! If you do, I will punish you and make your life miserable. Know your place, Thane.”

“I speak the truth, Mr. President,” I growled, forcing myself to calm down. “You’ve let venomous snakes whisper into your ear, and now you spit their poison at me. Viktor and Damien are traitors. They’re plotting against me and you’re too blind to see it.”

He chuckled coldly. “You think I care about your paranoia? You think your words matter to me? Let me tell you what matters, General Thane, results. And you’ve failed. The God of War… failed.”

He took a slow sip of his whiskey. “You’re nothing but a soldier who let his men die,” he said, each word were deliberate and cruel. “Your glory days are over. From now on, you will not take part in major missions. Commander Shawn will be the face of our victories. You will fade into the background where you belong. You will hardly have a place among your comrades.”

I glared at him. For a second, I knew he could see the pain in my eyes. But I didn’t flinch.

“Get out of my office before I have security drag you out,” he barked, his voice full of scorn. He even spat on the floor near me.

I stood there, my chest heaving. His words had stripped me of my honor. They were sharper and more hurtful than any blade.

Without another word, I turned on my heel and marched out. The guards at the door laughed under their breath as I passed, but I didn’t look at them.

The first disrespect had stung. The second cut deeper.

The corridors felt really heavy as I walked through them. My steps were heavy from the agony of pains pressing down on me. 

When I finally stepped outside, the air outside hit me, cooling my skin for a moment but my rage was still there. 

The White House was still behind me, cold and smug.

And then I couldn’t hold the pain anymore. I had to let it out.

I tilted my head back and screamed, my raw roar that tore through my chest and vibrated across the grounds. I hit my fist against the White House gates. The iron bars banged so loud they sounded like thunder.

Security rushed forward, shouting and trying to surround me, but I didn’t care. I ran, my anger spilling into the night, still uncontrollable.

I had been humiliated. I had been stripped of my

honor. And now, everyone would have to pay for this pain, even President Mark.