The Dragon King's Revenge

Chapter 4

Kane stood over the dead body, looking at it, almost empty and void of any emotion that could get him anything other than the anger he felt within himself.

"I see they pissed you off."

The man in a white suit spoke up, looking at the piles of dead bodies.

Kane stayed silent and turned to the soldiers who had come with him.

"Damien, did they..."

"They brought them, so you dont need to worry about it."

The man in the white suit was Damien Matthews, Kane's second-in-command, or, as people called him, the Right Hand of Destruction.

Kane turned to the warriors and bowed his head slightly.

Then almost immediately, the warriors signaled the car.

Other people brought down tombstones made of gold, decorated with diamonds and other rare stones.

There were six; they lined them up behind the cups Kane had set up.

The stones bore the names of all Kane's fallen family members.

"Damien," Kane muttered, watching the workers set up the tombstones.

"Yeah?"

"How fast can you get me the location where the Vincents have the party every year? And also get me an invitation."

Kane gave the instruction and started to turn when Damien handed him a phone.

He turned to see the look on Damien's face, and he could tell what it was.

"Trying to leave this call is going to make him get even more agitated, so the best thing to do is to take it and call him."

Damien sounded a bit off; he seemed tired.

Kane knew that there wasnt a chance for him to avoid it anymore. Taking the phone from Damien, he dialed a number.

The call connected, and someone answered.

"Hello, Master..."

"Boy, I have told you to call me grandfather. Grant me this wish before I die one day."

"We both know you are very stubborn to leave this earth like that."

The man on the other end of the call laughed a bit, then he stopped.

"Kane, my boy, I have one request from you. I know I told you that there wasnt anything I would ask of you. But this is going to be the only thing I will ever ask for."

Kane stood there, silent, knowing there wasnt anything that would make the Grandmaster even think of talking to him like this.

"I will transfer the last two remaining inheritances you have from me, one today and the other after you have finalized it."

Kane's eyes widened a bit; he couldnt understand what he was trying to get him to do, but it seemed important.

"What is it?"

He asked, trying to get it out of his master before anything else would bring it crawling out of his head.

"I want you to get engaged and marry the Heiress of the Hale family of Northcrest."

There was silence on both ends.

"What do you mean by that? How am I going to marry someone I know nothing about?!"

Kane sounded confused, trying to put everything together.

"It is something that will be of great help to you. I will explain when the time is right, but for now I need you to make sure that there isnt going to be a mistake."

The Master warned.

Kane stood there; he had heard his master, and he couldn't shake the feeling that something was going to hold him down.

"I will do as you say, but I think you are killing the dreams of this woman by putting her with someone like me."

"Worry not, my child; you arent going to kill her dreams or life. If anything, I think you need her by your side."

Kane stood there silent; he couldnt think of anything else to say to his master.

"Master, I know that this is something hard for me to say. But I promise you, once all this is settled, I will make sure..."

"You dont need to make me that promise; you are already doing something for me."

Kane nodded; he looked up with a warm smile.

"I will speak to you later, Master..."

With that, the call ended.

Kane stood there as the phone glowed, showing him a notification of the transfer his master had made.

A smile slowly crept onto his face.

"Lord Kane, I think you want to see this."

Damien called for him, snapping him back to reality.

He turned to him; Damien walked over with everything he needed.

"I have the hotel name and everything you need to get into the party. But there is something else there; they have certain things up for auction."

Damien pointed, trying to make sure Kane saw what was going on.

Kane stared at the phone, and his aura slowly leaked out.

"These animals!!"

Kane was on the verge of exploding.

"I have gotten you the identity, Alaric Frost. Your name is on the invite list, and if you move now, you will have enough time to get to the party and meet up with the auction."

Damien spoke, trying to make sure he gave Kane everything he needed for the quest.

Kane nodded; he turned to look at the tombstones. He gave a calm bow, then turned back to Damien.

"The hotel is Aetherion's Garden," Damien replied quickly, his face still dull.

Kane stood there, eyes on the phone, then slowly looked up at the car he'd be taking for the mission.

"Be sure that they place everything here well in order. I will give you a call when I am done."

He spoke before walking to the car, with his mind on one thing and one thing alone.

The beginning of his vengeance...

His car zoomed away, disappearing into the distance.

-Aetherion Hotel-

The scenery was beautiful, and by far one of the few places many would pray to find.

A Black Audi Nuvolari suddenly drove in, its powerful engine roaring. Everyone turned to look at the car; they were drawn to it and the weight it carried as it drove with an elegance laced with authority.

"Who has that ride?"

"I dont know, I haven't seen that around Karndor before."

"Keith Vincent might have invited one of his overseas friends; this guy has to be one of the great royals from Europe or so."

The car stopped, and out stepped a 6'2-tall, silver-white-haired man with a minor scar on his face.

Kane Black, or as they would know him for tonight...Alaric Frost.

The women outside turned to look at him; their looks showed they were pleased to see such a man.

"My, my, the heavens do have favorites."

"You can say that again. I have to know if there is a way for me to get myself wrapped around that piece of work!!"

Kane looked up and noticed the entire place seemed to have some sort of ambiance.

As he stepped in, someone walked up to him, dressed in all-black, and looked him in the eye. He was a valet, and from the look of it, he had a giddy smile on his face, like he was doing this for someone big.

Kane didnt care; he wasnt here for anything other than the heads of the men he was after.

The valet then spoke.

"Sir, you arent meant to park there. It is reserved for Daran Becker. And-"

Kane turned to look at the man; his eyes had a powerful glare that sent shivers down the spine of the man who came to talk to him.

The valet didn't try to say another word to Kane; he backed off, knowing he wouldn't get through.

Kane walked into the party, leaving the man there to ponder who sent him.

He turned and ran back to the park, where a Bugatti was parked, with two men inside.

"Mr. Becker, I am sorry for the inconvenience, but I couldnt get the man to move his car..."

One of the men inside the car, who had a scar on his right eye, had a woman clinging to him.

"Hah? Who is the deadbeat who thinks that they can defile me?!"