The Formidable God Of War

"General, the Eastside heiress wishes to congratulate you on your Victory and peace-making with this Jade gift worth ten million dollars."

 "Here's an instant healer from the King of Battles to congratulate you on your Victory!"

All the expensive gifts were laid off with just a wave of his hands, not sparing them a glance.

"Gather all the Generals under me at the lobby!" His words rolled with waves of authority at his assistant.

Soon, the hall was packed filled with stern-looking soldiers, their heads bowed before the one true God of war.

"There's no need for the formalities. This would be my last day serving as the God of war!" His announcement brought electric thrills running down spines.

"It's time that I return the favor that I have left pending for five years."

Seven years ago, Mazzel the Great God of War was an aristocrat and heir of the Rendell family, and most crowd would do anything to rub shoulders with him.

But everything changed after the death of his mother and his father Got married to a witch.

After his father's death and the property was shared, Mazzle's company rose in fame while his half and step siblings mis managed their assets gradually breaking towards bankruptcy.

While Mazzle would help them in whatever way that he could, they wanted more than just his money, they wanted everything.

And while he was preparing for his wedding with his first love, he was kidnapped on his wedding night and sent off the deadliest island in the world to have a painful death.

However, he was rescued by a general at the brink of death. He learned that all his properties had been taken away, his signatures forged and fingerprints stolen, making it look liked he had run away, abandoning his wife and their unborn baby and giving everything up to the Sinclairs.

With nothing to return with, he enrolled in the military as per the request of his savoir. Training over the years endlessly and rising to the position of God of war.

Even with those seveb years of service. The scar never truly left his heart. Their betrayal, they needed to pay for it and more importantly, he needed to see the face of his long-lost wife, Kira. And he also had one more mission, to restore to name of the military in the corruption infested Eastside.

Everyone crashed to their feet in reverence. "Wherever you go, we will also!" Their announcement rocked the foundations of the building.

However, Mazzel's indifferent expression didn't bulge.

"This is my burden to bear and my ear to fight." 

"Hart!" He mused, making a turn to the God of battle who quickly bowed.

"You're in charge now while I'm away. Tend to the estate and make sure everyone is orderly. Hopefully, this isn't going to take long!" He ended.

"I will do as you have said, master!" His voice cracked with a swelling sense of responsibility.

After his meeting with his secret agents. Mazzle learned that the location of his wife was hidden. But however, it was easy for them to find his son.

But at a construction center.

The building was stiff and cold. Sounds of workers running to and fro. 

Mazzel's lips tugged against his tongue. This was supposed to be where his daughter and mother stayed according to the Intels that he had received.

Before he was sentenced to death, he had left behind a huge fortune for his mother and daughter to leave.

"You! Stop being so lazy!" His eyes quickly caught up with a seven-year-old boy trying to collect a twenty kg sack.

He wobbled under the weight of it as the owner howled at him.

"If you continue this way, I will be forced to cut your salary in half!"

The expression of the little boy grew frantic. He tried to speak but only a tired gush of air escaped from his lips.

He tried harder, pushing the sack from returning to the chubby man with forward-stretched hands, too exhausted to speak.

"The only thing you know how to do is rob me of my money!" He huffed angrily, pushing into her purse and thrusting a few pounds into the hands of the young girl.

Her eyes quirked. "Is there a problem?" Mr. Chubby inquired.

"I think you forgot my feeding allowance!" He forced the words out of her parched throat.

"Oh did? Or maybe I just think that you aren't worthy of a feeding allowance. 

Do you need a soothsayer to inform you to get some leftovers from the trash car!"

The little girl broke into an instant panic.

"Please Lord Nazar... You've held back my allowance for three days now... And my salary usually goes to my family.

I can work extra for the allowance and I promise to be on my best behavior!" The emotions threatened to burst out from her eyes.

He took a dollar and tore it right before the eyes of the boy.

"This is the last warning I'm going to give you, scram... Only if you prefer everything to be taken away from you!"

He turned around to leave, only to turn back a few moments later, an exasperated sigh gushing off from his looks.

"I'm entitled to it Lord Nazar, I worked for it. The law says so.." he summoned all the courage that he had in him.

Nazar lets out a mocking gasp. "Did you pick that up from the trash too? Cause I know that you're nothing close to educated."

"I won't leave until I get my allowance!" The stinging hunger was just enough motivation for the little boy to keep pushing. Just maybe the cruel Lord might find herself a heart.

But it only increased the velocity of his anger.

"Is that rebellion I sense?" His expression turned devilish... Causing the little boy to shiver under her stance.

Two men appeared from the side at his call, picking up the boy while he struggled, tears pouring freely from her eyes and flooding the floor. But no matter how much he struggled, it was just impossible for him to break free.

He picked up a whip and snarled.

"Seems you have forgotten how rebellious dogs are treated, I will gladly remind me!" His lips cracked with excitement.

With the whip coming down at the girl with so much scorn, Nazar's hands were stopped halfway 

His face schooled into a grim as he face paired with the dark eyes of the interruption.

"Have you no shame?" Anger rolled off from Mazzle in a deadly wave but Nazar didn't bulge despite the above-dropping temperature in the room.

"And who the hell are you? Someone who craves death badly?" He gnawed.

"You're asking the wrong questions. You should instead be asking what would become of you after this!" Though he remained calm, his cold looks shot deep into Nazar's heart.