The Formidable God Of War

Chapter 6

"You left left us to those cruel bastards for seven years. I waited for you. Never was there a call or a text!"

A grip tightened into the heart of Mazzel. Those were among some of the strict rules that had been set up by the military.

And when he had crossed that stage, he had the peace of the country to fight for with her always on his mind.

Mazzle remained calm. This would be little punishment compared to what she had been made to go through over the years.

"And what do you think, that you can just walk up to over lives? Anytime you wish and we're all going to pretend like it's all flowers and roses?"

A tear of tear escaped from her eyes as she spoke...

"We were doing perfectly alright after getting over your abandonment. Now you are back, they are not going to let me off the hook

Why did you come back!" She continued hitting him on the chest while Mazzle didn't bulge collecting every single bit of the hit without any protection. The King of Arena was at the break of passing out...

"You think that you can just come around and start acting hero? Do you realize what you have done?" She growled, pains evident in her voice.

"I'm sorry I left you Kira. I have no excuse. Tell me what's wrong and I will get it fixed right away!"

"So you don't even know what was at stake while you barged those doors and walked right into the place like a king.

You didn't know that you were putting the life of my father on the line after the rest of my relatives had all been brutally murdered!" She cried out.

"I don't want to see your face ever again..."

"I'm going to fix it..." Mazzle said almost in a whisper but she got the sound and instantly paused.

A gush of ferial laughter escaped from her mouth. "You will stop the Sinclair from executing my father after framing him for a crime he knows nothing about just to make me resist selling myself off to those old hags?" The pain was woven into her completely calm voice.

"Yes..." She slapped him again, this time harder. A whirlwind of emotion was summed up in her eyes and heart.

"How stupid. Where have you been living all these while, under a rock?" She glared.

"Trying to get yourself killed do you make me live with the guilt for the rest of my life?" She thundered.

"Or what do you think you are? Within seven years, you became the almighty God of War who can command legions with just a wave of the hand. You must be a joker!" She crashed back to the bed, exhausting every single bit of energy that she had within her, and sobbed.

As much as Mazzle wanted to pat her, he resisted the urge. It was obvious that she also wanted to hide the facts about the child for now.

Mazzle walked outside, turning to the Hart who quickly pretended like he had seen nothing, knowing the his gaze was already sensed.

"I want you to clear James Thompson's name and make him free to be released. I will collect him right away!" He noted.

Meanwhile, at the correctional center, the chief officer sat with a broad smile on his face, counting the bundle of cash that had just been delivered.

"The Sinclairs family are indeed very generous."

A guard walked in and a frown soon cut across his face. And soon after, Mazzle walked in.

"Are you here to plead for a close relative? The system doesn't work that way!"

"I'm Mazzle Guard!" He had taken up the name of his mother instead of his father who had brought a witch to live with them.

"Oh. You're the one that the authority noticed me about. Who do you intend to see before they are sent off to heaven?" He inquired.

"James Thompson!" He revealed.

The prosecutor immediately paused. A wave flushed through his eyes. The family that paid him off had mentioned that nobody should be sent close to him. 

"I'm sorry but his files are off-limits!" The officer said with a stale look on his face.

After being paid such a large amount of money. Ferad could not dare to mess up.

And apart from the fact that he had been paid such a large amount of money to do some cleaning job that he would have done on a normal day, the Sinclair family as much as they were generous were also known for their cruelty, destroying anyone that stood how their path, no matter how close these people where.

"It wasn't a request!" Mazzle noticed.

Farad immediately cocked his brow in a questioning manner. His looks gave off an icy touch.

"And who do you think you are? The commander in chief? Or the supervisor of the Eastside?" Each syllable was infested with disdain.

"You aren't any of this. You're nothing but a common peasant who I could easily add to the list, anytime I see fit. So why do you think that I should give you a passing glance through the pages of this man's files?" He inquired, with an arrogant brow still cocked.

"I believe there's a misunderstanding here. I'm not here to look at his files. I'd rather here discard them and have you release him right this instant!" Mazzle announced his words calm but loud and echoing through the halls.