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An Impossible Choice
"Put your hands down, Mr. Thorne. One touch from you on my body, and those children will burn to ashes in a split second."Bastian smiled very elegantly on the stage. The man swung the black remote control in his hand like an orchestra conductor leading a choir of death."You are digging your own grave too deep tonight, Bastian," answered Caleb coldly. The veins in his neck bulged, holding back anger ready to explode."A grave? I am offering you a playground," Bastian chuckled softly. "Walk out of this hall slowly. A black van in the front lobby is already waiting for you. We are going to play a little game at that orphanage right now."Caleb stared at the projector screen. The faces of dozens of soundly sleeping orphans held back every form of attack he had prepared at the tip of his tongue. His god of death powers were locked tight by the EMF frequencies in this building. If he moved to kill Bastian with physical strength, dozens of innocent liv
The Wrong First Step.
"You all may continue pretending to be angels tonight. But not a single one will leave this room alive."Caleb Thorne's baritone voice cut through the soft orchestral music playing inside the main hall of the Zurich City Hall. His right hand roughly turned the steel lock lever on the giant double doors behind him, permanently sealing the luxurious room from the inside.Hundreds of Swiss elites, prominent politicians, and orphanage donors turned around simultaneously. Whispers of confusion began to fill the crystal-lit room. They stared at the man in the pitch-black suit who had stepped in without an official invitation with faces full of fear.Caleb paid no attention to their gazes. The click of his shoes sounded constantly on the marble floor, parting the crowd of humans who reflexively stepped aside due to the pressure of the murderous aura he brought. His eyes were locked on only one target. Bastian. The public's beloved philanthropist was standing on t
The Rotten-Hearted Angel
"The cleanest politician in all of Switzerland, you say?" asked Caleb coldly. His eyes stared sharply from behind the glass of the black sedan parked across the street."That is what is written in all print and digital media, Caleb," answered Isabella. She sat in the front passenger seat, holding binoculars to clarify her view. "Bastian built ten hospitals, five orphanages, and donates millions of Euros to the poor every year. The public worships him like an angel descended directly from heaven."Across the street, in the courtyard of a magnificent classical-style building, a crowd of journalists scrambled for positions to take pictures. Bastian, a middle-aged man in a very elegant gray suit, was kneeling, hugging two cheerfully smiling orphans. Bastian's smile was so warm and sincere. Cameras flashed endlessly capturing the holy moment."A very fake and sickening smile," growled Viktor from the back seat. The Russian giant was stroking the barrel of his modified sniper rifle with rac
Unpaid Blood
"Hold on a little, that stray bullet from Arthur's bio-weapon monster left a rather dirty poison."Isabella Vane pressed an alcohol-soaked cotton ball onto the torn wound on Caleb's left shoulder. They sat facing each other on leather sofas in the Black Castle's reading room. The fireplace burned brightly, radiating a warmth that starkly contrasted with the snowstorm outside the window. The remnants of the epic battle against five thousand elite Aegis troops and the giant monster in the Alps still clung to their clothes, but the enemy had been leveled to the ground. The Aegis Syndicate was officially destroyed.Caleb didn't flinch at all when the alcohol touched his open flesh. He picked up a white porcelain cup filled with hot black tea from the table, then sipped it slowly."I am numb to low-level poisons, Bella," Caleb said casually, placing the cup back on its saucer. "You look more exhausted than I do. Doctor Hans has prepared a room for you to rest.""I can't sleep before making
Kneel on the White Earth
Facing thousands of deadly weapon barrels surrounding him from all directions, Caleb Thorne did not lose his composure at all. He simply raised his face slowly, stared at the sea of elite troops, then sported a cold smile that instantly froze the blood of every human there."Shoot! Unleash all your bullets! Destroy them until they become snow dust!" roared the Aegis field commander with a hoarse voice that shattered the tension of the Alpine night. His fingers, encased in tactical gloves, trembled violently as he pulled the trigger of his assault rifle.However, before a single bullet could spew its sparks from the muzzle of a weapon, Caleb Thorne had already moved.His movement was not aggressive or panicked at all, but very slow and full of absolute majesty. He slowly bent his knees, lowered his large body, and placed his right palm, clad in a leather glove, right on the expanse of freezing white snow beneath his feet.His black eyes glowed with
Knocking on Doomsday's Door
The total war to seize the absolute throne of the European underworld was now right before their eyes. Inside the cabin of the black helicopter vibrating violently from extreme turbulence, Caleb Thorne sat with a freezing calmness. The Alpine wind raging outside the glass window sounded like the roar of millions of tortured souls at the bottom of hell. The temperature outside reached minus twenty degrees Celsius, but the necrotic blood flowing in the veins of Caleb, Isabella, and Viktor made them completely unable to feel the coldness of that deathly air."Warning. We have entered a five-kilometer radius from the target coordinates," the mechanical voice of Dr. Hans' artificial autopilot system echoed through the cabin speakers. "The radar system detects high-level electromagnetic waves from ground level."Isabella rose from her seat, balancing her body amidst the violent shaking. She peered over Caleb's shoulder, staring straight through the blinding snowstorm.
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