Achilles Argent P.O.V
âSummon Devon.â I ordered.
After a couple of minutes, he came bowing his head to me.
âYes, sir ?â He questioned.
âHave you noticed that the Warriors werenât on their post today ?â I questioned.
âUhh, no.â He replied.
âSomethingâs happening.â I said and he gulped.
âMy grandson, Kyle died in vain and Lucifer took away my victory. Yet, he had the audacity to order that youâd be in charge of my own clan instead of my son.â I stated playing with the wine in my glass.
âBut-â He started.
âSilence!â I roared standing up.
âYou and everyone are loyal to him, dragged my son away on that very day even.â
âWe were just looking out for our people, the werewolf packs were too strong.â He reasoned.
âAnd Iâm a fool?â I questioned.
âLucifer had forgotten about me, left my son heartbroken. He will pay.â I promised.
âSir, I-â He tried until I put my hand up. I donât want to hear anything else.
âSeize him.â I ordered to the guards and they hesitated.
Wrong move.
I pulled out my gun from my pocket and aimed it at him.
âThis interest you instead?â I questioned and they hurriedly went over and cuffed his hands.
âHe is to be locked up in the dungeon, anyone else who disobeys me faces the same consequences or even worse.â I sentenced and they nodded their heads.
My foolish son, Theo Argent may be weak but Iâm not.
Iâm coming for you Lucifer, better watch your back. I dialled in with my phone calling my retired assistant.
Even I retired handling the job over to my son. How nerve wrecking!
âDakota.â I started.
âPrepare everyone, we would be going for a hunt soon.â I said.
âAll Achilles?â He asked.
âAll, But first a little patience will do the trick. An eye for an eye.â I answered.
âRoger that.â He finished before I hung up the phone.
I threw the glass across the room, watching it break and fall down into tiny pieces.
Iâll show them what does it feel like to have something precious taken away from them.
Devon Pendragon P.O.V
âYou need to warn Lucifer.â I said while they brought me up to the dungeon.
âWe canât.â Gwaine stated shaking his head pulling the gate and locking it.
âYou must!â I exclaimed grabbing onto the bars of the gate.
âItâs a risk!â Lancelot replied.
âHeâd do it for us.â I told.
They looked at each other.
âThe brothers ?â Gwaine suggested.
âNo, the Warrior brothers are also in the suspecting list.â I said.
âWhat do you think heâs planning ?â Lancelot questioned concerned.
I sighed. âHeâs gonna do it the old ways with menacing people.â
Gwaine raised an eyebrow.
âLike who ?â Lancelot pushed.
âOur fathers.â I finished.
Look of horror covered their features.
Damn horrifying it is gonna turn out to be.
Donatello Warrior P.O.V
Leonardo parked our Range Rover and all of us got down from the car before we were ambushed by our own people holding up loaded guns.
We put our hands up in surrender, looking puzzled. âWhatâs wrong guys ?â Michelangelo asked.
âYou are all ordered to be thrown in the dungeon.â Gwaine answered.
âWhy ?â Leonardo questioned anger building up.
Before he could answer, we heard footsteps and they parted a way for someone.
âThatâs because I say so.â He smirked.
All of our eyes widen.
There stood Achilles Argent. Someone that no one could ever mess with. He held a reputation worse than Lucifers.
Almost 300 wolves were murdered by him. No mercy was ever shown.
âBut y-you were-â Raphael started.
âRetired ? Yes, I was. Agricultural was fun.â He cut in checking his finger nails.
âBut, a little birdie told me the job I left wasnât how I left it done.â He finished glaring at us.
I gulped.
This was so not gonna end well.
âBut w-we didnât do anything wrong.â Michelangelo said and I hit his shoulder to stop asking anymore questions.
âOh no, nothing wrong was done.â He began.
âBut it surely wasnât right either.â He gritted out.
We were then thrown into the dungeon with no windows and cemented walls and ground. Someone was already here.
âDevon ?â I called unsure if it was really was him.
âYeah.â He responded.
âWhat happened ?â Leonardo asked.
âSame as you guys.â He replied.
âAchilles ?â Raphael questioned and he nodded.
âWhat do you think heâs conjuring up ?â Michelangelo asked.
âGather our dads and plan an attack ? But something tells me heâs gonna take this in a whole new level.â Devon answered.
âDad ?â All of us shouted in unison. This was madness!
âHow bout Lucifer?â I asked.
âHeâs clueless and Iâm afraid heâs gonna be a goner soon.â He sighed running his fingers through his hair.
Jesus help us all.