Damien 🥀
Trigger warnings ⚠️
Mention of rape. Sex/human trafficking. Blood and torture. Disrespectful mention of Jesus.
"I truly love this time of the day." Liz gushed as she tied her blonde hair in a ponytail.
"Looks like you still aren't satisfied. " I say looking around the bloodied floor.
The dark basement with no windows is filled with the smell of these pathetic men's blood.
"When is she ever." Thia spoke, tipping on her toes making sure the blood doesn't get on her boots.
Another large man attacked her from behind but she flipped him over in a split second and stabbed her dagger right into the side of his neck. She didn't even flinch in her place and continued walking making sure to stay away from the blood on the floor.
She is one of our best Assassins for a reason. Our second-best Assassin Liz, follows behind her. Both Thia and Liz untied the girls who were tied by the pillars. My team burst in and escorted the women outside. Their lifeless eyes lit up with hope and trust. Some of them have bruised bodies and some can't even walk properly because of their injuries.
No matter what, I feel proud of each and every woman, kid and boy here for surviving. For not giving up. In these types of situations, there's nothing much left for a victim to do to save themselves but staying alive, especially when the monsters are leeching off their souls is itself an act of bravery.
Me and Cade may have started 'The Hunters' for our own revenge but along the way, saving these people became our main motive. We don't plan on shutting off our underground organisation even after our revenge is taken. It'll forever rule and haunt the hideous monsters in the underworld.
Our organisation is not entirely worldwide yet. Just in a few countries so far. We plan to establish it everywhere on the earth. I'm aware it won't happen in my lifetime since it'll take many more upcoming years to achieve the goal, but our next generation will take over and rule the world.
It doesn't matter if it'll go through the bloodline or not. The next hunters will be the people who will have the passion like me and Cade, who will give their blood and sweat for this cause, who will be as bloodthirsty of the demons and devoted to saving people as we are.
When I step outside the house, I see Liz and Thia standing together by the medic team. Parked right in the backyard lawn of the mansion. The cold breeze of New York brushed against my skin when I removed my leather gloves. For the public records, I'm in LA, but I'm actually in New York for The Hunters' mission.
It's evening and I'm already hungry. Even though I don't have the stomach to eat anything after what happened inside now, I still have to because I'm going to need more energy for an even bigger mission tonight.
"As much as I feel bad for the women, I really enjoyed torturing these bastards. It feels good to see them beg for their pathetic life when there's no chance in hell for them to escape." Liz said, clad in her black Assassin dress, same as other Assassins around. She's entirely covered in tattoos over her dark skin.
"Then I guess, you would like to go to Seattle for the next mission which specifically involves torturing some politicians."
My team handles material activities like executing plans, assassinations, busting sex rings, saving people, undercover missions, and whatnot. Cade's team handles all the technology and hacking, searching for the next mission, watch over, digging the dark web for information and tabs, controls mercenaries and many more.
The Hunters have all the access to the government's nasty secrets and courtesy of Cade, we have all the data of every single human living on this earth. All saved in a device Cade invented. He truly is a genius. God of technology to say.
"Obviously. Anyway, I'll take my leave now. My girlfriend is waiting for our date tonight. By the way, congratulations on your wedding." Liz offered her hand for a handshake and I shook my head in no and refused it.
Retracting her hand, she muses, "Thia. I'm sure you definitely don't ever have to worry about your little sister's relationship. I mean just look at him, he didn't even make any eye contact with our female team members tonight. He's entirely faithful, which is absolutely admirable."
Though I appreciated the compliment, I did not give an emotion of kindness in return. My face is cold as always. She is new to the team, she still needs to learn a lot of things about me. It's another thing that I have recently learnt to smile only when my wife is around.
Liz said goodbye to Thia and left, leaving me and Thia alone. The silence is awkward before I speak.
"Did she tell you -" before I could finish my sentence, she walked past me.
"Sorry but I don't have time for people like you."
People like you. She really is Zaria's sister. No doubt.
"Don't mind her." Nico said, walking towards me.
I ignore what he said and ask my own question. "Did you leave fake evidence to make Clark the scapegoat?"
He nods yes. "Yeah. Heavy evidence and his followers did believe it."
"Good." I say. I killed Ralph just yesterday. In a church like I had promised him on that call after the family dinner.
My plan was to just simply kill him but he mentioned zaria, he lingered around her in the club so i had to spill his blood on the cross as he begged god to save him. I laughed how he thought god would save him when ralph has tortured, raped, and killed women. Disgusting stupid folks.
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My steps are heavy on the marble floor of New York's most elite, luxury grand hotel. The Achlys Grand, established by my grandfather.
It's past dinner time now. I keep my walk slow because the gun wound still hurts. I wouldn't have jumped back to actions right after my accident if there weren't women who need to be fucking saved first. I can take care of my wounds later.
I walked towards the hotel wing which is specially all closed for tonight for the event. Ralph and his fellow friends were going to have their sick rituals with these women in Ralph's hotel, but since he is dead now, I convinced them to perform this event at my hotel, by pretending I'm one of them. A sick bastard like them.
They had a hard time believing me but eventually, they were convinced. They're not aware that I'm the hunter but they're scared of me anyway because 'Damien Erik.' has the same ruthless reputation.
As I walked in the wing, where not even the staff wandered, I quickly made a call to Leonard Balker. He picks up on the second ring.
"I don't have much time. Speak." I say.
"Okay, so my man recently informed me that the sword kept in the vaults is fake. The original one is moved to someone's house. Someone named Alfred. He is friends with the owner so..." he directly talked about the business without any unnecessary questions about why I'm getting my hands into this kinda stuff.
"He is a priest. A licensed hypnotherapist. When he was 35, he found a place which is very similar to an ancient place called 'Kallistar' that existed centuries ago. The description matches well. I have sent one of my men to look for Alfred. You asked for the sword, if we find him, I'll have the sword delivered to you. "
I stood before the double doors of the lounge where the politicians and other high-profile people are sitting.
"Great. Dig up more information on Alfred but don't kill him. Also be extra careful with the sword and have your men visit the place in person and send me the details of it. I want to be sure it's Kallistar. Get that?"
"Yes." He assures. I hear his wife- Anaya say something in the background but I don't pay attention and cut the call.
I open the door and step inside, plastering a fake smile on my face and placing both my hands inside the side pockets of my black expensive suit.
State secretary of Washington, Thomas Campbell approached me with a smile. Others in the room stood abruptly in my threatening presence. Though, they all have a smile on their faces, there's clearly a fear in their eyes for me. However, I can't use this power upfront on them, it'll do nothing but make it harder for them to trust me, so I will have to pretend and mix in the crowd.
"It's our honour to have you present on our night of glory." Thomas smiled, placing his hand on his heart. He is past his forties. Tout figure and sandy hairs.
"I appreciate all of you for coming here on my last-minute request." I say with a fake smile that I want to rip off of my skin and shoot all of these bastards right now.
"It's going to be extra fun tonight with you by our side." Benjamin Morozov spoke. CEO of MYSK industries. 50 years old with a wrinkled face and ginger hair.
"We don't know if we should congratulate you for the wedding or not. Because marriage is a rope that choke around the necks of people like us. Not a good advantage in our business." Thomas said, offering me a glass of wine which I politely refused and sat on a couch with some other high-profile people.
"You're right. Absolutely. But not for me, I keep my wife in check. Sometimes it is hard to fuck around behind her back but there's nothing she can do about it. She couldn't even run away from the marriage." Chuckling, I lie.
My own words burn like acid in my stomach. I could never in a million years do something like this to my wife. I respect her more than I respect myself. But I'm pretending to be one of these people so I have to act like what they are expecting from me.
I mentally say 'I love you' to Zaria. I am gonna make it up to her when I see her again.
"Right. The only thing women are good for is for a good fuck." Benjamin chuckled; others laughed with him.
I forced my head to nod yes in response. Anyway, they're all going to burn to death tonight.
Thomas leaned in from my left and spoke. "Do you wish to see the gold?"
By gold he meant the innocent girls. Of course, I wanted to see them. Not for the malicious intention like these sicks have but with the intention to fuel up my fire more with rage to destroy these people after seeing their innocent eyes pleading for life.
I'm going to save them all. Just a few hours more and I'll safely rescue them. The only people dying tonight are these demons.
Thomas, Benjamin and two others lead me to the girls. Thomas opens a secret door behind a shelf of wine bottles. I don't have to worry about them backstabbing me because Cade and our team are ready in their positions and a small, very small microphone in my ear that'll alert with a gentle tab of fingers if I need help. There's also a hidden cam in my shirt button, providing the footage to Cade and his team who are in their van full of techno devices and computers keeping an eye out.
The path follows the stairs and it's like we're in an underground basement even though we're on the hotel's 12th floor. It's a large empty space with dark walls and another passageway to the left side.
And in the middle of the room, 7 girls are tied up. 2 of them are around the age of 10. Their mouths are plastered with tapes. Their skin is extremely pale. eyes red and swollen, bodies bruised in black and blue, red strains of blood on their torn clothes. Some of them were unconscious and the ones who were awake, their eyes full of pure dread and horror after seeing us. They were crying but their voices were muffled.
My heart ached so bad at the sight. I'm tempted to untie them and save them. But the only thing I could do right now is not look at them. At least one down gaze of a man will do a little to cease their worries. So, I looked behind them instead, making an illusion for the bastards around me to think I'm looking at the girls.
"Look at these beauties." Thomas spoke in that condescending tone. Benjamin chuckled. Their tiny bulge straightened in their pants as they eye fucked them.
It took everything in me to not shoot them. We have a plan and we will only be able to save the girls when we follow it properly.
I hear incoming footsteps from the left side of the passageway. My eyebrows narrowed. According to the details I was given, there wasn't anyone else supposed to be here.
My suspicion turns into a giant mega mountain of erupting lava when I see my wife in her night dress stepping in the room. Her eyes widened and face paled when she saw me. Like she just saw a creepy ghost lurking around.
The others notice her unexpected arrival too and they immediately pull out their guns and point it at Zaria.
A deadly combination of rage burns acid inside of my stomach and ignites a fire on my body like never before. No. Fuck. fuck fuck fuck. What the hell is she doing here?