NOVEL NEXT Chapter 16: Damien Salvatore
The man in purple's eyes flashed with malice, seeing Alex and Sophia leave. He had never been disrespected like this in his before, and seeing Alex treat him this way infuriated him a lot. For that, he planned to teach Alex a lesson.
POV: Damien in Purple
My name is Damien Salvator, Alpha of the Violet Moon Pack, one of the ten strongest packs, if not the strongest, in the entire Werewolf Race. Also,in the Veiled world.
All Alphas of the Violet Moon Pack were born with tremendous, heavenly talent, passed down from my grandfather, Salvator, to my father, Quin Salvator, and to me, Damien Salvator.
Each of these two Alphas of the pack were monsters in their era. From my grandfather, Salvator, the Second General to the Werewolf Progenitor, to my father, Quin Salvator, the leader of the Curtained Faction
- (I will explain more about this faction later on).
Like I said, each and every one of these past Alphas were monstrous beings, but none more monstrous than me.
My name strikes so much fear in the veiled world that it could save you from the kings of other races. If I am your backer, I am much stronger than my father and grandfather were in their era. That's why.
Okay, I know you are going to be skeptical and confused, and even doubt what I'm saying, but think of it this way, my grandfather was a being who could contend against five Hell Lords. When I say Hell Lords, I mean beings that could wreck a planet, call forth catastrophic apocalyptic disasters.
My grandfather could banish them and still come out unscathed. Some of those old monsters from his era couldn't do that at all. And my father, a being even more dangerous than my grandfather, could face and wipe out a single Hell Realm if you got on his nerves. It was even known that he had faced one of the Hell Gods known as Modus.
But don't let humans mythological stories and history confuse you about Hell and demons, their heritage and traditions are way different from what you know them to be.
And as for me, I am way stronger than my father was in his time. No Hell God could really contain me at full power - that's how strong I am. I could beat those Hell Gods to pulp, and if I could beat them, am I not akin to the Gods themselves? And that is obviously the main reason why the Veiled World reveres and fears me.
That's why my name strikes so much fear, not to even mention my presence. So, no one wants to get on my nerves, but instead tries to curry favor with me.
But these two, most especially the man in the black mask, seem to disrespect me too much. Despite the fact that I released my aura for him to know who I am and admit his mistake, he still insists on disrespecting me and treating me like nothing. I know he knows who I am, but still, he did not take me seriously. I know he didn't. And to make matters worse, he is also a werewolf, just like me. I know he did not come from any of the ten great packs, if he had, I would have sensed it a long time ago.
He is just a werewolf with an ordinary bloodline, but he still decided to disrespect me? . I am going to teach him a lesson, and I will make him wish for death. But first, I will start with his girlfriend. I know she is a human, but I don't care. I'm going to make her my plaything and make him watch.
He will wish for death, and I won't give it to him. I will go after his family, properties, and everything that keeps him happy emotionally. And then, once I am done, I will torture him physically, making death so close but unreachable.
End of POV.
Damien's eyes flashed with death, but a glint of greed, lust, and desire could be seen in them. He stood up from his seat and smiled generously. His smile brightened the room, and he turned to the men around the table, saying, As the gentleman has said, I'm done for today. Thank you. He walked away, no one knowing where he went, he figure disappeared into the crowd.
In a wide room, there was a gathering. The people gathered were of both genders. The men were tall, masculine, with flawless skin, yet handsome. The women were seductive, tall, with curves and muscles in the right places, and in proportion. These people were intimidating, and their attention was bound to one being sitting on a chair.
A picture, was thrown to the floor by the being, Alex and Sophia's faces could be seen on it. The being said, Find them and bring them to me alive. If you feel resistance from the man, beat him up so badly he can't resist again.
He is a werewolf, knowing that his subordinates are also werewolfs and knowns how to subdue one, but the girl must not be touched. His voice was laced with authority.
Have I made myself clear?, the being said.
Yes, Supreme Offer, everyone in the room shouted in unison, and then they quickly left, leaving only two tall and masculine yet slender-built men standing beside the being.
You will pay, the being said. And when the streetlight flashed on his face, it could be seen that this mysterious being was actually Damien Salvator, the man in the purple suit, smirking.