Chapter 151
Charles Kingston lounged in the grand lobby, swirling a glass of champagne between his fingers, when he caught sight of Jasmine slipping in through the front doors.
She settled near the reporters.
Charles finished his drink, rose, and sauntered over.
“Where are your bodyguards?” he asked, feigning casual interest. Usually you travel with half an army.”
Jasmine met his gaze with y calm.
“Should I bring them here just so they can kill your men? They’re all Kingstons, every last one of them. Why waste resources on family?”
Charles’s lips twitched in a bitter smile. “If you don’t want a fight, you might as well hand over everything ”
“Why would I give you control of the Kingston name?” Jasmine’s tone grew razor–sharp.
“Especially when today’s your last day in power? Word around town is you can’t even afford to pay your own bodyguards anymore.”
Her taunt landed like a slap.
Charles’s jaw tightened. She was right–he was bleeding money from every angle, and it was all because of Jasmine’s relentless sabotage.
“So,” he hissed, leaning in closer.
“Rumor has it you’re using black magic to keep yourself safe. That’s how you’re staying on top–sacrifices, rituals, the whole dark mess.”
Jasmine’s eyes narrowed. “Don’t be ridiculous. I’ve never dabbled in that nonsense, and you know it.”
Charles snorted. “Who knows what you’ve done behind closed doors? I heard you used dark sorcery to trick Father into giving you the Kingston empire.”
“You’re insane,” Jasmine shot back, rising from her seat. “Your desire has turned you into a lunatic.”
“You’re the lunatic,” Charles snapped, his voice trembling with rage.
“Demons, witches… I’ve got people coming who know how to handle your kind. You think you’re the only black magic? My darkness will erase yours. By dawn, you’ll be nothing but a memory.”
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“Charles, are you crazy?” she warned, her voice echoing against the ornate pillars, “they’ve poisoned your mind with this superstitious filth. You’re risking everything-”
But he was already gone, stalking away to set his plan in motion.
Jasmine sighed as Kingston gave Charles everything, yet he still felt it wasn’t enough.
“Earth provides enough to satisfy every man’s needs, but not every man’s greed.” (3
In’a deserted parking lot, Tim and Tom with cold eyes and blood–splattered clothes–were cutting through Marco’s hired gangsters like wolves through a herd of lambs.
Gunshots rang out in stuttering bursts, muzzle flashes lighting the asphalt.
Screams of dying men filled the air. Yet, these two monsters remained invulnerable to every attack, including gunfire.
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Bodies littered the ground, contorted in lifeless heaps. Blood painted the pavement in long, gruesome streaks. A thug lunged at Tim with a lead pipe, eyes wild.
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Tim met him with a single, devastating punch to the sternum. The man’s ribs cracked like dry wood. He choked on a scream, collapsed, and never drew another breath.
Tom swung a knife through another gangster’s throat; the man gurgled in horror as his life spilled down his chest.
It was a symphony of terror, each kill feeding the twins‘ dark aura
With every life they snuffed out, they stood taller, exuding a strange, pulsing energy that crackled around them.
“W–what are these freaks?” a surviving gangster shouted, eyes bulging with terror. His voice was drowned by the wet snap of bone and the final wail of another comrade.
Nearby, Marco cowered behind a row of parked cars. Sweat poured down his face.
He regretted every decision that led him here.
He’d hired these men to take out Alex–supposedly an easy contract if he brought enough muscle.
But Tim and Tom were slaughtering his crew like they were nothing.
From where he crouched, he watched them tear through men he’d once considered the toughest in town.
Tim raised a blood–soaked hand and casually wiped his mouth. “What a bunch of trash,” he spat, stepping over a corpse. “I’m not even warmed up.”
Tom glanced at Marco’s trembling form and sneered. “Pathetic.”
Tim cracked his neck, wiping the blood off on his sleeve. “Now it’s your turn, Alex,” he hissed. “I hope you’ll at least put up a fight.”
Alex stood resolute, face set in grim determination. “Your black magic doesn’t scare me,” he said quietly, taking a step forward.
Tim’s laughter echoed across the lot. “We’ve sacrificed enough souls to become unstoppable,” he roared. “No one can stand against us!”
“Is that so?” Alex’s voice was steady, like a blade drawn from its sheath. “I’ve seen your brand of evil before. It’s as weak as a shadow in the midday sun.”
Tim snarled and lunged.
His eyes brimmed with lethal intent, his body coiling like a panther about to spring.
With an inhuman burst of speed, he barreled toward Alex–aiming a blow that could splinter bone and flatten any normal man.
But Alex moved faster.
He caught Tim by the throat in one fluid motion.
Tim’s eyes bulged, his feet lifting inches off the ground. Power radiated from Alex, pressing down on Tim like the weight of an avalanche.
“The Light has come,” Alex intoned, voice low. “All darkness…begone.”
Tim convulsed, terror and agony twisting his features.
Whatever dark energy had infused him now leaked away as if Alex’s grip siphoned it from his very core.
Tim’s limbs went limp, his eyes rolled back, and with a ragged gasp, he crumpled to the pavement like a broken doll.
Then came Tom’s roar from behind. He swung a wild haymaker at Alex’s back.
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The impact never landed. Alex stood unyielding, an immovable force.
Energy burst from him in an invisible wave, and Tom was sent flying as though struck by a runaway horse.
He slammed into a concrete wall with a thunderous crash; bones cracked, and a tortured scream tore from his lips.
He collapsed onto the ground, gasping like a fish out of water.
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When he glanced down, he saw the terrible truth: his arm, the one he’d used to strike Alex, was shattered beyond recognition, bent in a grotesque shape.
Worse still was the searing chaos he felt inside–his organs twisted in rebellion, as if something was rending him apart from
within.
Alex advanced with methodical calm. “Where light exists, darkness cannot thrive.”
Tom’s breath came in wet rasps.
Blood dribbled from the corner of his mouth. “You… you…who are you…” he choked out, eyes wide in abject horror.
Then his body seized, limbs stiffening in a final, agonizing spasm.
Marco watched in wide–eyed shock, disbelief knotting in his gut.
His men–ruthless thugs who’d once held dominion over the underworld–were strewn about the parking lot like discarded dolls.
Tim and Tom, those demonic twins he’d believed unbeatable, lay broken at Alex’s feet.
“How…?” Marco croaked. His throat constricted in terror, each breath a struggle.
If Tim and Tom were the monsters, then Alex was something far worse–a being they had no hope of overpowering.
Alex leveled a stare at Marco so cold it chilled the air.
In that gaze, Marco saw the reflection of his own fear. He shuffled backward, legs shaking, mouth dry, searching for words that wouldn’t come.
A moment stretched, heavy with possibilities–would Alex end him, too?
“A… monster…”
But Alex spared Marco nothing more than a glance of contempt.
,” he said softly, “while you still can.”
“Run,”
Suddenly free of the spell of terror, Marco scrambled away, stumbling over the remains of his failed ambush.
“a monster?” Alex sighed.
“Darkness cannot drive out darkness; only light can do that.”
