Chapter 4 It Begins

I walked into the half-dark neon light room.

There was a long table with three seats on each side. The room was so dark that I couldn't even see myself, let alone the other occupants.

"BOSS!!" The dark room echoed with the voices of my killer-wolves elite assassins.

I created the Killer-Wolves after my Hunt in England, it was formerly called Wardogs Organization, I handpicked and trained the members myself. We've been through countless suicide missions together and they fear nothing and no one. After the Bornu state mission, we upped our game with the millions we were paid with. Now we're amongst the top tier mercenary guilds.

"Be seated." I said as I took the seat which looked more like a throne than an ordinary chair.

"I'm sure you all have heard of what happened." I said, and they all kept mute, waiting for me to continue.

"I don't desire pity. I simply want the location and photos of my prey. This hunt is mine and so are the preys." I said while oozing out darkness magic.

"Boss, we already have the location of one of the marked preys." Hollow Reaper said. He's actually the best super hack-cheat in the organization, he could hack into anything, from Banks to AI, he's the best.

"Emmanuel Olewike, the lecturer." he said and handed me a file.

"Okay. Track down Diamond next." I said as I went through the file.

"Boss, your weapons and armor are ready. Black painted Desert Eagles with black bullets. Black spandex and mask made from mithril ore. Your sword were also infused with adamantium and mithril ore making it extremely durable even against M60 machine guns. We have carefully collected 10 black roses. Everything is ready for your departure." Starlet said. He acts my right hand man and he commands respect in the KWE organization.

"I leave first thing tomorrow morning. I'll be meeting Emmanuel Olewike at his office." I said to him as I closed the file. There's actually nothing to read in the file since I know Emmanuel in person, we've actually sat down and talked about my upcoming marriage to my soulmate, unknown to me he was banging her.

"Will his death be at his office?" Starlet asked.

"No, I'm only going there to tell him he's gonna die. It's no fun hunting a prey who's a sitting duck. I'm just gonna howl out, then he's gonna run and get help." I said with a mischievous smile on my face.

"I don't plan on just hunting nine preys, I plan on making a name for myself. And I'll write it with the blood of millions." I said and stood up, leaving the elites in their various thoughts.

It had taken me a week to calm my broken heart, and once I did, I knew there's nothing worth existing in this world, everything has to go, everything must be destroyed, but I can't tell Starlet and the others the real reason for this hunt. This isn't just a revenge quest, I plan on unleashing the demon wolf and extinguishing the flame of the human race.

"Sorry guys, but no one can change my mind."

*

I walked into Emma's office just as he was about to leave.

"Who are you?" he asked as he eyed my 200k Italian custom made suit. It seems he's already forgotten about me. How sad, but it won't matter, would it?

"Do you remember a student of yours? Simran Dotch?." I asked as I casually pulled out a chair and sit down.

"I will ask you again, who are you?" He asked with a frown on his face. I simply smiled and put my hand into my breast pocket, brought out the photo of my ex soulmate and kept on his table.

"That was my wife. I suggest you get protection from whichever place, because come tonight, you'll be a dead man, and I will separate your head from the rest of your body." I said, still with a smile on my face, then I stood up and walked towards the door.

"You can't do anything, besides, it wasn't once that Simran and I did it. She has the sweetest pussy." He said with a smirk.

"Emmanuel Olewike, if you hadn't committed this sin, then I won't bring punishment unto you. Only your blood is needed for the atonement of your sin." I said without looking at him. I could tell he had gone pale from the lack of words, I then stepped out of his office. Got into my car and drove off, leaving the school, never to step into it again.

* * * *

"Boss, Emmanuel is still at the police station, it seems he's too scared to go home." Starlet reported over the airpod. He really wanted to participate in this hunt, but I don't want anyone collecting the dues for me, this hunt is personal, and I have to collect what I'm owed personally. Meanwhile Emmanuel had gone to precinct 38 to seek for protection but the cops didn't take him seriously, and as such he decided to spend the night at the station, he literally begged to be put in the detention room just so he will spend the night there.

"No worries. The entire station can accompany him on his journey to hell." I said as I mounted my bike; a PCJ 600 powerbike with a 250 horsepower, of course it's painted black as well.

"Let's go collect the first soul." I muttered as I drove off towards the station. I didn't plan on making this a quiet kill, in and out. No, I'm out for blood, because only blood can appease this black heart of mine. I felt so peaceful as the wind blew past me, the moon shone on me, and even the demon wolf in me was quiet, all were anticipating the start of the vengeful journey. A vengeful spirit on a vengeful quest, how iconic.

"Boss, I just hacked into the surveillance system of the station. I believe we've got a problem." Hollow Reaper's mechanical voice sounded over the airpod.

"What kind of problem." I asked, expecting the worse.

"Simran's Uncle is in the station as well." Hollow Reaper said.

I grimaced. Simran's Uncle Marcelinus and I had always been in a cat and dog struggle ever since Simran and I got started dating. I also disliked Marcel as well, but his faults didn't warrant elimination. But then again, he's at the wrong place at the wrong time, his death is on his head. His death will be for the greater cause, he should be glad.

"That ain't a problem. Proceed according to plan." I said.

"Yes Boss. Over and out." Hollow Reaper said.

"Let's get this party started."