Heya Guysssss,

Here's the new fiction i was talking to you about. I was heavily influenced by Kingsman the movie for this one. Dont worry the story is completely different. I was also influenced by various revenge novels from authors such as, Alexandre Dumas, Jenny Han, Martina Cole (gave me s***t daughter idea, read to understand), and Steig Larson, creds to these awesome authors.who gave me idea for awesome prologue.

i am still pondering on ideas of how i want to do this fic, but most likelly it will be a fanfic for douluo dalu/ combat continent.

Check out my other fiction:

http://www.royalroadl.com/fiction/1556 - Heroes of Jorg

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“The Lord shall smite thee with madness”

Deuteronomy 28:28

“Be not deceived, God is not mocked:

for whatsoever a man soweth, that shall he also reap”

Galatians 6:7

“For the wages of sin is death”

Romans 6:23

The Godsmen were absolute existence in the late 22nd century. It had started, as a small organization of 5 individuals who were intelligent and accomplished people wanting to make a change in the world for the better. The arose when the world was in need and secretly helped the world in various ways without showing their faces to the general populous. Through this they were able to solidify their power over the entire world. The five of them had started a lineage of terrifyingly powerful men, who became more and more accomplished over the centuries. There were 5 of them and each commanded a sizable part of the world. From the underworld crime scene, to the government, the military and even the secret service were all in the palm of their hands. In the publics view none of them existed they were oblivious to the fact that 5 individuals controlled the fate of the entire world.

These five Godsmen lived by a strict code that only had 10 rules:

1. The Godsmen must be Supreme, Absolute and Unfathomable existences; they must be at the pinnacle, second only God.

2. The Godsmen must remain secretive of their identity, only to reveal their power if absolutely needed.

3. The Godsmen must not fight each other. Each member must acknowledge one another’s prowess and then only can one become a Godsman.

4. A Godsman never bows down to anyone weaker than them.

5. A Godsman, although an existence of boundless power must never exercise it on someone weaker than them.

6. A Godsman admits when he has done wrong, and exercise timely manners at all times.

7. A Godsman does not pick a fight with another.

8. A Godsman must never commit acts of hedonism, adultery, and must remain faithful to the one he truly loves.

9. If a Godsman is killed, someone of equal prowess, from the 5 families will replace him. If someone of such power cannot be found from the particular family, the others can converge to choose a new candidate.

10. A Godsman must maintain balance for any all the people under his reign.

2298 JANUARY 1st

“Hello! Are you not listening to me? My little girl has been missing for three fucking days. I think that might be worth your attention, don’t you?’

Enzo Demidov was so angry he was almost spitting his words down the phone. Over six feet tall and with a lean build he was a strong man and, as everyone in the room knew, he was more than capable of great violence. He was paying them for their expertise, which they currently seemed to be lacking in. In fact, they were irritating the arse off him with their stupidity. He was a 20th generation Godsman coming from the Demidov family, and had an almost towering air about him.

The Demidov family controlled the most area of all the other Godsman Families; with their lands spanning over all of Russia and Europe. He had only been around the age of 39 but had accomplished more than any man could have done. Unlike the other family’s the Demidov’s were known for their notoriety, they would never let their potential heir live with a silver spoon, they would always push their heirs to the limits creating an unparalleled force.

Enzo Demidov was a man who had reached a higher pinnacle than ever before, by anyone of the Godsman. He was a living example of a man who was the finest of humankind, in strength, intellect and also in combat expertise. He had reached such a height that the other Godsman almost revered him as their leader. He was a result of more than millennia of selective breeding. His family had always strived for the best and Enzo was the best.

He had one fatal flaw, he doted on his family too much, raised in such a harsh environment; he had always wished for his progeny to be brought up in a loving caring family. He was not as concerned for the old, archaic values as the other Godsman, but he had always been the absolute élite in everything he did, so he was never questioned. There was one person he could never have control over, one person he could not control, one person who aggravated him to no end but he could do nothing about. His one and only daughter Leila Demidov.

Enzo never easily swore, he would always maintain his manners as per the 6th rule of the Godsman; but the rules went out the door when his family was in play. No one, and I mean no one touched the Demidov’s.

Aramis Kane listened to his boss, and best friend rant at the policemen in his employ. Everyone knew that Leslie Demidov, Enzo Demidov’s daughter, was about as dependable as a 3 year old child; therefore, she held no importance whatsoever to anyone, especially to the police. She could get away with anything – from possession of any substance, including a bomb, should she ever purchase one, and that was all thanks to her father’s influence. He’d controlled the police force to ignore her over the years; now suddenly he wanted them to make her a priority? Bit of a turnaround there. Aramis thought.

‘Look, Enzo, with all due respect, you know your daughter as well as we do, she could be fucking anywhere. She goes on the missing list regularly . . .’

Enzo Demidov was dark-haired and tanned-skinned, he had the Italian and Russian descent in him there was no doubt about that. He was a handsome man, and his good looks were part and parcel of his persona. Both men and women were attracted to him, and he had always used that to his advantage. His startling blue eyes were now strained on Aramis Kane, and the man felt an enormous weight of killing intent at the intensity of his gaze. Enzo was a man of great patience and everyone knew that he was the ideal ruler, the ideal Godsman; but when it comes to his family, he loses his shit.

“You having a fucking laugh, Aramis? You think I brought you lot here for nothing? My little Leila is on the missing list! No one, and I mean no one, has seen her for three fucking days! I know she is a lazy, I know she lives on her own time-zone, and I know she is the biggest pain in the arse since records began. But she is still my baby girl. So my advice would be to fucking well find her! Track her down, let me know where she is so I can deliver her back to her mother and then we can go home.” He yelled.

He had just screamed at his best friend, who had been the head of the security under him, and in turn head of the security for more than 50 countries. He was one of the most powerful men in the world but he was nowhere as powerful as Enzo. Enzo remembered the last time he was this angry was when he had infiltrated a home of a high standing dictator in a remote country off the coast of Russia during a party held by the local tyrant. He had infiltrated it only to find that the fat filthy fuckers under his rule were regularly raping little boys and girls for their sick perverted fantasies and were indulging their most revolting, and twisted fantasies. Long story short, he had decimated the assholes tore them to piece bit by bit, and in a fit of rage had not exercised in an ounce of discretion, breaking yet another one of the coveted codes of the Godsmen. He was not a person who adhered to the archaic rules as the other Godsman but no one would ever question him, they could not…

Enzo looked around the room, and he knew that every bloke in there was thinking the same thing: Leila Demidov was probably tucked up in bed with another lowlife, another asshole she had picked up on her travels. She was a trollop of the first order, having been sleeping with the anything since she was fourteen years old. He wondered how many of his own workforce had serviced her at one time or another. She was a beautiful-looking girl, with the morals of a fucking alley cat. It didn’t matter – he still wanted to know where she was. More to the point, her mother needed to know. Maria was deeply concerned for her daughter’s whereabouts.

He loved his wife, whenever Leila came home at some point in time she would always be beyond ecstatic, giving her all the love she supposedly deserved. That was the trouble Enzo personally believed that girl needed a good slap but he could do nothing. If he one day found that their daughter had murdered a bunch of people, and had been caught on CCTV his wife would say,“they must have upset her”, in Maria’s eyes Leila could do no wrong.

He too had indulged her once, when she had been small and still lovable, but that had changed the moment she discovered the power of her sexuality and the harm it could bring to the father she had once adored. He had given up trying to force any kind of fatherly rules or regulations on her. Leila wouldn’t listen to him anyway – she was a girl after his own heart in many respects. She did exactly what she wanted, and she did that with the maximum amount of energy she could muster. But she was a whore, and that fact broke his heart. Not that he could ever let that be known – in his game that would be seen as a weakness, and as a Godsman he could never show weakness.

He scanned the room and looked at the men assembled in his office. These were some of the most powerful men in his control. They were the best at what they do and coveted Enzo for his extreme power. But now he was looking out at the men he knew as friends, not just as business associates, and he felt the prickle of shame wash over him. His daughter going AWOL was not something they saw as in their remit to sort but, as they were on his payroll, they had no option but to listen to him and offer their help in any way they could.

His Leila’s reputation had preceded her as always. They all assumed she was drugged and/or drunk out of her head somewhere, because that was what she was famous for. Twenty-two years old, and she was already a legend in her own lunchtime. She had been excluded from every school he sent her to, and instead she had embraced the underworld from an early age – from the drug dealers, to the scumbags who hung around the council estates, the burglars, gas-meter bandits with homemade tattoos – she spent her time in filthy squats until he brought her back home to her mother time and again. After cracking open a few heads, of course. He had sometimes wished he had given her the traditional Demidov upbringing he was raised under, he had wished he had not discarded the old ways just for his daughter to have an easy life.

Enzo had given up on her completely by the time she was sixteen. Once he had found her naked on a filthy mattress in a condemned house in Kentucky with a junkie three times her age, who had given her not only a black eye but a dose of gonorrhea as well. He had known then that he had no choice but to step away from her emotionally. He loved her, but he could not get through to her. Nevertheless, he had gone back and almost kicked the man to death for doing that to his baby. He had vented his anger, looking around at how she had been living. She was available to any man who tipped her the wink and who she thought would anger her father, and bring him shame.

He didn’t understand it. She had had a home that was not only full of love for her, but was beautiful. She had everything she could have desired: the chance to go to a good school, and a good life ahead of her. But, from fourteen years of age, she had made it her business to find the lowest of the low, and make a home there for herself with them, and she had broken her mother’s heart in the process. Unlike her father, her mother still felt her daughter could turn her life around, redeem herself. But Enzo refused to get involved any more; she was his Achilles heel, his only real weakness. Her antics were common knowledge in his world, and it was only his status that stopped people from gossiping openly about her.

He had tried everything, and she had fought him every step of the way. She was his daughter, and he would protect her as much as he could but, in his darkest moments, when he heard about her latest escapades, or the police informed him she had been arrested once more, he had wished her dead, and he hated himself for that.

……………………………………

Leila Demidov opened her eyes, and fear enveloped her.

It was pitch dark, and she was aware that she was bound, both her hands and her feet tied. For all her exploits, she had never found herself in a predicament like this. She was racking her brains to work out not only who she had upset recently, but who would have the guts to do this to her knowing who her father was. She knew, on one level, she was in serious trouble, but she was still having a problem accepting that.

She was Leila Demidov, for god's sake! Her dad was the biggest Face in town. That had always meant she was immune to aggravation of any kind – even when she caused outrageous problems for herself, those problems were automatically negated by her father’s timely intervention. She strained her eyes to see where she was being held captive, but the darkness was total. She was actually truly frightened, and that shocked her. She had never felt real fear before – it was an alien concept – and she swallowed down the scream that she could feel building inside her throat. She would never let anyone know that she was scared or worried about anything. All her life she had lived behind a mask of defiance, and she was not going to let this situation freak her out.

2 weeks later…

Leila was weak. The man who was holding her only gave her the minimum of water; she was always thirsty, although the hunger wasn’t so acute any more. She couldn’t work out how long she had been down here in the darkness. She seemed to sleep a lot, so she guessed that he was putting something in the water to keep her sedated. At least he had untied her hands although she was still manacled around her ankles, and the chain was attached to an iron hoop on the wall behind the mattress. She was still in darkness – the only time there was any light was when he brought her water. He had a torch, but it blinded her, so she covered her eyes. She had a feeling he wasn’t interested in her seeing him anyway. She played the game – that was all she could do.

Her initial arrogance was gone; she was not only stone cold sober for the first time in years, she was also acutely aware that she wasn’t ready to die. She loved her son in her own way, and she wanted to see him again, see her mum, be hugged by her once more. She had to wonder if this was something to do with her dad – he had stepped on a lot of people’s toes. Surely she should have been out by now if it was about money? What if this man was holding her as a grudge against her father? Or what if he was a serial killer and her father’s name and reputation meant nothing to him? What if he was such a low-life he wasn't even aware of the existence of the Godsmen…

………………….

4 weeks later…

Enzo and Aramis, rolled up to the corner of an old suburban home in the middle of East London. Aramis had said that he had finally found the fucker who had taken his little girl. They pulled up called the police and sneaked past the back entrance…

The door opened slowly. It was obviously a very heavy door, and it wasn’t easy to negotiate. Aramis and Enzo waited with bated breath for kidnapper to come into the back door, and to finally enter their orbit. The kidnapper did so slowly and, as he turned to face the men he knew would be waiting for him, he grinned amiably, saying cheerfully, “I’ve been waiting for you, and so has Leila.”

Kidnapper laughed. “You’re too late, Mr Demidov. We waited for you, but you never came. Now your little Leila is dying, I’m afraid.”

Enzo stepped towards the man, intent on murder, and Aramis grabbed him. “Stop it, Enzo. That’s what he wants. Let’s find Leila first. I wouldn’t believe a word this slippery fucker says.”

Enzo knew that Aramis was right, he couldn’t do anything until he had found his daughter.

Kidnapper shrugged. “Be my guest, she’s down there.” He gestured towards the basement door. “She’s been down there since day one.”

Enzo grabbed the man by his throat, and dragged him unceremoniously down the basement stairs behind

Aramis was unsure for a few moments if he was actually seeing what was before his eyes. The stench alone was bad enough, but Leila, if that really was Leila, was like something from a horror film.

She was so bloated, and her feet, her lovely little feet, were almost devoid of skin. He looked at Enzi; he could see the man’s disbelief at what he was witnessing. He too was wondering if this was some kind of joke, even though they both knew that wasn’t possible.

The ensuing silence was almost deafening.

Enzo looked at his daughter, at the condition she was in. It was like a fucking nightmare, beyond anything he could ever have imagined. This was his baby girl – no matter what had happened in the past, she was his only child, and he loved her with a passion.

“Oh my fucking God. Oh dear God. Please don’t do this to me . . .” Enzo was trying to pick his daughter up in his arms, trying to comfort her. But she was unresponsive, her eyes were closed. Enzo was openly crying, sobbing in despair.

He turned on Kidnapper then, and, after kicking and punching him to the floor, he grabbed him by his prematurely grey hair and, pulling him back on to his feet, he pushed his face into his and demanded,

“You shackled her, so you can fucking get her loose.”

Both Aramis and Enzo watched as Kidnapper dropped to the floor. He then crawled through the filth and, pulling himself up with difficulty, he took a spanner from the windowsill, and he held it out to the men like an offering.

“It’s too tight, I can’t undo it. Her blood has dried all over it. Now it’s like fucking glue.”

He was still taunting me, I could no longer take it, I looked at her. Then finally I noticed that Leila was no longer breathing…

That bastard soaked her with cold water, he starved her, he fucking held her there with home-made manacles. You should see her poor legs. The fetters were so fucking tight they rubbed away every piece of her skin – they even scraped against her bones. She must have been in absolute agony, I thought. My baby lived her last few weeks on this earth in excruciating pain, waiting for me to find her, to help her. But I was too late…

Suddenly Enzo felt 9 bullet shots go through his body, Enzo turned around to see Aramis was holding the smoking gun. He stared at him in disbelief he didn't understand,

“Enzo, I could not let you live anymore, you have broken too many rules of the Godsman, I cannot let this continue. You are undeserving of such power. You have repeatedly broken the code and done things your way. You even raised this whore, of a daughter. You know she fucked me right before she was kidnapped just so she can piss you off!!”

Aramis had smirk on his face as he was saying this, now it all made sense, Aramis had never been Enzo’s friend. He remembered the reason why it was taking so long to locate his daughter, he had left Aramis to do it, Enzo trusted him. He never thought why such a powerful man was unable to locate his daughter, this man was controlling everything.

“Enzo I have always been in love with Maria but you took her. I have always wanted you to acknowledge me as a rival but you never even seem to think of me that way. I was never your equal, so now I get my revenge. You know I was the one who tricked your daughter in the first place, I gave her the means to go wild, gave her drugs, alcohol and introduced her to those guys who had their way with her. ahahahah”

“ I wanted to destroy your most precious thing, and I know you better than you know yourself, Enzo. So I destroyed her, your daughter. Don't worry I will make a better Godsman than you, and a better Husband to Maria than you..”

Enzo looked at his friend in disbelief, he had always thought he was a good jusge of character but the one he was closest to was he one who had destroyed him, he could not let this continue. Enzo’s mind went into overdrive, he used the innate skill he had born with, shutting all his emotions off, pumping the adrenalin in his bloodstream. He could process the emotions later. He had to accomplish two things

• Kill Aramis

• Kill the kidnapper

Aramis had a gun, and the kidnapper has a spanner, he was at a disadvantage. NO he was not he could use surprise first kill aramis using the tiger stance of his deadliest martial art, SILAT, and rip his heart out, and then grab the gun and shoot the kidnapper. He would have his revenge, he would have victory, victory, victory….

Enzo lunged at Aramis, who had not realized that Enzo was calculating his death. As aramis tried to shoot enzo grabbed his wrist with his left hand and held it up. The shots were fired into the roof. So he did not retreat Enzo stepped on his foot. Made a sharp edge with his hand and with his full, and unrelenting force he went through the skin of Aramis grabbed his beating heart ripped it out.

Normal men could not do this, something like this was only possible to people who had mastered Silat at its highest level. Enzo’s wounds were profusely bleeding but, he grabbed the gun Aramis’ lifeless body released, and shot the kidnapper right through the head.

He then lied there among all the filth his daughter had to live her last days in, and carefully slowly snuggled in close with her cold lifeless body, while he himself was dying. He looked at her, tears streaming down his face, it had all been his fault, he cried and howled. Before he knew it his own life had ended.

The world had lost the most powerful man in all of history…

………………………………………

Enzo suddenly opened his eyes. He looked around to find that he was on a thin extremely precarious bridge, his hands and legs shackled slowly pacing forward. There were at least a million people infront and behind him. He saw that below the small thin bridge was an endless amount of lava and in it he could see that a lot of people were screaming and wishing for it to end. He sighed this must be hell he thought…