Blood Vengeance

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“They call me depraved and deceitful, the most dangerous man in the world. But I’m just a man. I live and breathe and bleed just like they do. They call me inhuman, but I was born in blood, in battle. What do they expect? I am the Blood King. I am the nightmare made flesh, the terrorist they really should be scared of. And I…”

Dmitry Kovalenko stared through the bars of his cell, speaking to the stale air, to the heavy silence that marked the passage of time.

“… I am coming. Right into your homes.”

The message fell on deaf ears. The cells around him were empty, the guards occupied elsewhere. The maximum security prison, a research facility according to the sparse signage scattered around the lonely desert approach, sat baking in the Nevada heat. In the ancient silence of Death Valley there was no one to hear a prisoner scream.

Kovalenko waited. The appointed hour was almost here. Finally. The last few months of incarceration had passed quickly for him, so caught up was he in the formulation of his greatest plan. Countless hours had passed whilst he studied the filthy ceiling, tracking the nightly movements of spiders and other bugs, fine-tuning ideas that he would then run past his new trusted lieutenants, Mordant and Gabriel. They were his now. Loyal to a fault and deadlier than VX gas, in a perverse way Kovalenko was glad to have been incarcerated with them. It was only with their terrible, invaluable help that he would see his violent, outrageous plan brought to fruition.

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