In the kingdom of Montclairs, the prison dungeon echoed with screams of anguish and desperate cries for mercy. The walls, soaked in darkness, reverberated with the tormented voices of captives—traitors, prisoners of war, and the forsaken—all thrown into this pit of despair. Here, they were punished, tortured until they begged for death to end their suffering. Blood stained the cold stone floors, and the suffocating stench of rot and decay clung to the air like a curse.
Thane clenched his jaw, struggling to suppress the urge to vomit.
"I can't stay here another minute," he whispered, barely audible.
The man beside him said nothing. He hadn't spoken since they returned. They had just delivered the latest captives into the dungeon's hands.
"Do you think the king will keep his promise?" Thane asked as they finally reached the exit of the dungeon. They continued walking through the winding corridors toward the throne room, where the King awaited.
As they approached the grand doors, the guards moved swiftly, pushing them open with practiced deference. Thane and his companion entered and dropped to their knees before King Velnias.
"We've returned, Your Majesty," said the man beside Thane, lowering his hood to reveal his face.
He was Maikell Fuentebella, son of Mikhail and Kaye. Alongside him was his brother, Thane. The two had somehow ended up in this dark and brutal kingdom—torn from their own world and cast into captivity. To survive in this merciless place, Maikell had offered his service to the tyrant king—becoming a soldier of Montclairs. Thane had followed him, reluctant but without choice. They pledged to fight for the king in exchange for their lives.
Maikell had revealed their origins to the king—explaining that they did not belong to this world, and that they had been separated from their brothers. The king found their story fascinating. Rather than killing them, Velnias appointed the brothers to lead troops against the kingdom's enemies. He also offered to help them find their lost brothers—if they brought him victory.
"We've wiped out the soldiers guarding the borderlands of Firenzan," Maikell reported. "The path is clear. We await your orders, Your Majesty."
King Velnias grinned, clearly pleased. He had made no mistake in trusting Maikell and Thane—both were skilled fighters.
"I hear the Firenzan king is away from his lands," said Jacques, stepping forward with a sinister smile. "Why don't we strike while he's gone? I'd love to see the misery on his face when he returns to a ruined kingdom and finds his people slaughtered."
King Velnias let out a cruel laugh. "Excellent idea. Send your troops. Kill everyone. If anyone survives, capture them. Bring them here."
"As you command, Your Majesty!" Jacques exclaimed gleefully, spinning on his heel. "I can't wait to use my baby on those Firenzan rats. Maybe I'll spare a few… make them our test subjects. Let's see how long they last in Jean's lab... Hehe!" He sang a twisted tune as he skipped out of the room.
Maikell watched him leave, expression unreadable. Thane merely shook his head.
"That man's insane," Thane muttered. "He's not human anymore."
Maikell turned back to the king and bowed. "We'll be leaving shortly to join Sir Jacques."
Thane followed suit, bowing in silence. Once the massive doors shut behind them, Thane wrapped his arms around himself, shivering.
"The king really gives me chills," he whispered.
Maikell glanced at him. "Change your clothes. Get ready for departure. I'm going to gather our troops."
"We're leaving immediately?" Thane groaned.
"There's no such thing as rest in this place, Thane. But don't worry—once this war is over, we can finally focus on finding our brothers."
Thane sighed and nodded. "Alright. I'll meet you at the gate."
Maikell gave a curt nod and walked away, his footsteps echoing through the stone hall.
Thane was the kindest and most gentlemanly among the brothers. Although he was always part of the missions their parents assigned, he was not as brutal as his siblings. He fought only to protect his family, unlike his brothers, who often fought out of boredom or for the thrill of it.
Intelligent and a top student, Thane was frequently seen with his nose buried in a book—much like his father. He had a keen interest in science and was especially close to his late little sister. When their family adopted another sister, Jinny, Thane treated her kindly and warmly. Unlike his brothers, who were cold and distant toward Jinny, Thane accepted her as a true sister. Though he could never come to terms with the death of his real sister, he saw no reason to harbor hatred toward their innocent adopted sibling.
Thane preferred to avoid trouble whenever possible. He had learned karate from a young age and often spent time at their family's academy, managed by his father—a training ground meant for the children of their mafia family. Whenever he had free time, he helped his father with his work.
Meanwhile, Maikell was the spitting image of his father—in both appearance and demeanor. Considered the strongest among the siblings, Maikell showed no mercy to his enemies. His presence alone sent chills down their spines; he was like a walking demon on the battlefield.
Always serious and strict, Maikell commanded the fear and respect of his brothers, especially when angered. He controlled them and led every mission with unwavering authority.
A master of a hybrid style combining Krav Maga and Muay Thai, Maikell was also highly skilled with firearms. He cherished a Ruger Super Redhawk chambered in .454 Casull, a gift from his father, and never went on a mission without it.
As the future heir of the Fuentebella family, Maikell knew he had to be strong to fulfill the role of leader.
But now... they were trapped in an unfamiliar world, with little hope of returning to their own.
No matter what happened, they vowed to do everything in their power to find their lost brothers. Every departure, every attack on enemy lands, was also a chance to search for them.
No losing hope. They would find them.
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Deep within the farthest, darkest corner of the prison dungeon, loud shouts echoed through the cold, damp air. Izak's voice rang out, desperate and angry.
"LET ME OUT OF HERE! I'M NOT AN ENEMY! LET ME OUT!" he yelled, his chained hands clinking as he struggled against them.
"FUCK! THIS PLACE IS FILTHY AND STINKS LIKE DEATH! LET ME OUT OF THIS FUCKING HELLHOLE!"
He screamed at the top of his lungs, but no one answered. It felt as if he were utterly alone in that suffocating darkness.
Izak Fuentebella—another troublemaker from the notorious Fuentebella family.
Quick to break when things didn't go his way, he grew frustrated easily whenever his plans fell apart.
After causing trouble, he often appeared calm, as if nothing had happened.
Despite his rebellious nature, Izak had a soft heart and was fiercely devoted to his mother. Any insult directed at her ignited his wrath, and he wouldn't hesitate to beat down anyone—man or woman—who dared speak ill of her.
He also had a pet turtle named Primo, a rare glimpse of gentleness in his turbulent life.
Skilled in combat, Izak trained alongside his brother Maikell, mastering Muay Thai.
"Fuck, where the hell are the guards?" he muttered. "I swear, once I get out of here, I'll kill every last one of them!"
A frustrated scream tore from his throat. "Aarrgghhhhh!"
Suddenly, a cold voice drifted from the shadows of the cell. "Your screams won't help. No one's coming. Unless… someone comes to rescue you."
Izak froze, almost ready to scream again. "W-who the fuck are you?" he demanded, eyes darting toward the dark corner. He hadn't noticed there was someone else in the cell with him.
The man chained in the shadows—hands, feet, and neck shackled—offered a bitter smile. "I'm Charmagne…"