The Lords against DJ

DJ in the mansion

DJ in the mansion

It was after a long while now that the mansion savoured something close to the activity that supported excitement, savoury aroma wafted through the corridors, making every heart flutter and excited for the upcoming event, while several other rearrangements were made just the way the lord of Pyro preferred.

Lord Yael was coming home after going missing for six months. The event was itself surprising and had aroused many questions in the observant minds of people around, but no one was enough heroic to step forward and display those questions for the sake of justifiable answers. The staff had witnessed Ezekiel and Nova talking to each other in whispers for a few days, frequent visits of important characters were seen around the mansion too, but it was all the staff could get only and nothing else.

Oh yes!... the word 'detective' was profusely used as well.

Where it was unfortunate for the empire and its finely working operations, the absence of the lord caused his devoted people to feel the void to another level. It was as if the circle of life had stopped for them, working like machines around the house and doing a standard set of chores remained as the majority of their lives.

Yael was a daunting man in all accounts, but he was once a child in that same mansion, several traits of his and his strict liking towards certain things contributed to the charms of his dark personality. While many adored their lord the way he was, obediently submitting to him and finding comfort in it, most of them trembled at the mere mention of his name.

There were a few who didn't like the man at all, simply despised his existence with all their might. And of course, they had their own reasons which they worshipped passionately and would cross limits for them.

Mafia rivalry worked like that anyway.

Nova and his beloved son Leo had also been a part of the welcome preparation since morning, after getting a confirmation about their arriving time from Seva, both father and son duo managed things around the house carefully. From Yael's nutritious dinner, his bedroom to the necessary facilities required for the advanced treatment of the wounded man, all were divided and were fulfilled within time.

It was as if the empire was adjusting itself to rejoice the true sire after a long wait.

Lord Yael, being particular, was one thing nobody could cross just like that. The man was vocal about his likes and dislikes and expected changes according to his taste, be it a human, a law or any other aspect, and he would shift it just like how he desired.

That's how he maintained an empire like Pyro after all.

The Doukas's was aware of this trait very well, and so was the staff; therefore, no chance of complaint was affordable.

The most chaotic was the grand kitchen of the mansion among the various other spots. Inside that cavern were the high-class chefs bickering over a list of sweet dishes that Yael had taken a liking to for the past couple of years. If one of them said, he would make a specific pudding considering the sweet tooth of their lord, then the other would roar to bake cinnamon rolls, hence another tug of war between them.

But it all ended when someone announced the mighty arrival of Nova Doukas their way.

The said man watched the kitchen staff scurrying around the wide expanse of the room when he entered with a clearing of his throat, he eyed them sternly for their childish acts and requested a glass of cold water. While he drank, Nova observed how everyone in the kitchen seemed immersed in silent talk about Yael. Perhaps the happiness surrounding them was unavoidable that he was able to take a closer notice of those hidden smiles and anticipating eyes that were waiting for the arrival of Yael.