A Father's Resolve

As the clock struck 4:00 am, Don Kisame's main house bustled with anticipation.

Word had spread like wildfire of my awakening, and it was Don Kisame himself who sought me out on the balcony. His presence exuded a mix of relief and concern as he approached me with a handshake.

"Thank God! How are you, young man?"

Don Kisame's voice carried a genuine warmth as he inquired about my well-being.

"I'm okay now, sir,"

I replied, a sense of gratitude filling my words.

"It seems everything is back to normal now."

A brief pause hung in the air before Don Kisame delved into the pressing question.

"So, how was the mission? Did it fail?"

My gaze shifted as I recounted the arduous journey, the sacrifices made, and the losses suffered.

"Well... we had a lot of casualties. Most of the elite guards died,"

I responded, my voice tinged with a mix of sorrow and determination.

"But we solved it. We uncovered the truth."

Don Kisame's eyes widened with intrigue as he leaned closer, his curiosity piqued. "Tell me everything you discovered. I'm all ears."

And so, I shared the intricate details, painting a vivid picture of the events that had unfolded since the day we were assigned to guard the Bendeta mansion. From the missing children to the enigmatic Wednesday 999, from Chief Melton John's secrets to Petri De Grace's true identity, I spared no detail. I spoke of the AL-Machina, the soul cores, the diamonds, and the dark forces that had gripped the mansion in their clutches.

As my narrative unfolded, I noticed a shift in Don Kisame's expression. His eyes glistened with tears, his emotions cascading like a waterfall.

"Justice is served, my son,"

he whispered, his voice filled with both sorrow and relief.

"You can rest in peace now."

I watched as Don Kisame's mind wandered, his thoughts consumed by the memories of his past. Tears streamed down his face, carrying the weight of a burden that had been lifted. In that moment, I understood the depth of his connection to the Bendeta mansion, to the souls that had been trapped within its walls.

A bittersweet smile graced Don Kisame's lips as he wiped away his tears.

"I'm glad I had the chance to see you one last time, Antonio," he whispered softly, his voice carrying a mix of longing and acceptance. "My dear son, Kelly."

I couldn't help but shed a tear in response, witnessing the catharsis and the newfound peace that washed over Don Petri. He had carried this burden for so many years, and now, finally, he was free.

In that moment, on the balcony overlooking the awakening world, a connection formed between us—a shared understanding of the trials and tribulations that had brought us together. It was a bond forged through the darkness, but one that now carried a glimmer of hope.

As the sun rose, casting its golden rays upon us, I knew that our journey was far from over. The revelations of the past had laid the foundation for the future, for a world where justice would prevail and the spirits of the innocent would find solace.

[End of Lexus POV]

Don Kisame smiled warmly as he looked at Lexus. "By the way, how was my daughter?" he asked, his voice filled with curiosity and concern.

Lexus felt a wave of confusion wash over him. "Wh-Whose daughter?" he stuttered, trying to make sense of Don Kisame's words.

"The one I told you about before the day we first met," Don Kisame clarified, his eyes sparkling with pride. "Her name is Hailey. She's my niece."

A jolt of realization surged through Lexus as he connected the dots. "You mean Oriana?" he exclaimed, his voice filled with awe and astonishment.

Don Kisame nodded approvingly. "Yes, she's Oriana Hailey Bendeta Hoody," he confirmed, his voice laced with conviction. "She is the daughter of the renowned magician and the queen of gemstones."

Lexus's mind reeled with the revelation. Oriana's lineage held an air of prestige and mystery, and he couldn't help but be awestruck by the depth of her background.

Don Kisame placed a reassuring hand on Lexus's shoulder, his expression turning serious. "Please take care of her," he implored, his voice tinged with a father's concern. "She's all I have left."

A surge of honor and responsibility coursed through Lexus as he nodded sincerely. "Yes, sir. Of course, I'll take care of her. She's special to me too," he promised, his voice filled with determination.

With a knowing smirk, Don Kisame quickly left the balcony, his eyes catching sight of Oriana standing behind Lexus. Sensing the emotions in the air, he made his way to the CCTV room, quietly observing the unfolding scene.

Oriana's voice trembled as she found the courage to speak. "I-I... I'm special to you too?" she questioned, her eyes glistening with hope and vulnerability.

Caught off guard by her words, Lexus stumbled over his response, trying to find the right words. "Ahk, umm... Hey! I'm... I'm ba—" he began, his voice faltering.

Before he could finish his sentence, Oriana let go of the bags of groceries she had been holding and threw her arms around Lexus, pulling him into a tight embrace. Tears streamed down her face as she whispered, "I was worried... I thought I was going to lose you."

Overwhelmed by the depth of her emotions, Lexus returned the embrace, holding Oriana tightly against him. As the sun cast a golden glow on the world around them, they stood there, finding solace and reassurance in each other's arms. The melodies of nature played in the wind, birds singing a joyful symphony.

Meanwhile, in the CCTV room, Don Kisame watched the tender moment between Oriana and Lexus unfold on the screens. A wide smile spread across his face as he declared,

"Party is on me tonight!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!"

The room erupted with excitement and celebration as the guards joined in the jubilation.

Love had found its way into their hearts, intertwining their paths in a destiny they were yet to fully comprehend. And in that moment, surrounded by joy and the promise of a brighter future, Lexus and Oriana embraced their newfound connection, ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.