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When he was a young man, Damian despised chaos. When he'd set out to kill every member of the Rasia family, he's done so in a controlled manner. Taking each one out himself in a precise, untraceable way.

Now that he was older, after many decades utterly insane, he was learning to appreciate chaos. The way in which a mass of people, mostly men, assaulted a protected building without any semblance of order, created a fog that hid him from any who watched.

A massive doberman jumped out of an alley and immediately dropped to the ground, his left knee disappearing in an explosion of blood mist and bone fragment.

Hid him from almost anyone who watched, Damian reminded himself. The badger still had his eyes on him, although why he insisted on obeying Denton's no-kill rule when the rest of the men were under no such order baffled Damian. Still, it meant the man followed orders. A good trait, if Damian decided to keep him once he was a god.

A ram with marks over his right arm screamed as he ran at Damian. No bullet from his watcher took him down, Denton must be in trouble as that was the only person Damian expected could pull the badger's attention away from his assigned task.

Damian fed power to specific marks and the man's run slowed, as did the sounds of the battle. He sidestepped the ram, grabbed his unmarked arm--the marks on his other would stop even his heart on contact--and redirected him into the building's wall.

He released his hold on the man and time as the ram crumbled to the ground. Damian left him alive. This fighting was nothing more than a distraction; something he needed to push through to get to his prize. To get to his brothers.

Little else mattered at the moment. Once it was over he could spin everything he did in such a way Denton thought he'd been the good friend, the good servant, Damian was pretending to be. It would be amusing to watch the cheetah grow dependent on his help all the while destroying his social support structure until there was nothing left but a lone man desperate for anyone to pay attention to him.

He reached the corner and took down three of the four men there. The fourth one lost an arm at the shoulder from a high-velocity bullet. Unless the badger changed location, Damian would be free of his supervision after this turn. He was disappointed when no shot stopped him from stepping around the corner, he would have enjoyed some posturing from the badger about Damian remaining in sight, in spite of the goal being insider a building, out of the badger's view, but his watcher didn't waste time on useless gestures.

Damian reached a door guarded by two giant alligators and half a dozen bodies on the ground around them. Marks glowed to his sight under their clothing. His brothers had done a lot of work on these two. He saw enhanced strength, speed, durability. Lust? Why had they wasted time with that? It wasn't like they could benefit from it.

He fed power into his own marks as the men sprinted in his direction, speeding himself up to match them. He dodged one, boosting the kinetic energy in the elbow as it connected with the other. That man was sent in the air, giving Damian a few seconds alone with the other attacker.

Uncoordinated punches flew at Damian, and he parried or dodged him with a smile. There had been a movie when he was a child, one of a trilogy uncle Byron had used as an excuse to get him alone. Time, and the distraction of his playing his uncle's game of being talked into sex, made the memory fuzzy, but there had been one scene with the main character lazily dealing with a surprise attacker. The look on the alligator's face reminded him of that.

Damian punched the alligator in the chest with more kinetic energy than needed and he heard the man's bones break as he flew away. Unlike the movie, the alligator didn't get up from that punch.

The scraping of boots on concrete was all the warning he needed. Damian turned, caught the arm, redirected the energy was twisting it. More bones breaking. The scream was particularly delightful, if short-lived. Damian's punch in this alligator's throat ended it, as well as the man's life.

The door had magic protecting it, marks reinforcing it, making a lock no ordinary person could crack. Unfortunately for his brothers, they weren't under assault by ordinary men today. Damian fed power into his kick and the door exploded, leaving splinters to fall to the ground.

The magic protecting the building tried to keep him out, but it was weak, something put up in haste; not the impenetrable barrier Denton had destroyed. Once on the other side he heard the fighting taking place. He wasn't the first one to breach the wall. No surprise there, Denton was particularly motivated, but not a concern, he would go for his son, and unless his brothers were stupid enough to hold him when the cheetah showed up, they would be free for Damian to deal with.

He felt for power, and as he expected sense another wall further within the building. His brothers would be hiding behind it.

This time he avoided the delays of fighting. Walking around the armadillo throwing men away as if they were made of balsa wood, bypassing the cougar and otter being pinned down by shooters. He didn't see Denton, which surprised him, but he didn't let his absence bother him. If he'd gotten himself killed, it would simply be a minor inconvenience in the overall plan.

The second barrier was stronger, since it didn't have as large an area to protect, but still not strong enough to keep him out. This time he simply ripped the door out and tossed it back inside.

There were three gunshots in succession, and Damian sidestepped them.

"Really? What if I'd been one of your men with urgent news that your dead brother was back to take his revenge on you? You'd have killed the only person who could have warned you."

The two tigers in the large room stared at him.

"There is no way you're who you claim to be," the one with the gun snarled. He was unmarked.

Damian smiled as he looked from one to the other. "I can't believe it, you two finally look different." The other tiger's body was covered with marks. "So, which is which?"

The gunman emptied his gun at where Damian had been standing.

"That would make you Daniel. Donald would take the time to find out if I'm lying or not before trying to kill me."

"Oh, you are our brother," Donald replied, "you're the only one who ever obsessed about telling us apart. Remember that scar he gave you when we were nine?"

"How could I forget?" Daniel replied, putting a new magazine in his gun. "It went from my left ear to the right cheek. Do you have any idea how hard it was to replicate on Donald?"

"That was the point," Damian said as he stepped around his brothers. Bare room, no one else here, not even Denton's child. "But you did manage it. It was quite infuriating. Of course our father wouldn't let something like that stand and he got that healer to fix the two of you. He tried to punish me, but it wasn't like he could come up with anything I could think my way out of." This was their panic room.

"How are you even alive?" Donald asked. "Unlike dear old dad, we left nothing of you to come back from."

"A higher power intervened." Damian answered. "By the way, I heard about how you put my cock on display. I am not pleased with that."

"You heard that?" Daniel leveled his gun on Damian. "We burn him to ashes and Damian's pissed we turned his prized possession into a shop piece."

"No, I am pissed that you mutilated me. But having done that, the least you should have done was treat it with respect."

"Someone has an over-inflated sense of self-importance." Daniel cocked the gun.

"Don't waste the ammo, Danny, Damned can clearly wield magic."

"He's going to run out of power at some point, then I get to kill him again."

Damian smiled. "You might be surprised with how vast my reserve of power is. Unlike you, I didn't have a need to keep anyone alive for protection recently."

"Is that why you used the cover of our kids attacking?" Daniel asked.

"No, he's helping them," Donald said. "He's got to be. Not one of them is smart enough to take down the shielding we had. Damned did it."

"As much as I'd love to take the credit for that, I'm surprised you're forgetting one of the major players in this little game you set up."

His brothers looked at one another. "Dad's in a cage," Donald said, "Dit and Dom are cowering in their clubs as usual, I don't see who else there is."

Damian stopped his walking, partially in surprised and in part to assessed his brothers. There was no way they were as stupid as to kick the Society in the balls and not think they were a threat to them.

"Aren't you forgetting a baby you kidnapped? A father you enraged?"

"You mean Antonio?"

"Tell me you didn't rename Denton's son."

"We didn't. He's our son now, so we named him."

Daniel smiled. "We figured he'll give us someone to work on while we get Generation A 2.0 going again."

"He's a cheetah," Damian pointed out.

"I don't see how that's a problem," Donald said. "You're an ass and dad kept you."

Damian shook his head, unsure if he should be amused at their antics or exasperated.

"Look," Daniel said, "We bantered with him like the good brothers we are. Why am I not killing him yet?"

"Because clearly you can't," Damian said. "As demonstrated by the fact that I'm standing here after you burned me to ashes."

"I told you," Donald replied, "you'd be wasting the bullets, and anyway, he's out brothers. Why kill him when we can fuck him?"

Damian snorted. "Oh, like either of you can even get it up anymore."

The look of incredulity his brothers gave him shook Damian. Daniel unzipped his pants and took his cock out; his hard cock out of his pants.

"You wasted blood on that?" Damian asked. He didn't care how much men they had access to, those marks needed specific donors and this room was too clean to have had sacrifices performed here recently. For Daniel to be able to have an erection, even without having had sex since he'd killed a virile man, it had taken place in the last forty-eight hours.

"Why would we waste blood on sex?" Donald asked, a grin forming on his face. "Oh, I'm sorry, can you not get an erection without killing someone anymore?"

"What are you talking about?" Daniel asked.

Donald sighed. "You didn't even listen when I explained about the sex part, did you?"

"I was busy fucking someone, so no."

"What the fuck are you talking about Donald?" Damian demanded, not liking the implications of what he was hearing. What the fuck did you give them? He demanded of Sahataan.

"How about I give you a demonstration?" Donald said.

Before Damian could comment the need hit him hard enough he dropped to his knees. He needed to be fucked. He needed to feel a cock slide in his ass. No, not just a cock, that tiger's cock. He needed Donald to fuck him. He'd do anything to feel him inter him. To have him pound him until he cried his name.

"That's impossible," Damian croaked, trying to stop himself from crawling toward Donald. "You rejected him."

"Not feeling so special anymore, are you?" Donald said, taking out his cock. "I guess it never occurred to you someone could be worship two gods."

Damian licked his lips as the wonderful sight. The cock was already licking precum, and he wanted to smell it, bury his face in the groin. "That's impossible, you can't worship two."

Daniel joined Donald. "I don't know about that," he said, waggling his cock at Damian. "I think you can worship the two of us just fine."

And Damian found he wanted both cocks. He'd never wanted to have any cock as much as he did now. He looked up at them, wanting to deny his brothers, but he could tell how needy he looked by the eager smile on their face.

Donald motioned Damian to approach by crooking his finger. "Come enjoy what you want Damian, come have what you'll never be able to enjoy yourself again."

And against his will, Damian crawled to his brother's cocks.