Limitless The Strongest Revenant

Jo took the AR-15 and a Punisher 1911 for her sidearm.

Bella took the 629 Competitor and Aira's Skydio X2E drone.

Jasmine, not surprisingly, took the M24 and one of the Punisher 1911s.

Robyn took the Blade MAC-11's and all the M26 grenades.

Aki, a bona fide assassin, took the MP5SD along with the Ruger MK II.

Lilly got the M60 and its ammo as she wanted, when most of the Sirens took two guns each, she decided to take the P30L as well.

Liv, who didn't understand guns, was left with the Winchester 1887.

The northerner was a little sad at first, thinking she was getting leftovers. But when I showed her how to spincock the 1887, she was delighted. Even more so when she learned how powerful the 10 gauge slugs were.

I barely had time to go over my gifts as I distributed my arsenal to the girls. They each gave me a kiss and switched to {Rewind}. Similar to me, they planned to take advantage of the {Fate} download function and have both {Limitless} and the {Rewind} family at their disposal.

Although these weapons served me well, they were beat up and quite outdated. However, when I mentioned that I would just buy them new ones, the girls unanimously told me that I was being stupid.

"Honey, it is not that we want these weapons specifically. It is because they have been with you in all your battles. They are like jewelry in our eyes. We couldn't care less about the jewelry worn by others, no matter how good they may be."

Since no one disagreed with Bella's argument, I figured that everyone felt the same way. It was a strange feeling. That someone cared about things I owned. But when I saw the girls hugging and even kissing the weapons, I felt quite loved.

Of course, that was nothing compared to when I opened the gifts the Sirens had given me. Needless to say, they gave me an armory's worth of guns. And they were huge improvements over my old ones.

It felt like fate, as Jas usually put it. I noticed a while back that my girls had gun centric names. Maybe that was why I was already attached to them. Browning, Taurus, Benelli, Denel, Lithgow and Miroku. Those names were extremely sexy to me.

Similar to when I picked up my father's guns, I savored the sound of metal and the smell of gun oil as I carefully handled each weapon. I didn't know what face I was making, but I was beyond happy.

"Sisters, darling is making creepy faces."

"It gets worse, Jo, dearest will soon be making expressions like he is making love to them."

"Somehow I get the feeling that Husband is more seduced by those weapons than by us."

"What? The panting and weird noises possum makes not enough for you? "

"Are these weapons really that good? Beloved looks absolutely enchanted."

"As much as I love Master. This is unsettling. Should we intervene?"

"Let him be happy for a while. He is just a pervert. Even so, I think we should be happy that he likes them so much."

I couldn't care less what the girls thought of me. My new arsenal was oh so sexy. They mesmerized me whenever I pulled their triggers or their charging handles. I was also thrilled that none of the weapons were redundant.

Each weapon would serve a specific purpose in my fighting style. Nothing made me happier than imagining how many undead my new kit would kill. I quickly pulled out the USP matches my family had given me and placed them next to my new weapons.

It was only in those moments that I understood the Instagram people. With my phone I took pictures highlighting the beauty of each gun. I probably couldn't keep my face from drooping with happiness.

After about thirty minutes, I loaded everything into my {Auto}. Originally, I wanted to use {Fates} on them, but with {Limitless}, that would no longer be necessary.

When the girls saw that I was finally done, they approached me. I couldn't help myself and pulled them all into a group hug.

"My kindred, the women I love the most. Thank you so much. I absolutely adore them. Your gifts made me fall in love with each of you all over again."

Then I grabbed the Sirens one by one and French kissed them. Tasting so many high-class beauties was a privilege given to the rich and powerful. Unconsciously, I was looking forward to Sunday even more.

"My kindred, shall we go?"

"Yes!" x7

***

We were all summoned to the receiving area with a similar slam to the floor. But unlike before, something was different. It was a scent that I had become extremely sensitive to over the past week. The smell of iron. The smell of blood.

"WOW! He's finally here! I told you he wouldn't be late!"

"HELL YEAH! About time! 750,000 souls, man. Let's get to it."

"Damn, he has some fine women with him, we can fuck their brains out, right?"

What the hell was going on? I forced myself to stand up and saw over a thousand people with glowing {Fates} surrounding my squad. I tried to scan the area only to find a sight that made my blood boil.

My fury exploded as death resonance roared from my body.

"WHO THE FUCK DARES TO TOUCH MY PEOPLE?!"

Far away from us were the members of 2nd Amendment. All of them were bleeding from a variety of injuries. Claire and Angela, while also bloody, were thankfully still clothed. But the sight of my injured men made my sanity slowly slip away.

"Now, now, if you don't stop that I can't promise they'll be able to keep their faces."

I turned to see Yvonne and Phillip in the hands of the thugs. A man stepped forward who looked like a fucking douche bag. He was pulling Philip's hair as he carried my chief saint by the neck. My exclusive clerk was unconscious and was not moving as he was dragged across the floor.

"Patron! Don't worry about me! I have been through worse! Fuck them up!"

My mind suddenly fell silent. It was said that when anger reaches its absolute limit, it no longer manifests itself as intense emotion, but as the absence of it.

"Why?" I asked coldly.

"750,000 souls, bro! Do you know what we could do with that amount of money? And we can even nail some chicks while we are at it! Thanks for bringing them by the way. We will enjoy their pussies to the fullest."

"Jas."

At my words, a high-powered 7.62 round shattered the douche bag's skull. Yvonne and Phillip both fell to the floor.

"Robyn."

Suddenly, a white blur picked up all the hostages and set them aside.

"Liv."

A tall woman slammed her shield in front of my people, forming the most reliable wall.

Due to the speed of my girls, hardly anyone could react. Only then did they all scream when they saw their leader with only half his skull. The corpse slowly stood up as it searched for its face.

"Lilly."

"Yes, dear?"

"No one survives."

"Yes, dear."

Like a death sentence, the rest of my girls drew their weapons. The princess then roared with {Announce}.

"I! LILLY BROWNING KINDRED OF LIMITLESS, BY MY COMMAND AUTHORIZE THE USE OF LETHAL FORCE! SPARE NO ONE! SEVEN SIRENS! OPEN COMBAT!"

And so, our night began.