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Light left Tobias blue eyes.
Darkness set in.
With raised chin, he looked around the seashore, searching for any sign of watching eyes or listening ears.
Though, he’d have felt it if there was one, but he has never not been calculatedly careful.
So, he looked.
“Area surveyed, Wrath. We did checks before we landed.” The parachute guy chimed, sounding like trouble and the synonym.
“How deep?” Tobias faced him.
Before parachute guy could reply, surfboard lady beat him to it…
“Deep like the last p+$sy I f+ked, Wrath. No one was around besides the Serpents. Now that they’re down, this seashore is clear.”
The cat and mouse play between the two of them is so obvious like they’re enemies from different clans.
“Yeah, you’re gonna keep taking my fuckin’ lines, right, Yalda?” Parachute guy sneered. “You’ve been on this bullshit since forever.
“Migos, you need to get your shit faraway from me tonight, or I have your eyes for dinner.” Yalda shrugged, squeezing her lips.
Tobias right hand flew up in a swift flight, and the back of that hand came down on Yalda’s cheek.
The sound ricocheted, one would think her cheek would tear.
The lady fell on her knees.
Tobias used his left hand too, sending the back of it to Migos’s jaw.
The hit was brutal like him. Migos hair scattered around his eyes.
He went on his knees, too.
The other Odds stood silently in the circle, watching the unfolding.
Scenes like this are inevitable with Yalda and Migos.
As Hawks of Odium, they’re enemies for an unknown reason.
“You wankers seem to have lost your consciousness compasses, f+k!” Tobias glared. “You come here to the first meet in years, and the first thing you do is exchange words in front of me when I’m still mad from the deeds of the poor club? My head is still heating. Get close and feel the ooze, Yalda. Get close, Migos. Feel the f+kin ooze and tell me what you think!” His words slapped against the crashing waters like a solid form.
“I’m sorry, Wrath.” Yalda calmed.
“More sorry, Black Rose.” Migos added.
Behind everything, Seraphina watched like a stranger.
She felt like a stranger here.
Truly, she never knew anything clean or orthodox with him.
He was always intimidating and unsettling in an odd kinda way. She knew he wasn’t ordinary.
But she never placed her mind on this kind of extraordinary.
Now she feels like she doesn’t even know him at all. Like all the things she knew before were a fairytale beside this one she’s witnessing.
Powers exist, too.
And this man definitely stood on top of it all. She doesn’t need a diviner to tell her they’re a organized cult.
A Dark Crime Cult.
And Tobias is like a Crime Boss.
They called him First Man of Odium.
Meaning…he owns this cult.
That realization made her throat close on nothing, but her grip on his shirt never loosened.
She even held the shirt tighter on each side of his body from that back she stood at. His shadow covered her completely, his tallness clears.
Suddenly, everything she experienced in the den of the people who kidnapped her meant nothing.
Suddenly, she forgot about it all.
She focused on the man she’s hiding behind. He’s all that matters now.
She once asked herself where she’d find power to fight her enemies with, but now…her answer seems clear.
Clearer than day.
She cast a long, deep look at the circle of Odium members and the dead bodies surrounding the seashore.
The scene made her chest ring.
With fear.
She white-knuckled Tobias shirt, fists squeezing his shirt so hard like he’s her only available refuge.
And he is.
Now, Yalda and Migos are up from their knees, back to their silence.
“Check the bodies,” Tobias ordered, loud enough to rise over the waters.
Two Odds moved to go do that…
“I was talking to you, Jude.” Tobias interrupted them.
The two Odds returned to their initial positions, and Jude moved.
He moved from the position he has been since the beginning of all these, walking slowly and looking around at everyone while at it.
His shock is gone, now replaced with deep intrigue.
He stared at them like he’s interested in what made up their systems.
Like he wants to dig into the system.
Migos gave him an unwelcome glare when their eyes met.
Yalda? Yalda was strictly blank.
Jude arrived at the limousine before he stopped staring at them.
He zoned his attention on the limousine which is now filled with bullet-holes, numerous enough to trigger trypophobia.
Tino’s body lay there below the car, his head beside the front tire.
Bodies of Serpents lay around him like sacrifices.
But Jude noticed something though.
He moved closer to one of the bodies and went down in a squat, checking out his tattoos.
Jude stuck out his pointer finger and rubbed the tattoo.
It came off.
He went to another Serpent body and rubbed the bodily tattoos.
It came off, too.
Jude stood, facing the cult.
“Fake tattoos, I think they’re fake.” He said smartly.
“Yeah I knew they were fake,” Yalda sighed. “Serpents might be below us, but they’re not completely spineless. It’d have taken more minutes for us to take them down if they were real. The stupid Leader of Valhalla would never send his Serpents over that fast. He sent fake Serpents cos he knew we would waste their arses.” Yalda yapped, head intentionally low and eyes glaring up.
“You got some skills, I agree.” Migos nodded at Jude. “But shit, you aren’t an Odd. You’re too new to the system while we grew up with this shit.”
“I never said anything about becoming an Odd though.” Jude said casually, feisty.
“All of your moves shows your eagerness to be recognized, dawg.” Migos glared. “Don’t try to whitewash details for me, I already know.”
“Migos,” Tobias called huskily for immediate caution.
“Pardon my manners,” Migos nodded back as Jude walked past him.
“You cool,” Yalda nodded at Jude with a unfiltered smirk.
“Thank you, Yalda.” Jude nodded back, a little empty smile rubbing on his features.
He caught her name when Tobias was talking to them earlier.
Weirdly, Tobias never looked back at Seraphina again since he put the coat on her. It’s like he forbade himself from turning his neck at her.
Seraphina felt too lonely back there.
Too lonely it was choky.
Tobias’s phone buzzed with a new call which he picked without even looking at the screen.
Who’d call at this heated hour if not the Leader of Valhalla.
“Don’t touch Tino. I returned the only hostage I have with me. Naturally, he should be returned too.” He went straight to the burning issue.
“You didn’t return shit, motherfucker,” Tobias growled, mad. “You took a healthy human, but she returned with two cuts on her brows, one cut on her lip, bruises on her laps and her two knees. Then, her br+sts were definitely touched. You touched the muse of my altar, and you already know something goes for something. You sent me a arrow with a clipped butterfly too, and I’m still holding it. I’ll make your son a little lab rat and soak my hands with his blood. I wanna hear you cry.”
Seraphina went still behind him.
He knows the number of cuts and bruises on her skin?
Just like that? How did he…
“I didn’t know you had any connection with her before picking her up.” Valhalla Leader breathed out it nearly crashed the speakers. “If you dare touch Tino again, Tobias St. Graves, you know how bloody I fight.
“I don’t fight, I end people,” Tobias raised his shoulders eagerly. “And thank you, make it bloody.”
He hung up and snapped his fingers at the Odds.
While Yalda gathered the bodies in one place, Migos called their cleaning sector to come with a truck.
An Odd drove the destroyed limousine into the sea.
Another Odd carried Tino’s body into Tobias car.
While all of these happened, Tobias was already walking to his car.
Though, he made sure Seraphina was right in front of him.
Seraphina looks like she has a lot to say, but how would she when he never said a word to her?
Jude opened the car door for her.
She looked back at Tobias, but he was already at the other side.
So, she entered the backseat.
Jude threw the door close and joined Tobias in the front.
So, Seraphina is alone at the back.
The drive began, and all she got was his back view as he made various calls to the Odds, ordering them around like the Boss he is.
She doesn’t even have her phone anymore. They took her phone at Valhalla Club.
The evidence of Marley killing the former gatekeeper is all gone now.
She needs something brand.
Something new.
But to get anything at all in this stage, she needs him.
She needs Tobias.
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[Back At The Seashore]
The bodies have been packed into the truck by the cleaning sector.
The truck is just driving off.
The seashore is clear now.
Clear like nothing happened here tonight. Even the footprints have been wiped off the sand.
Yalda stood with crossed arms, staring into the dark waters with her surfboard below her feet. She’s standing on it again, just not moving.
“Damn, feels good to come out of the shadows after years…” She widened her arms, facing the sky.
“I wonder if that chic is aware of how deep Wrath is. She’s gon be on her tippy toes everyday,” Migos voice boomed behind her.
He hung his parachute straps on his shoulders, looking steely.
“First, let’s hope she doesn’t run mad. That’s the most important.” Yalda replied, eyes focused on the sky.
“I’m hoping she runs mad. She’s a f+kin’ distraction we don’t need. I only want him to f+k her brains out and cast her away.” Migos stated.
“You a p+$sy,” Yalda faced him.
“Well you know!” Migos frowned. “You know what happened with Kelly! Bi+ch, he was starting to grow a very tiny attachment for that whore in Hollow, but look what she did!”
“Yeah I’m not going back on that hill with you, Migos.” Yalda nodded.
They’re enemies in a funny kinda way cos at times like this, they talk, but when they clash, they take it to hell if there’s no one to stop them.
“You’re already on that hill, so listen!” Migos insisted. “After that shit, he picked Ruth up as his next plaything, but that whore fell for him, and she made the mistake of posting him as her boyfriend. You know he took you and eleven other female Odds to go beat her up, she almost died.”
Yalda laughed malevolently, lips curling in an awkward way like the laughter is foreign to her face. “We waterboarded the bitch till she began peeing herself.”
Some other female Odds around them who went with Yalda to beat Ruth that night laughed over it too.
“She was begging us with bible verses like we were angels.” One of ’em said.
“And during the beating, she had the nerves to say her feelings for Wrath were genuine, like come the fû+k on, ain’t nobody in love with Wrath genuinely. They love his face, his có+k, and his young money!” Another one said with a chuckle.
“When she said that, Yalda hung her upside down for that statement, and we left her like that with the wet cloth wrapped over her face and head till daybreak. She barely escaped death.”
“That shit was my best rodeo till now.” Yalda sighed.
“Yeah, so y’all know why I’m saying,” Migos crossed his arms. “I only hope this new one stays on her effing lane and not claim a boyfriend one day, cos if that happens…”
“I’ll be the first one to flame her,” Yalda talked. “But for now, she cool.”
“You seem to like her. That is why you notified Wrath that she was taken.” Migos hissed.
“Man, I won’t take you bitching out on me tonight. I’mma drown you in the sea and myself with you.” Yalda faced him squarely.
“So you like Jude too? You want him as an Odd? Is that why you were complimenting and calling him cool too? I don’t trust that dawg!” Migos probed annoyingly.
“I don’t fû+k men, Migos. I fu+k women like your mother, and yeah I like Jude. He’s smart and cool, not some scarface Atalanta debris like you.” Yalda shrugged.
“You wanna say that again?” Migos came closer, ready to pounce on her.
“What? You want some?” Yalda crossed closer too.
Some Odds got between them, stopping the impending clash.
“It’s too early to piss Wrath off again!” They warned.
Yalda was smirking with her chin resting on her chest.
Migos bulged, pissed.
But their buzzing phones killed the tension in the air.
Their phones buzzed at the same time. All 21 of them.
Texts from Wrath.
• A proper talk happens tomorrow at my Hell. Keep your eyes around for any move from Valhalla.
“Of course, I’m always alert.” Yalda smiled like a bad omen.
Migos grinned.
He loves Odium Hell Building a lot, and he misses it.
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[Valhalla Club]
An obvious crack had split the usual order of this place.
Leader sat on his throne, not with his usual predatory calm.
Now, there’s heat.
There’s something waiting to be settled. There’s a disturbance in form of a human.
Wrath.
Silence clung to Leader as he sat there, encircled by Serpents whose fury had nowhere to go.
They don’t have Tobias in their grasp anyways. All they could do was boil.
They’d seen what the Odds did to the fake Serpents they sent.
A camera planted inside the destroyed limousine had shown them everything.
“We wanted Odium stupid people back, and now they’ve returned with a move we never anticipated. But this is only the opening scene of an endless war.” Grilled Teeth spoke through clenched jaws.
“Two months ago, I brought up your hidden son, Leader.” Dyed Hair hummed. “I suggested sending him out of the country and ending his mother’s life. You said no.”
“And you think distance would’ve protected him?” Grilled Teeth scoffed. “Cut the crap. The priority now is getting him back.”
“Should we involve the Redds?” a Serpent at the back asked.
“No.” Grilled Teeth shut it down immediately. “We were supposed to clear Seraphina for the Redds, but we released her because of Leader’s son. We’ll deal with this ourselves.”
The room fell still again, and every eye drifted toward the silent Leader.
On his throne, unmasked, his fingers tightened around a cigar.
“I’m eager to see what he’s going to do to my son.” He voiced out.
“Leader!” Grilled Teeth snapped. “Give the order, and we’ll storm that church. Slaughter the workers. Slaughter the worshippers. Leave Wrath standing among the corpses he loves so much.”
“I just said I’m eager to see what he’s going to do to Tino.” The cigar returned to Leader’s mouth. “The wounds he leaves on him will determine the scale of my response. Relax. Wrath knows exactly what he’s doing. So do I.”
He took a slow drag from his blunt, and smoke crawled upward, staining the air above him.
“For now, prepare Dean’s invitation. And prepare a complete record of the sins for him.”
“Got it.” Dyed Hair stepped away and disappeared into a dark room.
Grilled Teeth exhaled sharply.
He hates when Leader became measured like this.
Because every time he did, something terrible followed.
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[Unknown Cabin]
Saint remained on the sawdust-covered floor, but he’s silent now because these Rednecks aren’t worth the effort.
At one point, he even slept off, expecting to wake up to Tino storming in with the rest of the Asphalt Kings.
Tino has a tracker on his phone.
He has one on Tino’s too.
They did it so neither could disappear without the other knowing, which means Tino should’ve been here already.
But he’s not here.
That coward better not be curled up and cowardly sick over what happened at the Church.
Tino could lose his stomach over the smallest splash of blood.
The Rednecks still hovered around Saint, grumbling about why the Priest hadn’t shown up yet.
They probably called Tobias and tried threatening him, expecting him to come running.
Saint let out a groan.
“Look, cō+kheads,” he finally said. “You have to matter before Toby takes your threats seriously. You think some gutter gang like y’all can drag him out into this freezing night just to waste bullets? Your confidence is almost impressive.”
The boot of a Redneck crashed fatally into his mouth.
“Fû+k!” Saint spat blood.
Bexley is going to pay dearly for this madness.
Painfully.
“Strip him,” another Redneck ordered. Maybe the new leader.
The others moved in to do the stripping.
Saint tensed up, ready to strike with his bound legs, but then the cabin swallowed a new crowd.
More bodies filed inside, but they’re not Rednecks.
These ones look like professional killers—hitmen.
“The f+k are y’all?” one Redneck demanded.
No answer.
The last hitman stepped in.
Then, Dora entered.
She stepped through like royalty arriving for an execution.
Dora Redd.
The celebration was still raging thunderously at the penthouse, but the hitman she assigned to watch Bexley reported to her the moment Saint was brought here.
Her phone tracker confirmed it.
So she came herself.
“Touching my muse?” she smiled. The expression never reached her eyes.
“Death wish approved.” She roared, gaze swept across the room before she dropped the order….
“Kill every last one.”
Chaos erupted.
Rednecks against Dora’s hitmen.
Steel clashed with gun, and blood splashed the cabin surfaces.
On the floor, Saint grunted. “Bitch.”
Outside, Dean’s car rolled to a stop.
He stepped out with his guards and sent them inside immediately.
He had received Tobias text, and not like he takes orders from anyone, but he started this stuff.
He handed the Rednecks the raiding contract of Tobias Rectory.
Now he’s here to end it.
He was heading in when his phone vibrated with a hospital notification.
Kelly is awake.
He halted, and his mind went to Seraphina. Is she fine with the Valhalla people?
He snapped out of it immediately.
Why the hell is he bothered about Seraphina when he just got the text about Kelly’s awakening?
Another vehicle pulled up, and Uncle Will stepped out.
Dean’s frown deepened.
“Uncle Will?”
—
Seraphina winced again when Tobias pressed the cotton bud against the bruise on her lip.
He held her by the hair—gently, but firm enough to keep her exactly where he wanted her.
He used five cotton buds already.
Five. Used and discarded.
Every wound had been taken care of. Every bruise. Every scrape. Every mark left behind by hands that should never have touched her.
Her knees, her laps, her brows.
He missed none of the wounds.
And through all of it, he hadn’t said a single word.
Not even one.
At first, Seraphina thought he was thinking. She consoled herself with her own theory that he’s thinking.
Now it felt intentional and punishing. Seraphina could feel it.
She’s in his bedroom for the first time, and normally, she should look around and take in every detail.
She couldn’t.
The satanic black walls swallowed everything including her curiosity, but his silence was louder.
Worse, he wasn’t looking at her.
Why?
His rage is still there too. She could feel it burning beneath his skin.
The drive from the Seaside to the Church took almost an hour, yet he still looked ready to break someone’s neck with his bare hands.
But is that enough reason to mute on her like this?
She hadn’t done anything wrong. She was the one who was dragged away.
The one who suffered.
The one who was violated.
So why did it feel like she was the one being punished?
Questions kept stacking in her head, and she’s slowly gathering the courage to ask.
Once upon a time, she’d have emptied her heart without hesitation.
Now?
After what she’d seen at the Seaside?
After seeing what Tobias truly was?
He felt unfamiliar like a stranger wearing Father’s face.
She had been staring at him for so long she didn’t notice her lips part.
His fingers shot out, rough and cold, he caught her chin, pressed it up and shut her mouth for her.
Then he applied the final dab of ointment and stood.
Seraphina rose too and stepped in front of him.
He stopped.
“So I’m not invisible.” She nodded, finally gathering enough confidence. “You can see me. So why the silence?”
“Don’t make me hurt you, Seraphina.” He talked like he forced himself to. Her name rolled from his mouth like a miserable threat.
Her throat tightened.
“I get that you’re angry at what happened, but say something. It feels like we’re just meeting and—”
“Go into the bathroom and bathe, then take the bed and sleep, or take the couch and sleep there again.” He cut into her words.
“Take a bath after you just treated my wounds? I don’t need a bath, Father. I need—”
“I don’t care what you need right now, Seraphina.” His voice dropped. “Get in the bathroom.”
A flicker crossed his eyes, but not anger. It’s something colder, uglier.
And suddenly, she understood.
It’s disgust.
He’s disgusted because another man had put his hands on her.
“It wasn’t my fault that I was kidnapped!” she snapped.
“Don’t make me kill you before I kill that bastard, Seraphina.” He said her name warningly like a curse again, and her blood turned to ice.
The look in his eyes was enough to skin hope from her bone.
He grabbed a cigar from the stack on his drawer and headed for the door.
Seraphina followed him with plans to reach him and touch him and pull him back from whatever darkness was swallowing him.
But Tobias sensed it and turned.
His hand shot forward violently, aimed for her throat.
But then at the last minute, his fist folded shut. He stopped himself.
Instead of grabbing her neck, he shoved her very hard.
As a result, the towel slipped from her body and dropped to the floor, but neither of them cared.
Seraphina went after him again. This time, she threw her arms around him desperately like she was trying to keep a monster from walking away.
His body was too large and broad and solid for her to fully hold.
Yet, she held on anyway.
Tobias froze. Completely.
“I’ll make a proper second introduction,” she whispered against his chest. “I’m Seraphina, and we’re on a deal, Father.”
His muscles locked soundlessly beneath her touch.
“I was touched. Violated. Humiliated by that punk.” She continued, her hand climbing slowly, s+ductively to the back of his neck.
Softly, she stroked.
“But right now… I need you to make me forget.” Her voice cracked, fingers brushing his skin. “Please. Don’t look at me like you’re disgusted.”
Tobias didn’t move.
Not because of her words. Not because of her plea.
But because of this her arms around him—her skin against his body.
That contact.
The thing he spent so long avoiding and swore never to allow.
F+k.
He tore her off him, and Seraphina staggered off his body.
His body was as solid as a old mountain, tension snapping through every muscle.
The rage vanished, replaced by something far more feral.
“Pick a safe word.” He breathed harshly, straight to the point with no explanation to back it.
Seraphina blinked confusedly, breathing loudly too, but she knew he hated repeating himself, so she said the first thing that came to mind.
“Black Rose.”
“Good.” His jaws strapped like they’d snap. “When it becomes too much, say it, then I might stop. Or…you can decide to not say shit, and I’ll enjoy making you drip to death.”
“Father?” Her mind went apart with anxiousness enough to break her to pieces and scatter the bits.
“You asked for this,” he picked her up, forgetting about her wounds.
To hell with them.
Her legs wrapped his waist in a dangerously tight tangle.
“You touched me. You gave me a f+kin’ hug, Seraphina. You deserve every evil that comes with it.”
“I know I do, Father. I do, like madly,” Seraphina whispered back when she found her voice. “Make me forget….do whatever you please to my body tonight…..”
His head went down, going buried between her chest without warning.
He swallowed her first huge br+st, pressing the soft flesh into his mouth till her n+pple hit his throat.
“Father!” Seraphina screamed, hands clutching his rosary like her anchor, c+nt needily clamping.
Under the bed, Nun Ruth lay, n+ked.
She initially lay in bed, waiting for Father Tobias arrival, but when she heard footsteps of two different people, she decided to slip under the bed and see what happens.
Now, she’s seeing what’s happening.
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Tobias’s mouth corrupt around Seraphina’s dark n1+ples. Her arms wrapped tight around his shoulders. His eyes madly closed, her p+$sy dripping hard on his shirt.
Ruth stopped breathing completely under that bed. She quickly covered her mouth with her palm to block her pained squirms.
The cold floor kissed her n+ples.
TBC.
