WICK£D GOD
Wicked God – Chapter 45&46
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Gods of Death Duet-Book One
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A scream followed.
It poured out of the throat of Eden herself.
The moment the metal pierced into her system, she let out that scream with every energy left in her. And that shut her up.
As her lips came back to rest on each other, her blood soaked her gear.
Her knees curved.
The man holding her let go.
A little tear rolled out of her eyes before they went closed.
She hit the ground with a loud thud.
“Eden!!!!” El Crow’s voice was shaky. For the first time since he grew, he sounded humane with pity and regret torturing his voice.
He shouldn’t have pulled that trigger.
He should have let them take her away and then later search for her.
He should have been patient.
The self-blame and thoughts were riling him up brutally as he ran towards the body of the kid.
By now, the men were out in sight.
It was as though they disappeared.
Everything happened too fast.
He crumbled to his knees right beside the child, and carried her in his arm.
He hoped he’d feel warmth from her—feel the hope that she’s alive.
His head lost it’s balance when he couldn’t feel anything but blood, lifelessness, and death.
“Piccola….No….” He shook his head desperately, remembering back to when he saved her from the piercers.
Her tiny voice when she called him Brother.
Her blooming cheerfulness.
He hugged her body to himself, hiding his face in her chest.
“Piccola….”
—
[New Orleans Central Graveyard]
Everyone cried yearly at Darius’s memorial.
He wasn’t a forgettable human.
He was someone who had a cheerful relationship with everyone.
Though, Satan hated his cheerfulness, but he was still her favorite child cos Darius loved his mother a lot, too.
He always listened to her.
The only problem she had with him was his closeness with Skylar.
Everyone in Dread House knew his admiration for her wasn’t just for friendship sake.
Darius was madly in love with Skylar. Though, he never once said it out, but it was so obvious even Skylar herself wouldn’t deny she saw it.
As she stood at the back of the crowd at the graveyard, she made sure her shades were intact on her eyes.
Others were crying, but why would she? If she’d cry for anyone, then it’d be for herself, and she hadn’t even done that, so why…
Would she cry for Darius?
He was great and kind and likeable, but may his soul continue resting in heaven if that place exists. That’s what she’s wishing him.
After all, his stupid mother sold her off to a wedding already.
The news of her wedding to Jethro in five days was still heavy in her mind.
At the same time, she had an idea where all of these came from.
Marisa.
She once told her to marry Jethro, and she had turned her down and broke their mentor-mentee relationship because of that.
Now Satan set up her marriage with Jethro. That only means Satan now work with Marisa.
Skylar’s mouth felt bitter.
The way she doesn’t even have a say in her own life is upsetting, but what would she do? She’s a stranger here.
She looked around, secretly rolling her eyes under her shades when she saw everyone was still crying.
Most of them weren’t even in the team yet when Darius was still alive, especially Quincy and Renee.
But they’re crying?
Hypocritic much.
After the one hour of silence, Satan was the first to move closer to the tombstone where DARIUS OSBORNE was written in capitals.
She dropped the little bird cage close to the tombstone and dropped her flowers directly on the tombstone.
She wiped the tears in her eyes with her black hanky, smoothly.
“I miss you, Darius. Wish you would burst out of that tombstone now and give me a hug. I wish Aftermoor already existed when you died. I’d have brought you back to life….”
Her nose betrayed her by letting out a unplanned sniffle, but she didn’t care.
“If I knew my alliance with Arturo and his son back then would take you away from me, I wouldn’t have been an ally. Darius you have to forgive me…” She wiped her eyes again.
“But I promise you…. I’ll get to the root of the matter. I’ll fish out who poisoned you that night. I’m sure it’s Arturo’s son, but for your sake, I’m willing to investigate to strengthen my sureness. I’ll avenge you.”
“And Dread who’s caught relating with an Enigma would be beheaded on top of this tombstone.”
At that statement, Rosita’s palms balled discreetly.
After Satan stepped back, Rosita stepped in, dropping her flowers.
“Continue resting well, Darius.” She pointed at the bird in the cage. “Your bird says hi.”
Roselle pulled her hat away and stepped in next, crying profusely.
Her tears were the loudest.
“I’m as sure as mother that it was El Crow who killed you. No one will tell me otherwise. He poisoned you that night, but I’m willing to get to the root of the matter with mum, and if it’s really true, I’ll kill him myself and appease your soul with his blood!!”
At the back, Skylar felt like bursting into laughter. It’s really been a stupid turn of events lately, but one laughter won’t hurt, right? Cos the ridiculousness of Roselle stank.
Same person who’d do anything to sleep with cocaineboy?
Shame.
Immediately Roselle finished her hateful words and stepped back, murmurs broke. Everyone turned in the same direction.
Skylar looked in that direction too
She had to remove her shades when she saw who just came.
El Crow, with bloodstained hands and shoes, slacks and shirt.
His shirt might be black, but the blood that stained him was too red it stood out in the middle of the black.
The one on his palm looked like he dipped the palms in red dye.
Roselle gasped and gulped. He didn’t hear what she said about him earlier. Did he?
He better not. She won’t be able to handle it if he had heard about it.
She felt like rushing to him to explain that she only said that to fake her hate for him, but she could only pick on her nails till the cuticles bloodied.
Dread Armies blocked El Crow’s way, stopping him from going further.
The flowers he held in his right hand, he raised it on them, flinging it at their faces and necks, thrashing the three till the flowers fell apart.
The three made way, but another three came.
He revealed his scissors for those ones, but before he could start chopping fingers, Satan raised her hand, and the Armies stopped.
El Crow stepped forward without any flower, but from under his suit, he brought out a single rose which he dropped on the tomb.
He said nothing.
He turned around to leave, but Midnight obstructed him.
“You came to a sacred memorial with blood all-over you. What are your true intentions? To put a jinx on the service and lay a curse on Darius’s resting soul?” He accused.
“Out of the way.” El Crow’s thorny eyes met with Midnight’s.
“The night of Darius’s death. I mean…the hour before his death when you both went hunting together, what exactly happened during the hunting? Why did he come back and fell dead with foamy mouth? What went down in the woods!” Midnight snapped.
“You want me to cut your throat so you’ll go up there to meet him and ask what exactly happened?” El Crow’s reply was blunt.
Midnight’s anger was successfully bought.
He almost started a fight as he made to grip El Crow’s shirt.
“If you start a fight and ruin this memorial, Midnight, you’ll be banished from the team for life!” Satan warned stoically.
Midnight’s hand went down.
El Crow walked out of the memorial as catastrophically as he walked in.
Skylar was left on the curious side one again. Why is he all bloodied and why does he look mad at everyone?
Yeah, Darius’s death brings out the saddest parts of everyone, but El Crow’s current mood doesn’t seem to be caused by Darius’s memorial.
And then there’s his bloodiness.
Who’s the owner of that extra red blood on him? What’s going on with…
Her thoughts met a dead end when her brain reminded her of the note he sent to her—the window note about Eden being in danger.
Wait…
It can’t be her…
Right? Not Eden.
But she couldn’t stay still. She momentarily forgot about her own problems and left the graveyard without anyone’s knowledge.
She went after El Crow and luckily caught up by his car at the roadside of that city property.
“Were you able to keep the kid safe?” She asked breathlessly.
El Crow just opened his car door. He mightn’t turn, but his ears recognized her voice.
Before he could enter his car, she took the door from him and slammed it shut angrily.
“I just asked if you were able to keep the kid fuckin safe!” Her eyes streaked with red webs.
“Are you mad?” He answered, slowly looking up to meet her demanding eyes. “Skylar Homeless Vox! Are you fucking mad? How dare you even ask how the kid is doing? How dare you ask me if I was able to protect her when you don’t give a damn? How dare you even come here!”
Skylar stayed still.
“You’re not her mother, and her business is not your business, so just continue doing that! Continue minding your business and I’ll bury Eden’s body alone!” He continued.
Skylar’s eyes widened.
She shook her head fast, blinking repeatedly and looking around as if suddenly looking for Eden. “No…. she’s not….”
She was still muttering when El Crow opened his car door again to get in.
She took it and slammed it shut heavily.
“Tell me what happened to her!!! I’m asking you a question!!!” She yelled.
And that was followed by a deadly punch to her face which knocked her to the car body.
Her jaw bruised.
But she didn’t feel it.
All she wanted was Eden’s whereabouts, so she nodded and just wiped her jaw blood.
“She’s not dead…”
“The last time I went to the Nursery to see her, do you know what she said to me when I saw leaving?” El Crow muttered with a sour mouth. “She said….Tell Sister that Black is now my favorite color cos of her hair. She said Blonde was her second favorite cos of me, and she openly told me that she liked you so much and begged me to tell you to come see her…you fuckin’ bitch!”
Skylar shook her head again.
“You’re homeless, struggling. You have your own issues, but you still saved her with me at the piercers. Where did that humanity go when I sent you the note? Inferno can mess with our normal strengths and alter our decisions, but the super strength he gave us? It’s untameable, and we can only use it when we’re together! We could have saved her if you went with me, but you refused!”
Skylar staggered. “No …”
“Continue being the bad bitch…the heartless slut…the one who’d watch the world burn and don’t care so far she escapes unscathed. Go ahead and mend your problems alone, and like I said, I’ll bury Eden alone.” El Crow finalized and swallowed slowly.
A car drove past that silent road.
From inside it, the driver threw down a cigar butt to the woods.
The fire from it connected with a leaf, and a small fire erupted.
As the abnormal cracklings happened, El Crow knew the bastard entity was going to appear.
And he did.
Inferno materialized out of the fire with a loud laughter which made the road look like it held it’s breaths.
The fire burning on him was brighter than the last time, and his scorpion tail was longer and darker now.
“Do you both know why I’m more interested in your lives than Roselle’s?” He chuckled from the blaze. “Because there’s so much to witness and alter and drive you both crazy with,” he stated. “By the way…I’m expecting my second kills in Aftermoor soon…your first kills energized me so much it feels good to have a proper meal again.”
El Crow said nothing.
Skylar said nothing.
They looked defeated.
“Are you angry that i paused your legs when you were going to save that little girl?” Inferno cackled. “How else was I supposed to have additional fun if I don’t mess with you like that at times? Also, I knew Skylar wasn’t there to make your super strengths surge, so I had to entertain myself.”
“You’re doing all of this because of the price you talked about, right?” Skylar asked with folded fists.
“Of course!” Inferno laughed. “Initially, you both were just survivors of Aftermoor, and my grip on you both was limited, but now that you both have a price to pay to me, my tormenting grip is limitless. If you ask me, it hasn’t even started yet.” He stood in the middle of the road and widened his arms.
El Crow didn’t wait for the entity to disappear. He got in his car and simply drove away.
“To hell with you!!!” Skylar yelled at Inferno, trembling with fury. “You’d be surprised at what I can do once I set my mind on it! I’ll defeat you!” She threatened hotly before rushing back into the gravesite.
For the first time ever, they left before Inferno. The entity remained in the middle of that road.
“The hate between you both has to continue,” he muttered. “Of course I can’t lose my best food. I’m not dumb, you both. Hate each other madder, so I won’t starve to oblivion.”
His scarred face came to view.
“Why did Skylar not die even after getting intimate with him though?” He asked no one in particular.
Even as a dark entity, this issue put limits on his knowledge.
He had no idea why it happened that way.
Why did Skylar not die?
—
Back at the memorial, it was nearing the end when Skylar came back.
She wasn’t herself anymore.
She wasn’t thinking anymore. Her head was like an empty nylon getting carried by the air with nothing but breeze inside.
She bursted to the front of the crowd and went straight for Satan.
Satan looked up from the tombstone and cast her a glance.
“How the fuck am I getting married to Jethro in 5days?” Skylar queried.
“The fact that you think you have any right to query my decisions will always be beyond me, Skylar.” Satan returned her stare to the stone.
“Is this the reason you told to connect you to Marisa? Has this always been your plan? To throw me to an oldie like a worthless thing?” Skylar continued loudly.
“Did you feel like a queen when you were getting special treatment from Marisa?” Satan chuckled. “You? A worthless blood slave? Feeling like a queen? A pauper that can never eat on the same plate as a servant, talk more of dining with royals. You deserve to eat from the ground!”
Skylar’s palm nearly kissed Satan’s cheek in a slap, but she paused when something stuck her chest. The heartache.
The heartache!
Gawd…it came back in two folds, but now it’s split in two.
It was an heartache before because it only affected her left chest, but now it affected her whole chest.
And the right part of her chest where there’s no heart even hurt more insanely than her left chest.
That left chest only ticked faintly, but the right chest? It was hellish.
She went on a knee, clutching at her chest desperately, gasping for air and life.
Quincy and Rosita nearly went to her, but Midnight faced them.
“No one is allowed to talk to…or relate with Skylar Vox till the wedding day!” He ordered.
“Midnight!” Rosita snarled.
“I can’t believe you’re actually speaking up for her.” Roselle hissed.
Behind her, Roy was wordless.
“You can’t defy Midnight!” Renee quickly pulled Quincy back.
“You can decide to run away from this city again, but we all know how the three attempts you’ve made ended in failure.” Satan rolled eyes.
She was the first to leave the site with Midnight before the others began moving too, all looking too scared to go closer to Skylar till everyone left the site completely, leaving just her.
Skylar lay down, clutching at her chest, groaning, rolling as the pains dealt with her mercilessly.
It’s almost like the pain was mocking her. Why would it be more intense on her right chest than her left chest?
What’s going on?
Her eyes blurred, and the thought of Eden’s death flooded her mind again. She stared into space, giving herself deep wounds as her nails dug into the skin of her thighs.
She bled.
The chest ache calmed a little bit after that slight bleeding.
Then…she remembered what Ayana whispered to her yesterday…
“THE MADDSCIENTIST IS ONE OF THE MOST FEARED MEN IN THIS CITY WHO HAS ONE DAUGHTER.”
Skylar’s eyes closed slowly.
“Jethro….”
“You have no idea what’s going to befall you if I really…. really get married to you,” she whispered, chuckling evilly afterwards.
—
[Jethro’s House]
Bellatrix looked genuinely enraged as she rushed down the posh staircase of the house, her dress flowing majestically, kitten heels clicking.
She had seen her wedding announcement with El Crow, and she wasn’t even able to rejoice about it cos she saw the second announcement—Skylar and her dad.
How could Skylar be getting married to her daddy too? It was making her chest rise as she rushed down, meeting her father in front of his study room. He was just coming out freshly.
“What’s up, bamboli—”
“Why would you be getting married to Skylar too!” She cut in.
“Oh, she’s angry…” Jethro smiled.
“I’m not playing around here, dad. Why would you be getting married to her when there are too many women who’d be down for you? Did I even tell you I needed a new mother?…
“If I even needed a new mother, how would it be Skylar! Skylar is probably my age mate! She could be your daughter! She’s just a girl, looking for her family! The family you took her away from in the first place!”
“Do you know how much my heart aches for her to think that my father is the architect of her problems and I’m your daughter who’s trying to make friends with her? Leave the girl alone please! Dad!!!”
Jethro nodded, facing the other way.
“Look at you… You know nearly everything about me. I could swear you’d wake up one day and decide to tell her that I was the one who kidnapped her from her family.”
“I’ll never!” Bellatrix swore. “I’ll never betray you, but can you please leave her alone and even tell her where she came from in the first place?”
“That’s impossible…” Jethro faced her suddenly. “She’s the unlucky one who was birthed with the Apex blood in the first place. Did you forget I’m the foundation of the rare blood types?..
“One of her great grandparents was probably my Apex lab test subjects back then, and that’s why she was born as Apex too, which makes her automatically my property! I own all Apex existing. I own the ApexPlus which I’ll soon catch too!”
“Dad …” Bellatrix held his hand.
“How do you think I’m as rich as a madman? It’s this blood bank creation business! You wouldn’t be a rich Cinderella if I wasn’t a smart blood business man!” He glared.
Bellatrix’s arms fell.
“The kids in my cell were all created on petri dishes in my lab! They’re all my Apex test subjects! They’re my money! You have no idea how lucky you are to have me as your father…
“You should stop worrying about that girl and focus on your own wedding, Bella. I know what I’m doing.”
Bella gulped, and Jethro pulled her into a calm hug, stroking her hair.
Bellatrix stayed still, knowing she couldn’t possibly change her father’s mind now.
She went silent.
“Boss!” Some of the staffs burst inside, looking breathless. “We found Eden!”
“And why am I not seeing that wench?!” Jethro queried.
“The stitchmouth appeared and tried to have her, but he ended up shooting her by mistake. She’s dead!”
“I lost an Apex?” Jethro shut his eyes. “Shit! Shit, no…”
“She was the little kid that was glued to the wall the other time in the cell…” Bellatrix muttered to herself, so full of pity as she rushed inside.
“Make her some warm tea and cake. She’ll be fine,” Jethro told the maids who instantly rushed into the kitchen
“Does that mean I have to be married to Skylar and at the same time she’ll be a fighter and still remain a blood bank for Satan’s twins? She has such a unfortunate fate I’m tempted to pity her.” Jethro clicked his tongue.
“I haven’t told you about the dagger we saw with El Crow in the camping truck,” a staff said.
“El Crow’s mysteriousness is one of the more reasons he has to be kept close. That’s why when he gets married, he has to stay here with my daughter too,” Jethro said.
“What’s the next step now?”
“Move up the second wedding,” Jethro informed. “I’ll get married to Skylar, and El Crow will get married to Bella, all on the 15.”
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[Enigma House – El Crow’s Suite]
An headphone lay somewhere in bed.
Earpiece tangled with the pillow.
Earpods scattered in the middle.
Also, a music list was floating on the screen of the phone on the bedstand.
Moth To A Flame was currently playing.
At the foot of the bed, El Crow sat on the floor, resting on the bed edge with his eyes closed.
A black earpod is in his left ear, and as he listened to the song, he looked calm but at the same time far from it. He looked like he was struggling between two worlds and sinking.
His palms were still stained with Eden’s blood, likewise his shirt.
He still smelled like her blood.
She only found out she was Apex after she was shot, cos he perceived her blood scent.
It smelled exactly like Skylar’s blood.
No difference.
So whoever her Master is, he’s probably trafficking Apex kids.
His door quietly pushed open, and he didn’t have to open his eyes before knowing it was definitely Arturo.
Arturo sneaked inside like a thief, but when he saw El Crow’s eyes were closed, he stopped.
“I…I swear, son, I really wanted to tell you first. Immediately Jethro talked about the sudden wedding, I wanted to tell you, but I lacked the courage cos I didn’t want you to get mad at me or argue with me again.”
He humbly went on his knees in front of El Crow, looking guilty.
“I…. know I’m not supposed to be going this far just to get to Jethro. I know it’s wrong for me to use you for my own ambitions, but I’ll never have peace if I don don’t ruin him.”
Silence hung over the room like strong perfume, and throughout, El Crow said nothing.
He heard what Arturo said, but his mind just wasn’t ready to reply.
He was still in deep thoughts about what Eden said about her Master.
“HE WEARS A RING THAT’S SHAPED LIKE A FEATHER.”
His eyes flew open, and his mind went to the business mixer when Jethro was announcing his relationship with his daughter.
He remembered his finger!
His middle finger had a ring!
Shaped like a death.
He spranged up.
Arturo remained kneeling.
“Do you know if Arturo wears any ring?” El Crow asked fast.
Arturo stood.
“A feather ring. He bought it from a global auction several years ago, according to him.”
“F+k!” El Crow gasped. “How could I have missed this! How could I have…” He gritted angrily at himself.
“What’s going on?” Arturo asked.
El Crow held his father’s shoulders tightly. “I’ll get married to Bellatrix. Leave it to me.”
“Wait…for real?” Arturo gasped.
He came here ready for a bloody questioning and argument with his son, but El Crow gave in this easily?
“I’ll get married to her.” El Crow smirked. ” She’s the one who should be scared.”
Arturo took a deep relieved breath.
“Now, can I ask a question?” He talked. “What really happened when you were hunting with Darius that year? Why did he get home and started foaming from the mouth?”
El Crow sat in bed, bracketing his fingers softly. He stared into space.
“We ate nothing in the woods during the hunt, but I noticed he was dull that morning even before we started hunting. He was weak, so he went home early. Then out of nowhere I just heard he was dead.”
Arturo nodded. “I believe you, and whose blood is on your hands?”
El Crow spread his palms and checked it out calmly. “It’s a kid’s blood.”
Arturo sat beside him. “The Eden you once mentioned? She’s an Apex kid, judging by the deep redness.”
El Crow went silent.
“Is she dead?” Arturo asked
El Crow looked at him, but he said nothing before looking away.
Arturo decided to not drive further.
He placed a hand on his son’s arm.
“Thanks for saving the Mayor’s daughter. You saved the team.”
—
[Dread House]
Roselle didn’t hear about the wedding news till she arrived from the memorial.
She was supposed to stay low-key and sad throughout today, but immediately she heard of El Crow getting married to Bellatrix soon, she lost her shit. The most painful part is that she couldn’t lose it publicly.
She couldn’t let others know.
She ran to the storeroom to cry her eyes out. Now, she’s freaking sure that the soul-bond is fake. Why has it never worked in her favor?
Skylar taunted her by saying she touched El Crow. Now Bellatrix would marry him?
All she ever got from him was that freezing kiss in the woods and it was even Bellatrix who interrupted it.
Now Bellatrix would have him?
She can’t even cry publicly because it’s forbidden to want an Enigma here.
She’d have to die inside.
And Satan said it was compulsory to attend the wedding.
She’s supposed to sit in the hall and watch El Crow put a ring on Bellatrix?
It was too hard to handle.
El Crow used to have a crush on her when Darius was still alive. He stalked her, found her number, talked to her first. She was even the one who later introduced him to Darius and made them best friends.
Why was it different now?
She buried her face in her knees, and Roy entered the store room.
“I knew you’d be here…” He crouched, trying to console her.
“El Crow was supposed to be getting married to me!!!” She cried loudly.
“Rose!” Roy quickly cautioned. “Anyone could hear you!”
By the door of the room, Rosita and Quincy stood with Renee behind them.
They looked shocked.
— — —
[Five Days Later – Enigma House]
Lovato couldn’t concentrate as she dressed up for the wedding as it was finally the D-Day.
It was El Crow’s wedding with Bellatrix, and since it’s a private wedding, only five members of the 40+ team were invited.
And she was lucky to be a part of the five, together with Castle and the rest.
Since Castle pushed her at the rave, it’s like he has been avoiding her all together. She even tried to apologize for trying to hug him, but he shunned her and disregarded her attempts.
It hurts, and she couldn’t stop thinking about it as she applied her mascara in front of her mirror.
Castle kissed her and even told her to stay away from Bishop.
What was happening now?
She lost interest in the mascara and dropped it after applying it on just her right eye lashes.
She wore her shoes, but just as she was about to grab her bag, she received a text, and she took the phone with no motivation..
But her mood fired up when she saw it was Castle!
Senior Castle: I feel so down. Maybe your nudes would calm me.
Lovato literally tore off her clothes till she was stark naked.
She shut her windows and turned on every bulb in the room.
She took like five nudes, but then she felt he might need more. She snapped five more and sent all ten to him before finding another dress to wear.
Her mood got recharged, and she was dancing on her heels as she went down the staircase.
The rest were already waiting for her, including Castle himself.
Bishop wasn’t smiling, but even in his blunt mood, he couldn’t stop himself.
“You look gorgeous, Vato.”
Lovato wanted to respond with a smile, but when she saw the disagreeing look on Castle’s face, she stopped herself from smiling.
She ignored Bishop’s compliment.
Bishop pocketed his hands, pretending that didn’t hurt.
“Can we move already?” Kent said, smoking away.
Blade looked up from his phone, deciding they needed to snap a picture before leaving.
They called a low tier dread to snap them in full as a squad.
Castle’s eyes stayed on his phone. He’s on a weird app where he’s chatting with some anonymous people, and they looked like they’re in a really serious conversation.
📥 These pictures would sell too much! Tell her to put a d+ldo in herself snap her pussy. She’d do it!
Castle was about to start typing a reply when Lovato tapped him.
“Look in the camera! They’re photographing us!”
He gave her a smile before facing the camera like the others.
—
[Double Wedding Hall]
As a private wedding with just thirty people in attendance, it was like a luxury ball.
The attendees instantly felt like their elements have been shifted immediately they made their procedurally entries.
It was like the hall wasn’t located in this planet at all. The chandeliers were shaped like spheres and rolling cylinders with pictures of the two brides and two grooms rotating.
The walls were plastered with real dollar notes, and the floors too. It looked like Jethro was tired of the money and he needed this to take the dollars out of his bank accounts.
Each guest had their own table, their own cocktail bottle, their own customized glass, their own customized rose stem.
Each table had a name too.
It was luxury in luxury.
Midnight and Satan and her twins table weren’t far from each other, and Roselle tried her best to keep calm so she won’t make the mistake of jumping out when the officiator later asks who’s against the wedding.
Rosita was exchanging secret glances and texts with Blade.
Arturo was in the very front as the most special here today.
Enigmas were stuck on their respective tables too, and since they’re not together to talk, they chatted.
Kent: Am I the only one who can’t wait to see how El looks in his wedding suit? I heard that bastard choose a red suit.
Blade: Typical him. Geez, if anyone told me I’d see THE Crow getting married, I’d legit kill the person.
Bishop: I think we should be scared for Bellatrix though.
Castle: Why should we be?
Lovato: Cos he couldn’t possibly like her. I know El’s type. It’s not her!
Castle: Doesn’t like her? And his crow necklace is around her neck?
Kent: It’s a lie! He doesn’t play about that necklace!
Blade: Senior Castle is right. The necklace is really around her neck.
Lovato: You’re saying he actually likes Bellatrix? She’s too dumb!
Bishop: She’s not dumb. She’s just…a soft girl and stuff.
Their chat ended there, cos Marisa entered that moment.
All eyes shifted to her.
“Holy motherfucking…” Kent sighed. “I know she’s a bitch, but she’s madly beautiful, and she’s whitest woman I’ve ever seen,” Kent muttered to himself in great awe.
Marisa stole all attention as usual.
Her black dress was plain again, but it drew her curves interestingly.
As always, her skin and body was her accessories, plus her little jewelries.
She settled beside Arturo in the front.
“You always appear in places of doom, don’t you?” Arturo said without turning to look at her.
“You’re here as your son’s father, I’m here to stand as my Tall Doll’s mother. Can’t let her be alone,” Marisa said easily.
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Inside the grooms room, the two men were ready to go out.
Dressed in their suits and glammed up like real expensive grooms.
Jethro’s suit was white, and he was still trying to smoke out the remaining stick of cigar between his lips as El Crow stood.
He dyed his hair black with tints of white, and it really looked insanely good on him with his new lip ring.
His eyes stayed on Jethro’s finger ring for a second before he looked up.
“You treat my daughter bad, and I’ll kill you bad,” Jethro said.
“I’ll be the one to introduce you to the the meaning of bad,” El Crow unwrapped bubble gum into his mouth as they both left the room.
In the bridal suite, the girls were gorgeously ready too.
But the aesthetics were completely different. While Bellatrix stuck to her usual Cinderella style with her gorgeously long dress, Skylar’s dress was only long at the back.
The front was short—stopping over her knees and taking out the polished straight legs. Her hair was straightened and extended, and her bangs were sleek over her eyes.
She wore the longest heels she could find in the store. The goal is to be taller than Jethro on the aisle.
If she wants to really win this game, she has to pretend she’s really helpless. She’s effortlessly playing the part of the choiceless bride.
She looked eternally beautiful.
When she stood, Bellatrix was standing behind her, smiling.
She hadn’t said a word to her today, and she wasn’t planning to.
“Wow.” Bellatrix checked her out. “You look too good in everything you wear. You’d kill modelling shows.”
Skylar didn’t reply.
“Your makeup retouching is now, Young Miss!” The maids alerted from the inner suite.
Bellatrix rushed inside, and something made a clanging sound.
Skylar’s eyes went to the floor.
There, the necklace sat.
El Crow’s necklace.
Skylar picked it up, checked it out for a brief minute. She didn’t even think twice before throwing it into the right cup of her br@. The necklace coldness charged her nipple, and she nearly froze, but she got used to it fast.
Bellatrix rushed back outside.
“Sky! Did you see a necklace?” She asked breathlessly.
She must have searched everywhere inside. Poor Cinderella.
“What necklace?” Skylar glared.
“Time to enter the hall, brides!” The staffs be the door announced.
Their veils were used to cover their faces.
A minute later, they were walking out of the suite.
Bellatrix with a pounding heart.
And Skylar with El Crow’s treasured necklace stuck inside her br@, cold against her pierced n+pple.
TBC.
