WICK£D GOD
Wicked God – Chapter 61,62,63&64
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Gods of Death Duet-Book One
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Mouths had been on El Crow’s d+ck before. Mouths and mouth and mouths and several fucking mouths.
But none ever felt as heavenly as this warmth. None ever felt as welcoming, sick, or mind-wrecking as this particular mouth.
With others, he always had to tell them where he wanted their tongues or teeth. He always had to direct them to lick the other way or suck this way, but this bitch?
He didn’t have to stress over those topics. She knew exactly who the f+ck she was, and she understood what she was doing right from the beginning. A unconventional pro.
From the moment she took him inside that hot mouth, he lost his ability to use his brains well.
The only thing left in that head of his was how to die right now. If he died during this moment, he’d die a happy man with this euphoric pleasure.
She didn’t suck in the middle of her mouth. She took him deep to the back of her throat, and he didn’t have to thrust up to her. She did everything herself, taking every self-thrust serious as if her life depended on it.
Every thrust hit her throat, and every gag hit his p££-hole.
He nearly lost his life on that bed when she brought him out and stroked him with her face!
She ran his cap over her entire face as if it’s some facial lotion, then she used her tongue to take the d+ck back into her mouth, her gag saliva falling and dropping on his b*lls.
“Damn!!… slut..” He m0aned into her warmth, grabbing her arse tighter.
Yeah. Her arse.
Her fleshy, soft @rse.
When his face was between her legs on that boat, she told him not to touch, so he didn’t touch, but now there was no rule guarding him.
He touched.
His face is currently sandwiched between her arse, his mouth sucking on her c+nt, deeper than shallows.
He didn’t just suck this time.
He ate like a hungry beast.
As he received her mouth nastily on his d+ck, he payed her back inside her p***y, using his tongue and the lips. He straightened his tongue and inserted it inside her, reaching her walls and tasting her s+x so much.
“Ouchhhhh….hhh….” she sounded as wet as her inner thighs.
He was a insane eater. A very crazy p+ssy handler. His tongue work didn’t belong in this cheap world.
Her ass suffocated him, and he sniffed the scent of her labia with his nose before using his palms to squeeze her arse.
His lips pulled at her cl+t, and his mouth ravaged her warmth again, eating past the pink part to the hottest parts beyond her walls.
“Ahhh ….” She responded with a broken, sweet moan. “Ahh..ahhhmm….nnn”
Her mouth tightened around his c+vk, and the length got hooked in her throat, seizing her breaths.
She let it hang there, all while using her tongue to dance around the veins on the body of the c+vk. Her mouth caught every pulse, memorized every inch, and her throat choked him.
“Uuhhh!” He moaned too, pleasure shooting through him like stars. “Ohh…mm…shit;”
She sucked like a whore.
He moaned like one too.
Her mouth doesn’t belong to just anyone. It should be for distinguished males alone. Males like him.
He was shaking.
She was trembling.
He was on the ninth cloud.
She was in the ninth heavens.
His tongue licked her soft c+nt, back and forth, parting the cl++t and sucking on the juiciness again.
Her eyes blurred when the D spent one whole minute in her throat, getting bigger, fattening…
His face reddened when her p++sy began squeezing around his tongue, tightening, spasming…
They saw glittering sparkles behind their lids at the same time, and when the rewards of their works came crashing? It was collosal.
El Crow’s c+m filled her mouth, extending to her throat. And her? As a squirter, she wet his face so much.
It was all-over him, staining the bed and trickling down his chest.
They got off each other at the same time, and while El Crow licked her squ+rt from his lips with his tongue, she let his cum remain in her mouth.
He wrapped his palm around her throat immediately, yanking her close. “You should swallow that.”
She slapped his hand away. Despite the fact that she just got the best orgasm of her entire existence, she was still in the mood to be a brat.
She got down the bed, but El Crow caught her by the waist, pulling her back down. They both rolled on the mess of her squirt before he got on top of her and caught her neck again.
He squeezed.
Very tight.
“You’re not leaving here if you don’t swallow that cum.”
Her face changed colour to red as a result of his chokehold on her neck, and she smirked with one side of her face, her thighs gummy beneath.
He squeezed her neck again like he wanted to end her life.
Her eyes rolled involuntarily.
A little cough escaped her throat.
And that was it. That was the needed opening, cos the c+m rushed down her throat immediately.
And as she released another cough, the remaining one in her mouth spilled to her lips and chin.
El Crow roughly let go of her neck and got off the bed immediately.
She remained there, staring at the ceiling and relishing on the taste she just had. The taste of pleasure.
She instantly wants to go back to sleep. She instantly felt hungry. She wants to eat and sleep all day.
She once heard a good sex will make you hungry and sleepy, but this wasn’t even sex. Damn, he didn’t even use his fingers. It was his lips and tongue, and she crashed this hard.
Her neck moved to the side, and she had a look at him by the bedside.
He was currently taking off his shirt that has been stained by her squirt.
“You’re a tasteless motherfucker,” she muttered tiredly.
He looked back, scoffing. “You sure about that? Cos I can’t count how many times you gagged on my c+vk.”
“Just the way I can’t count how many times you suffocated on my p++sy.” She sat up and got down.
“You wanna get on that bed again and let me use my fingers on you? Just the fingers, and I swear you’ll faint. Not to brag, but every part of my body is for sex. I could make a female cum with my toes even.” He winked.
She took the pillow and wanted to toss it at him, but she dropped it.
“You don’t even deserve my energy.” She shook her head tiredly.
“Damn. You look like you need a good sleep. Are you ok?” He bit his lip with a chuckle of mockery.
Now she took the pillow and tossed it at him before heading for the door.
“Who pissed you off? You came here looking like a jaguar and just seized my dick….” He asked.
“Your loose-mouthed wife,” she replied without looking back.
She opened the door and left the room, shutting it hard.
And that was when El Crow dropped the shirt he’s holding on the floor.
He quickly leaned on the wall, letting his own tiredness show in his eyes. He hid it when she was here.
She gave him the best head ever.
He’s damn hungry.
He wants to eat the city down.
He feels voracious.
He’s sleepy too.
“The hell….” He muttered, touching his c+vk. “Fucking nasty slut.”
His tired eyes went to the wet bedspread, and he quickly took it away, entering the bathroom to dump it inside the bathtub.
And that was when he heard the noise and the cries outside.
He left the bathroom and traced the source of the noise to the kitchen.
It was too chaotic.
The maids on their knees, crying.
The guard staffs assembled by the door, looking dumb.
Bellatrix stood in the middle of everything, looking pissed with a little burn on her arm from the baking machine.
“Please have mercy!!!” The maids cried again.
It was continuous with the fear of deaths in their eyes.
“I never said I wanted anyone to call Dad. Why do you guys always act without my consent!” Bellatrix yelled at the guarding staffs.
“Boss specially ordered us to follow his rules on anything concerning you, and the rule is to call him first if anything happens to you,” the chief guard staff said with low head.
“Nothing happened to me! If was just a little burn!” Bellatrix pointed at the burn. “I don’t even feel it!”
“But you cried when it happened. And it’ll definitely leave a scar on you. Boss hates wounds on you. We’re just following orders, Young Miss,” the chief guard talked again.
Bellatrix took the remaining bowl of flour and poured it directly on the man, then a slap followed.
He went on his knees.
“Young Miss!”
“Don’t you understand why I’m so pained about you calling Dad? It’s because he’s gonna kill all the maids and they’re not even the reason why I got burnt, you dumbo!” She yelled.
By the threshold, El finally nodded. So this is why he did all that 69 with Skylaar on the matrimonial bed without anyone interfering.
He entered the kitchen fully.
“Baby!” Bellatrix flew to him immediately she saw him. “I think all the maids are gonna die because of me! Dad is on his way and I don’t know what to do!”
Skylar entered the kitchen too, looking refreshed after a quick morning shower. She came to the kitchen to get something to eat.
“Skylar!” Bellatrix pouted. “What should I do? I’m in a dilemma!”
Skylar looked at her, at the guarding staffs, at the crying maids, and then at El Crow who’s shirtless.
Her squirt was still sheening slightly on his chest, and somehow, that was the only thing that got her attention in the whole kitchen.
Holy sin.
The sound of Jethro’s car driving in reached the kitchen, and Bellatrix jumped in horror.
“He’s back!” She held El Crow’s arms. “He’s back, Baby!”
It felt like the kitchen wasn’t breathing when Jethro came in three minutes later with his gun intact.
“Dad…” Bellatrix tried to talk. “Dad, they didn’t do anything. They….”
Jethro didn’t ask questions.
Immediately he saw that burn mark on Bellatrix’s arm, he got his answer, and the trigger was pulled.
BOW.
The sound of gunshots drummed through the kitchen over and over. The maids were four, and he shot eight times—one maid received two bullets on their heads.
Their bodies littered the kitchen floor, and their blood flowed out of their heads into each other.
They painted a gory canvas on the white kitchen marbles.
“Dadddddd!!!!!!” Bellatrix screamed out, losing her breaths and nearly passing out. “They did nothing wrong! They…they did nothing….”
Throughout all of this, El Crow and Skylar looked like the most unaffected in the kitchen.
Seeing people get killed was like a common experience for them.
They just watched blankly like they ran out of empathy.
“Drag their bodies to the Pit, and throw them off the cliff,” Jethro ordered like he just killed off the most unneeded humans alive.
Bellatrix began crying.
“You shouldn’t have killed them, Dad. You shouldn’t have…”
“Bambolina…” Jethro held her arms with a sigh. “I hired them to take care of you, and if they’re not doing that, there’s no reason to stay alive.”
She quickly shook her head, but before she could say anything else, a staff whispered in Jethro’s ear…
“Sir, Satan is here with her daughter Roselle. She needs transfusion.”
“Let her in.” Jethro nodded, facing the other staffs. “Tell the blind hag to hire five new female maids before dusk,” he ordered.
The moment he left the kitchen, he came across Satan and Midnight.
The two of them held Roselle on both sides.
Roselle looked paralyzed as her period started in the middle of the night, and she didn’t even know till she lost her strength. She was found in bed at daybreak and brought here.
“She needs a transfusion, now!” Satan said urgently.
“You could just give us another Apex from your cell,” Midnight said.
“The Apex I’m supposed to give you got killed mistakenly, and now I can’t give you any Apex from my cell because they’re all still too young. Apex has to be a certain age before they start transfusing!” Jethro spat.
Skylar and the rest came out of the kitchen behind them.
Bellatrix clung to El Crow’s arm with tears still in her eyes.
Skylar was alone, and immediately she saw Roselle, she knew what this visit meant for her.
“Wait.” She faced Jethro. “I’m still gonna be a bloodbank?”
“What do you think?” Jethro grinned.
“Aren’t I your wife?” Skylar glowered. “I still have to transfuse Satan’s twins? I still have to?”
“You think I married you cos I’m in love with you or something?” Jethro blinked. “Me?” He pointed himself, grinning. “Get over your daydream, Love. I married you because I have this unquenchable hunger for your body, and I want to humble you.”
“The more I transfuse, the shorter my lifespan becomes you stupid fuckin oldie!!!” Skylar yelled at his face. “A transfusing Apex can’t live longer than twenty fuckin 5!!”
“I don’t want to fûck you for long either,” Jethro muttered. “I’ll fûck you for a year, and you can go ahead and die. By then, Satan would have gotten another Apex for her twins.”
“Fuck you!!!!!” Skylar yelled, going at him immediately, but his staffs blocked her from attacking.
She took one by the hair, aiming to tear his head away from his neck with her super strength since El Crow is here. The strength should work, but it didn’t even move.
She looked shocked.
Even on his spot beside Bellatrix, El Crow looked shocked too.
That means Inferno has taken their super strengths too.
The scum wasn’t satisfied with taking their healing abilities, but the super strengths too is gone.
Skylar’s anger got refined. Even without this super strength before, she still topped Dread House, so she used her two hands, shoving the guard up and sticking her knee into his chin, breaking his mouth.
She fought with the desperate need of a girl hunting for her survival.
She went for the next one and scratched his face with her nails, peeling his skin and throwing his face at the wall afterwards.
She got hit on the back with the barell of a gun, and she fell to the floor, but she slid back up and sent her toes to the jaw of that guard, tearing him with her toe nails before getting between his legs.
She slammed her head into his length, popping his balls.
He was yelling as she took a knife from his pocket and sliced his dick with his trousers.
She held the sliced dick in her hand as she got up, panting.
She threw the dick at Jethro’s face, and the evil-reeking man clapped.
“Very good, Love. You’re still that unbeatable brutal fighter, but weather you like it or not, you’re transfusing. You were born to be bloodbank, and if you can’t perform your duty, you’ll die just like the maids in the kitchen.”
Satan left Roselle for Midnight and came for Skylar directly.
With her knife in hand, Skylar stabbed Satan on the shoulder, but Satan wriggled away and came back with a two-legged air kick.
Skylar went down, stabbing Satan’s legs on four unpredictable places.
Satan’s hands entered Skylar’s hair, dragging it to the wall. She slammed it there, bathing her face in blood.
Jethro gritted.
El Crow’s palm was folded, and it kept getting tighter.
Satan landed back on her feet, dusting herself. “Darius trained you first, but I was the one who trained Darius. I and Midnight trained you after Darius, so all the skills you posses comes from us, and…
“We were smart enough to train you with limits cos we know you might wanna turn against us in the future…. like now… Do not make the mistake of trying to come at me.”
Skylar laughed out, the blood on her face giving her the look of a deranged patient who escaped the madhouse.
An hour ago, she was tasting cum.
Now, she was tasting her own blood.
What a twist of events.
“When I later get to my people.. rich or not, the first thing I’ll do is wage a war against New Orleans. Not just you, Satan. All of New Orleans will pay for my blood!” She spat.
“Let’s hope you’re still alive before you meet your family…. short-lived thing.” Midnight laughed.
Skylar stood and followed them into a room pointed out by Jethro himself.
Midnight ran the tubes from Skylar’s wrist to Roselle’s.
The transfusion started.
With his shoe, Jethro kicked the sliced dick away from his path and wiped his face with an hanky, then he glanced at the bodies of the three guards lying around.
“Too many dead bodies in my house today,” he muttered. “Bury their bodies, cos they died protecting me.”
“Yes sir!” The others replied.
“We’re resuming the journey to Ayana’s house,” he further said.
Two staffs followed him immediately, and as they walked past El Crow and Bellatrix, Bellatrix couldn’t talk.
But El Crow’s eyes was as venomous as a snake’s tongue as he glared at Jethro. Jethro glared right back till he left the house completely.
“Baby, will Skylar be ok?” Bellatrix asked shakily.
“It’s El Crow. Baby isn’t part of my names,” he muttered coldly.
“Wh..why?” She held his arm again. “But you’re my husband…”
“I said….” He pushed her off. “It is El Crow, boring prude! Call baby to my face again, and I’ll haunt you!”
With that, he walked away, still glaring, still boiling without even knowing the reason for it.
He just knows he’s boiling.
His rage could kill him now.
It was too much for him.
As he walked through the lengths and breadths of the house, he counted the guards surrounding the property.
They’re more than two hundred. This house is too massive.
The easiest way to save the kids Jethro is keeping in this house would be to unmask his powers fully and kill all the guards and then break the house walls to find the kids, but that’s also the most risky of it all.
Cos if he unmasks in this house, there’ll be no way to escape the creator—Jethro. He’d probably press his buttons and start controlling him.
Apart from finding the kids cell in this house, he also has to find Jethro’s lab. He definitely has a lab.
And still, Bellatrix remains the key to all of these. The same Bellatrix he just yelled at and casted away.
So…
He turned around and went back to the starting point—to where he left Bellatrix at. She was still there, crying. He wiped her tears and kissed her hair, feigning affection.
Her eyes widened.
“El…” She hiccuped, then he began wiping her tears slowly.
“Don’t cry. It’s ugly.”
She quickly nodded. “I’m sorry if I made you feel uncomfortable. If you don’t want baby, I can just call you hubby, ok? And as for the necklace, I’ve already told the departmental store to create a couple necklace for us. It’ll arrive tomorrow.”
He nodded, and she hugged him tightly, clinging hard to his body.
“I love you so much, El. Please don’t shout at me anymore. It really, really hurts…. please.”
He wasn’t even hearing her.
Initially, his anger was large, but now together with her scent as he hugged her, the anger swelled.
Why did he even get angry in the first place? Why did he get angry after witnessing what Satan and Jethro did to that cumslut? Why…??
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Meanwhile, inside the transfusion room, Roselle was already regaining her strength. It’s been going on for ten minutes now, and she was already able to sit up.
Skylar sat up in her own bed too, so they faced each other. Though, Skylar’s eyes were closed.
Satan and Midnight were absent.
Roselle’s ear-scratching giggle formed, jiggling from her mouth as she stared mockingly at Skylar.
“I thought….” She heaved, looking at her wrist that has the tubes. “I thought Jethro married you because he was interested in you as a real wife, but turns out he only put you in his wife cos of your body…”
She cackled, standing from the bed and walking around but making sure to stay moderate cos of the blood tubes connecting them.
“It’s so funny that the only appealing thing about you is that body of yours that you’re so arrogant about. No man will love a rootless plant like you. They’d only want to get into your dry pussy. You’re like a squid.”
Skylar’s eyes opened. They were red, hot—burningly so.
“Oh…she’s angry!” Roselle laughed in her face. “And for daring to touch El, you’ll see how I destroy you till even you will be disgusted by yourself!”
When the transfusion limit was reached, Skylar removed the tubes from her wrist and stood.
“You hate my height,my face, my personality, my existence! But look who’s still alive till now despite your starving, malnourished hate. You’ll watch me find my family, and you’ll watch me elevate so high you’ll have to crane your neck to look at me!”
Her eyes bored into Roselle’s.
“If I don’t make you kneel and beg before me one day, Roselle Osborne, then I’m not the daughter of whoever my fuckin’ parents are!” She spat, throwing the tubes at her face.
Then, she walked out of the room, leaving Roselle in her tiny world of desperation and hate.
Roselle kicked the bedframe and drove her fingers in her hair crazily.
“Bitch!!!!” She yelled, slamming herself on the wall.
She was having runny breaths as she brought a matchbox out of her jean skirt pocket.
“Inferno is fire, and he should receive summoning in flames…” She muttered, striking a match.
It burned bright, and she raised it up in front of her face.
“Inferno…” She whispered.
And the electric lights in the room immediately went off, replaced by a huge burning fire that suddenly broke out of the walls.
Roselle gasped. “You… Actually came…” She laughed. “You came!”
Inferno’s face was hidden in the middle of the fire, so she saw nothing but the flames, and she heard his voice…. “I’ve been ignoring you since Aftermoor. It’s hightime I paid you a little attention, Roselle.”
“Why do I not have healing abilities? Why do I not have super strength!?” She demanded loudly.
“Because they were more interesting, and you were boring like a wall,” Inferno replied plainly, voice echoing thick. “But now there’s a confusion about them, and I hate confusions. So I shifted the two to you…”
Roselle’s eyes stretched. “Seriously?”
She looked at her wrist that was pierced with a needle before the transfusion. The little piercing wound is gone. No trace of it.
“It’s real…” She swallowed. “I heal now.” She jumped, swinging around and punching the wall.
The wall cracked, and her fist entered before it broke down.
“It’s real!” She gasped again. “The strength is here! It’s real!”
When she turned around again, Inferno was gone from the room, but his voice echoed in the air…
“Be wise about the new abilities. You’re my current entertainment.”
“Of course!!” Roselle yelled. “Oh, Skylar is so dead!”
Midnight and Satan appeared by the doorway. “Let’s leave.”
Roselle rushed to them, but she looked back at the crashed wall, hoping Jethro won’t notice.
The door closed after her.
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When Skylar left the transfusion room, she went straight to the Pit where Roy is still swinging from the giant protractor, dangling helplessly on the cliff edge.
She pushed the drag button, and the protractor slid back… away from the cliff edge. He was dropped on the ground heavily.
She took his leg, and with it, she dragged him around the room.
Roy’s arms and legs were still tied together, so he could only shout as she dragged him mercilessly around the room like a serial killer having fun before her first kill.
“You’re not screaming high enough, Roy.” She breathed out, looking back at him with lowered eyes.
“You’re a slut!!!!” He yelled with peeled lips.
Skylar shrugged. “Right. Someone already calls me that, so pick another name. How about…” She squatted. “How about your karma?”
She spread her palm, and the Aftermoor dagger appeared.
Only the glow from it made Roy’s heart skip beats. But before he could beg, she sank the dagger into his mouth, plucking put two teeth.
His screams made the pit shake with dust clawing out of the roof metals. It was a representation of his pains as blood shot out of his mouth.
“Seriously, you’re so boring to torture. Why aren’t you begging, huh? Don’t you wanna live?” She casually blinked before driving the dagger into his mouth again.
Another two teeth.
The dagger entered his feet next, slicing off two toes.
Skylar took the four teeth and two toes to a table in the corner of the room. She set them there, blood dripping from her face as she lay them on the wood like sales.
“Guess my favorite color, Roy. Maybe I can let you go.” She faced him, swaying the bloody dagger playfully with a little psychotic smile.
“You don’t have a favorite color!!!!” Roy yelled, blood pumping aggressively out of his cut toes and mouth. “Everyone in Dread House knows you don’t have a favorite color!!! You don’t like colours!!!”
“Wrong.” She blinked. “My favorite color is dick. I like dick.”
Then she ran to him, went on a knee and sank the blade into his feet again.
Another two toes fell.
“Aggggggghhhhh!!!!! Afggggghh!!!!!!!!!”
Skylar’s hand went to her mouth, covering it with a fake pitiful look. “Oh wait! Dick is not a color? That was a mistake, Roy! You should have corrected me! Students can correct their teachers too!”
Then, she blinked again and bursted into laughter. A creepy, haunting laughter from her soulless depth.
“Bitch!!!!!!!!!” He cried agonizingly. “Please… please…. please, Skylar…I beg you in dick’s name….”
Skylar took the two new fallen toes to the table too and set them neatly with the others pairs.
“Roy!” She faced him suddenly. “Now, guess how I like my dick, and I promise to let you go this time…”
“How am I supposed to know how you like your dick when you haven’t even seen dick before!!!!!!!?” Roy cried.
“You’re wrong.” She giggled, wiping the blood from the knife on her cheek. “I’ve seen one particular dick before, and you’d want it in your butt if you saw it too. I’m asking you to take a guess of the dick. Is it curvy? Or veiny? Or straight?”
Roy’s life was already leaving him on the floor as the question hit.
“It’s.. it’s veiny….”
“Wrong! It’s all in one. Sometimes curvy, sometimes veiny, sometimes straight…” She laughed and leapt to him once again, thrusting the dagger into his remaining toes.
She cut them all off, and she didn’t stop anymore. She cut off all his fingers too and began daggering his chest repeatedly. She kept stabbing like a hunter who finally got her game right for the first time.
Her face became a bloody painting board as his blood splattered.
She daggered him in ninety-nine places across his chest, turning it to a piece of rag before she took one of his fallen fingers to her mouth.
She chewed, then spit it out almost immediately. “Bitter like his life…” She shook her head.
She assembled the remaining fingers and toes to the table too, and that was when she remembered she was supposed to drill a hole in his head and check with a microscope.
She gasped, turning around, but he already turned into a glow. His body disappeared with the glow.
She killed him with Aftermoor dagger, of course that idiotic Inferno would claim his body.
Anyways, that counts as her second kill by the way.
With a marker, she wrote SKYLAR’S COLLECTION on the table.
She was chuckling insanely as she went for the door.
By the door, Bellatrix stood, looking like she wants to die. She witnessed Skylar’s brutality to Roy, actually.
She quickly shifted back, shaking her head. “You’re… you’re just like my father… No… you’re even worse. My father uses guns or the cliff. This is the first time I saw someone killing someone that….brutally.”
“If you’re so scared, that only means you have to run…” Skylar’s voice was icily icy. “I’m not your friend, and I’ll never fucking be!”
Bellatrix turned around immediately, heading out of the corridor.
She slammed into El Crow who was just coming into the corridor, and she quickly held him tight.
“Let’s…let’s go. We should leave for the orphanages now…”
El Crow’s eyes went behind her—to Skylar, to her bloody face and clothes and hands and feet.
He said nothing.
He put his hands around Bellatrix’s shoulder and started taking her away.
Skylar’s eyes stayed on his arm—that arm on Bellatrix’s shoulder.
She had no expression on as she stared till they went out of sight.
Then, she moved too.
When she stepped out of the corridor, she met the blind woman.
“Don’t let your anger get into your head too much, Skylar. It’ll destroy you completely,” she whispered.
Skylar scoffed.
“Don’t talk like you’re on my side. I know you’re now.”
With that, she walked away, her bare feet leaving bloody imprints on the floor till she went out of sight.
—
[Ayana’s House]
Ayana was on her rare beads assembling again when Jethro and his men arrived at the house.
They climbed the frontage and she let a smile curl on her lips.
“I knew the day would come when the Maddscientist would want to meet the ruler of Aftermoor.”
“You know me,” Jethro muttered. “That’s quite interesting.”
“I won’t be the best witch if i can’t read into horoscopes too.” Ayana stood slowly, her white eyes rolling.
“You know why I’m here, why are you still wasting time?” Jethro asked.
“You have to die before you meet Inferno for the first time. Die, go to Aftermoor, and meet him.”
“I know that.” Jethro raised a syringe and needle. “This shot would stop my heart for three minutes.”
“Are you sure three minutes would be enough for the talk?” She asked.
Jethro didn’t reply, so she led them inside and lay Jethro on the middle room table where she interacts with the numerous beyond realms.
One of Jethro’s men stabbed his chest with the syringe, and Jethro’s breathings stopped.
Ayana started her silent latin chants which made her thorny-head walking cane float mysteriously in the air.
The fire burning around the table burned brighter and brighter till he was under the shadows of the blaze.
Then… His soul vanished.
—
[A Grill]
A mini Cooper car slid into the grill park, and few minutes after the engines went down, Castle and Lovato came down from it.
Lovato dressed moderate in a long dress and a shoulder bag.
She took a deep breath, looking freaking nervous.
Castle gave her an hand, and she took it with another breath.
“What if she doesn’t like me?”
“She’s my sister. I know her more than anyone, Vato,” Castle assured.
They were in the middle of their morning trainings when Castle told her his sister would like to meet his girlfriend, and she was more than joyous to tag along to this place.
Now, she couldn’t handle it.
“C’mon!” He urged.
She was all panicky as she followed him into the grill which basked in the smell of alcohol, beef and broccoli.
Castle led her to a middle-aged woman who sat somewhere beside the walls of the grill. She wore thick sweater and a large skirt.
Few strands of white hair popped from under her scarf, and she also wore glasses like Castle.
“Hey, sis…” Castle called her attention, and her face shot up, her smile widening when she saw Lovato.
“My Gawd…it’s true! You’re really dating? She’s so cute!”
Lovato blushed and gave her a slight bow. “Good day, aunt. Castle told me a lot about you before we got here.”
“Of course he did,” the woman scoffed at Castle as they settled down.
“He said you’ve been disturbing him to bring a girlfriend as proof of something, and I’m curious to know what is the something,” Lovato said.
Castle called the attendants to order some beef for them.
The woman looked at Castle meaningfully, then back at Lovato. “No worries, cutie. We have no parents no more, and I’m like a mother to this punk her as his elder sister. I was just looking out.”
Lovato smiled, calming down.”I’m the best female fighter in our team by the way. Don’t mind my small stature.”
“That’s like the coolest thing I’ve heard all year.” The woman gave a welcoming smile.
Again, Lovato blushed heavily.
Castle later excused himself to go get their orders by himself since it was taking too long to come.
The woman scooted close to Lovato immediately. “Young girl, you should stay away from my brother.”
“Huh?” Lovato’s knees stilled.
“I heard that he was getting close to another girl, that’s why I had to tell him to bring his girlfriend so I could get to see you. You’re not the first one, Lovato. When he was still at home, he played with several other young girls and ruined their lives and….”
The woman exhaled, taking Lovato’s hands on the table.
“He doesn’t love you, ok? He just…he enjoys that you love him. He’s not who you think he is. He has been on this game for so long and i—”
“I can change him,” Lovato interrupted.
“Wh…what?” The woman’s mouth dropped open.
Lovato nodded assuredly. “I’ll change Senior Castle.”
—
[Acheron Family Clinic]
Bishop regained consciousness again this morning. Though, he hadn’t talked to anyone.
He just remained bedded, staring at everything like a mute.
Blade and Kent still stayed with him, and after several failed attempts to get words out of him, they stopped.
The ward was silent as if no one’s inside at all, till Kent suddenly spoke up from his corner.
“Someone’s not who we think they are in the house.”
“What someone?” Bishop talked from his bed, surprisingly.
“You can actually still talk?” Blade blinked twice. “Bishop?”
Bishop immediately started struggling to sit up.
Blade quickly helped him tilt, steadying him gently.
“What someone?” Bishop asked Kent curiosly again.
“Blade, what secret was Lovato talking about yesterday?” Kent asked unexpectedly. “I don’t care how destructive it is, trust me to keep it.”
Blade sat back, caressing himself on the fingers.”It’s… it’s. I’ll tell you guys after the second tournament.”
“Is that a promise?” Kent asked.
Blade modded. “And you’ll have to tell us what has been keeping you silent too, bro.”
Kent nodded too.
Bishop smiled a little. “Thank you, you both…for staying with me.”
“You should thank El too. Dude has called close to ten times today, asking about you,” Kent said.
Bishop smiled again. “I know he cares even though he acts distant.”
“One more thing.” Blade drew closer. “Lose feelings for Lovato.”
“Even as her best friend, I support that,” Kent added. “There are so many prettier Enigma girls, Bishop. Bro, you’d get any girl with that face.”
Bishop swallowed, smiling bitterly. “I know, and I’ll try.”
“Don’t just try. Do it!” Blade said.
“I’ll do it,” Bishop said.
—
[Dread House – Training Lab]
It’s two weeks to the second tournament. Of course the the trainings grew busier.
No Roselle or Roy to disturb others. Everyone trained freely.
Quincy and Renee have been stuck with Rosita since yesterday.
As she trained herself, she took it upon herself to train them too. That bitch Skylar succeeded in dragging her to train the Adams siblings.
They’ve just finished their morning trainings, and Rosita nodded impressively at the two of them.
“You both learn fast, I wonder why you’re still middle tier.”
“It’s because we didn’t have a trainer like the cleaning woman or you. Now that we do, things would change.” Renee said confidently.
Rosita scoffed and took her seat, wiping her face with a napkin.
“Roselle was taken for transfusion this morning…”
“What!” Quincy sounded. “From Skylar? I thought now that she married Jethro, she’d be free.”
“I’m worried about her.” Rosita sighed. “That witch doesn’t even have a new phone yet, I’d have called her.”
Her phone buzzed immediately.
Blade: Lovato is threatening me with our secret, Sita.
“Heck!” She stood. “I knew it!”
With that, she rushed out of the lab, leaving the siblings.
Quincy took her seat on a bench, and Renee went to the far opposite bench to take her seat, both resting.
But then, Quincy suddenly noticed the purpose of this position.
He noticed the reason Renee went to sat across him.
Cos she opened her legs slightly. Her leggings have a tear between her legs, and the tear is directly on top of her pussy, so in her sitting position, he was seeing everything.
He had the best view ever.
While others were rounding up their morning trainings, he was staring at his sister’s puna like a bad brother.
And she smiled widely, opening her legs wider for his eyes.
—
[Aftermoor]
Jethro woke to the realm of nothingness with a jerk.
He sat up to get his bearings, seeing he’s on top of a cliff surrounded by dark, obsidian-like woods.
He adjusted his poise and suit, looking around again.
“Are you enjoying the scenic view? Jethro?” Inferno’s voice echoed.
Jethro turned again. “Where the hell are you talking from?”
“I don’t have much time to spend with visitors today. You better say what your plight is,” Inferno replied with obvious impatience.
“I’m a supernatural entity like you. You wouldn’t be talking to me like this if I had my powers!” Jethro spat.
“Let me guess, you’re here about your lost powers?” Inferno laughed.
“I heard you’re behind the silly powers in the hands of Skylar and El Crow. I need some too. I need a little power to search for my own powers.”
“And what do I get in return?” Inferno talked fast.
“I can deliver hundred souls to you,” Jethro said immediately.
“That’s old. Say something more interesting,” Inferno responded.
“Stupid undesirable fuckass!” Jethro scoffed. “I lack powers, and because of that, I can’t even enter my lab because I’m too ashamed to step in without my strength!”
“Strike a deal with me, and you’ll get everything you want,” Inferno echoed. “Actually, I know a secret about who Skylar has been getting intimate with…”
Jethro frowned. “What are you…
Before he could finish, the realm snapped in two, and he woke back to life on Ayana’s table.
“Why am I back?!”
“I injected you again with the remedy,” the staff replied. “If your heart stopped working for more than five minutes, you’d stay dead.”
Jethro got down from the table, breathing hard and heavy.
“Didn’t people need to complete tasks before leaving the realm?”
“You’re an entity like Inferno,” Ayana replied. “Of course you can’t perform duties for him. “Being without your powers doesn’t make you human.”
“And if I want to see that jerk again?” Jethro asked impatiently.
“Summon him with fire. He’ll come to you if he likes.” Ayana sat.
Jethro walked out of the house without anymore words to the witch again. His staffs trailed behind him.
“Satan called,” one of them reported.
“And what does that wench want again? Her daughter didn’t get transfused?”
“She called about Roy,” the staff said, and Jethro turned immediately.
“Also, Marisa called, sir.”
“Why are all the deranged women calling my phone today?” Jethro shouted crankily. “Report what they said to me when we get to the car.”
They bowed, and the walk to the car continued while Inferno’s last words danced in his mind.
Skylar getting intimate with someone? It’s definitely a lie.
Inferno said that just to provoke him into making a deal with him.
He’s not gonna fall for it. “When is my schedule light this week?”
“On Saturday, sir.”
“Then arrange a date for me and my wife that day,” Jethro said.
“Also, that day should be her 24th birthday if we’re following the date she has by following,” the guard said.
Jethro turned around swiftly, slanting his head with a vile smile.
“More reason to go on a date. I’ll be the first person to make that whore feel special. It’s a date.”
—
[An Orphanage]
It’s been a tiring event, so much that that El Crow now hoped for it’s end.
Bellatrix loved kids. She showed it in all of her moves today.
The kids were singing around her while she danced to their tunes.
They submitted flowers to her, and she inserted them into the hair of the girls among the orphans.
After they finished eating the cake she brought, she ordered takeout for everybody too, and they’re now eating in the orphanage yard.
El Crow stood at the park, leaning on his car and holding his phone.
The Milan fashion week is currently ongoing, and as usual, ARDEN models are topping the darkest charts.
They made every other models invisible on the runways.
And he’s currently reading people’s comments about ARDEN CEO.
→”Heard the CEO is a female.”
→”You have to cherish art to be able to style your models this way!”
→”The execution of the couture is so fabulous I feel so lucky watching it!”
→”And the models categories? It’s so intentionally clean.”
As he read comments, he looked up and found Bellatrix staring at him from the middle of the kids.
She blew him a kiss, and he nodded at her before going back to his phone.
A message popped up from his father.
Founder: I know you hate me right now, but you really can’t unmask again. I’m begging you.
El Crow threw his head back, mood ruined immediately.
His father doesn’t get memory wipe after seeing him using his powers cos he’s family. This crazy power recognizes family, knot, and love.
Now he’s wishing it doesn’t, cos this was Arturo’s third message to him today, begging him not to unmask.
He head out of the orphanage for air without telling Bellatrix.
Not far from the orphanage, there’s a chocolate trade fair where kids swarmed like bees, each wanting to get a cone of the moist chocolate.
He entered the fair, and he instantly wanted to taste. He has always liked sweet things. It never changed.
But before he could go closer to the stand, he saw someone.
He went still, then took a step back.
He saw her again, at one of the many barricades surrounding the place.
She leaned on the barricade, face buried into her new phone, her dark hair covering almost all of her face.
Skylar.
He moved immediately, rushing over to the barricade. He slowed down when he was about to get to her.
And when he got to her, she didn’t look up, so he took a peek at her phone and saw her following the Milan fashion week on a platform.
He stood beside her, and she finally looked up. Her forehead is plastered as a result of her fight with Satan. But her bangs covered most of it.
“Are you a stalker?” He frowned.
“I stalked you, yeah. Cos I wanted to see what orphanage with that boring Cinderella looked like. And it was the most unpleasant thing I’d ever witnessed. Dancing to the kids songs? Really? I need baptism to wash my disgust and irritation.”
El Crow bit his lip as he stared into the distance, holding the rails.
“So…you watch fashion shows?”
“Good job peeking at my phone.” She scoffed at him, looking ahead too. “Yeah, I watch fashion shows cos if I later leave this city, I’m going into modelling. And my dream agency is ARDEN GLOBAL. Whoever the CEO is, he or she has my respect. They style their models too fuckin good.”
El Crow held the railings tighter, his wedding ring grinding against it.
Skylar looked at the ring and felt sick to her deepest stomach.
It’s ugly, to say the least.
“You killed Roy,” he said.
“And enjoyed it.” She sighed. “His finger was bitter.”
“You tried eating it?” He faced her with a newfound thrill.
“Look at you.” She rolled eyes deeply. “Are you glad that someone else ate finger like you? Sicko.”
“Co-sicko.” He smirked.
No words between them again. Just spacing out like they have nothing to say, till she decided to take a look.
When she looked sideways, he was already staring at her while the breeze blew his blonde hair softly across his lashes.
She immediately looked away, and her phone cried in her palm.
Unknown number.
Fine, all lines are unsaved on her phone, but she still knew who was who. This was a new unsaved one.
She picked anyways.
“Skylar!!!” Marisa’s scream met her ears like thunder. “You won’t believe this! I just saw an interview of a couple from Thailand who talked about their missing daughter with a fox birthmark on her chest! I already invited them to my place and they’re on their way! Skylar you need to get here as soon as possible!”
By now, the phone was already sliding away from Skylar’s ears, and her arms felt limp, throat dry.
“You can’t go,” El Crow said.
He had heard Marisa’s voice and everything she said.
“You can’t go,” he repeated.
Skylar stepped back.
“Think about it! This morning, you were under pressure to transfuse Roselle, and they taunted you with your rootlessness, fueling your desperateness to find your parents. Now your parents suddenly showed up out of the blues? Think about it! These people are working together! I know I don’t have a say in your life, but we’re partners for Jethro’s case, and I’m just trying to….”
Skylar stepped back again, and before he could add another word, she ran off without looking back.
El Crow released a breath and look his hand away from the railings.
He turned around to return to the orphanage, but a sharp, familiar yell from the crowd reached his ears.
He turned back.
—
When Skylar woke up, she was at a truck site where old cargos littered the space like rotten corpses.
She’s on the floor, weak.
She couldn’t even get up.
All she remembered was that she was running in the middle of the crowd of kids when something stuck her neck.
She lost consciousness immediately, and here she was, still weak.
She must have been injected.
But this weakness doesn’t seem like it was induced from whatever she was injected with. This weakness seemed extraordinary—supernatural.
She tried getting up again, but she experienced another fail.
She couldn’t.
Why would she be this weak?
A recognized laughter sounded from the top of one of the cargos, causing her eardrums to beat.
Roselle jumped down from the cargo, landing directly on Skylar’s tummy.
“Argh!!!” Her shriek rolled off painfully, and her stomach roared with more pains from her landing.
The plaster on her forehead? Roselle ripped it off forcefully, tearing the wound open again.
Roselle’s strength was mad. Skylar felt it immediately. And it suddenly makes sense. Everything clicked.
Inferno took their healing abilities and super strengths to give Roselle.
This is the only explanation.
She shouldn’t have made that bet with Inferno. She regretted it.
She cursed herself as Roselle slapped her face repeatedly.
Now, Inferno even took her normal strength, that’s why she couldn’t stand. If she had her normal fighter strength, Roselle would be dead by now. She doesn’t need super strength to kill Roselle a hundred times.
“Told you, didn’t I?” Roselle grinned, sitting on top of her. “Told you you’d regret ever touching El and even being alive! Now you’re regretting!”
She stood, raised her leg, and slammed it down on Skylar’s mouth, bruising it up badly.
“You touched him with your hands, didn’t you?” She nodded. “I’m cutting off those hands of yours, but first…”
She landed a kick in Skylar’s stomach, and Skylar flew from cargo to cargo, body slamming against metals and plastic till she landed back to the ground, rolling around.
Roselle revealed a sword—secretly stolen from her mom’s office.
“I need your hands now!” She yelled, wanting to go for her again.
But someone else jumped down from another one of the cargos.
She looked back, seeing the one person she wasn’t expecting to see.
El Crow stood there, giant, huge and big as she can still remember. Only that now, he looked like he came here to kill her. He looked like he came to rob her off her existence.
But she was ready.
With this super strength in her, she’d finish him off. How dare he even come here for Skylar’s sake?
“Prick!” She spat, going bitterly and stubbornly for him.
El Crow’s eyes stayed on Skylar who’s still weak on the ground.
He heard Roselle’s heavy footsteps pounding the ground as she ran to him, and he didn’t move.
But he was calculating the minutes in his mind till the last one minute.
He shut his eyes.
It was fast. This unmasking was swifter than the one at Dread House.
Dark clouds gathered.
The day became night.
Storm joined the formula.
When his eyes opened again with the different colors in each eye, Roselle was already with him with her sword raised to his throat.
He didn’t have to touch her.
That’s the peak of this power.
ApexPlus worked with the mind.
Mind control. Mind power.
His mind control made the sword face her instead.
Roselle stabbed herself violently in the stomach.
The sword protruded at her back.
Using his mind, he lifted her off the ground and watched blood drain out of her before throwing her across the over fifty cargos in that place till every damn bone in her body broke.
The sword broke to pieces inside her stomach, ruining her intestines.
But before he could do the last step by throwing her into the storm, Inferno appeared.
He grabbed Roselle, and El Crow instantly sent him a hit.
One of the sword piece from Roselle’s stomach entered Inferno’s eyes before he vanished with Roselle.
El Crow’s eyes were still glowing when he rushed over to Skylar.
Now, her normal strength already came back. She sat up by herself, and he gave her an hand, pulling her up.
The rain washed the blood away from her face already.
“Who….are you?” She whispered.
“Your superior in the bloodline,” he answered straight, voice different.
Deeper rasp. Deeper energy.
Her eyes widened. “ApexPlus,”
His eyes glow stopped. “But you won’t remember this when you wake.
“No no no no…” She rushed her words. “Don’t do that! You can’t do that. I need you…I need you seriously. I need you to live….”
She quickly held his face, stroking his jaws with her thumbs.
“I won’t go to Marisa. Yeah I won’t believe the parent shit. Don’t take this memory away! I need to know you as what I need to survive!!”
“It’s not me. It’s the power itself,” he whispered back, jaws locking. “The power erases the memories of everyone who sees me using it.”
“El….” She called his name for the first time, shaking her head. “No….no…. El..no….no….El…”
And like that, drowsiness took over her.
She fell to his chest.
“El…”
TBC.
