Must Read: Paradox Of Abel - Season 1 - Episode 15

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Must Read: Paradox Of Abel - Season 1 - Episode 15

February 1993
It had been over eight years since the past incident; an incident that was going to repeat itself tonight. Cain relished the thought of revenge; he always enjoyed serving his meal of retribution in a temperature that matched a dog’s nose. It had taken him eight terrible years to locate his prey – eight years of green memories and endless search. At last, nature had brought his prey to his path. He’d come here to Jos only for a business deal when he discovered that the client who had bid for a mortgage over a piece of land of about ten hectares was the treasure he’d been hunting for the past hundred months. On sighting his quarry, he’d systematically refused to disclose his own identity; making sure that the man did not even sight him, for, undoubtedly, the man might scuttle off at the slightest recognition of him. And the chance of ever seeing him again might be close to impossible if he lost him – that was what he’d never allow, no matter what sacrifice it would demand of him. He’d gotten everything about the man in less than twenty-four hours after spotting the man. He knew where his quarry lived, who his family members were; and one time, Cain wondered how the man was able to raise such a quiet and responsible family. He also wondered whether his quarry’s wife knew the kind of husband she’d married. But also inwardly, he knew that he shared something evil in common with his prey., and that common interest was the reason why he was going to attack the man’s family tonight.
The night was warm; and a full moon stood proud and majestic in the midst of exalting stars. Even if anyone passed that time, nobody would notice the figure that stood under the shadow of the mahogany tree that remained rigid like a figurine in the street. Cain was always more comfortable in the shadows than in the light; for the shadow provided him secrecy whenever he planned his evils. He had been standing there in the shadows for about two hours, waiting for his quarry to arrive. He’d planned all his intentions this night even to the minutest detail. To blend with the darkness, he’d purchased a black overcoat and a black hat. He was dressed like an undertaker, and he was holding a pistol in his hand.
Patience, which had not been his strongest virtue, was what he found himself exercising. Occasionally, he would take a stroll down the quiet street and back to the dark comfort of the tree. He was already familiar with the street, as if he’d founded it. Thirty minutes after his fifth stroll up and down the street, he saw a car approach and he immediately knew that it was his quarry coming, even without seeing the man behind the wheel. He just knew that the car approaching was the one he’d been waiting for. He watched very closely as the car reached the massive gate and stopped. Cain could see his prey now; the man came down, pressed some certain code in the walls of the gate and the gate swung open. The man appeared quite tired; the day must have been quite hectic. He watched the man and smiled as he imagined what he was going to do to him. Cain had decided that he was not going to kill him; he was going to inflict upon the man a fate nearly worse than death. He could see the man clearly but there was no way the man could see him. Cain quickly came out of the dark and crouched himself close to the vehicle as it was being driven into the compound. He moved with the vehicle, making sure that he was not discovered through the back reflector in front of the driver. The gate swung close just as slowly as it had opened. Cain smiled wickedly again. The driver didn’t know that he’d just allowed the devil into his home.
Before the man could come out of the car, Cain quickly hid himself among the flowers in the garden. He watched from within the bouquet as the man walked to the entrance of the house. The man turned the knob and the door gave way; the door was not locked. This pleased Cain, the unlocked door would give him easy entrance into the house. He tarried among the lilies for another five minutes before coming out. He stood up boldly and walked confidently to the door. Before he turned the knob, he brought out the pistol he’d pocketed when he followed the car into the compound. He opened the entrance door and slowly stepped inside.

The sitting room was a large and well-furnished one. His quarry was evidently a very wealthy man. He wonder who was richer between he and the man he was about to attack. Before him, Cain saw an arch that separated the dining compartment from the sitting room. And sitting by the table were the family members having their meal. Cain was filled with glee at this; he hadn’t thought that he was easily going to have all the family members in one place. He slowly shut the door behind him, making careful sure that the door made no sound as it closed.

The man’s wife was the first to notice Cain’s presence in the room. “Jesus Christ of Nazareth!” The woman screamed, dropping her fork and knife.

Cain laughed wickedly. He knew why the woman had screamed. She’d been taken aback by his ugliness. A very ugly man dressed in black and pointing a gun at you was a good picture of Lucifer. Cain felt like Lucifer.

He took five careful steps into the room now, smiling as wickedly as he could. He needed them to be very much afraid of him. To Cain, fear implied power, you could measure your strength by the level of fright found in your adversary’s eyes. And these adversaries of his – these foes – were scared beyond description.

It was a family of four – the parents and their two offspring; a male and a female. The head of the family was still fully dressed; he must have jumped behind the dining table as soon as he stepped into the room. The wife and children were already in their night wears. The daughter was a young woman of about eighteen years old and the son looked younger, about sixteen or something. Cain continued smiling in his ugly manner. This was going to be a memorable night for the family.

He was still pointing the gun at them when he said, “Forgive me for interrupting your repast. You can return to your meal as soon as I’m through.”

The man’s wife had jumped upright, her husband was standing up slowly with his terrified eyes staring at the pistol, afraid that it might go off anytime soon. The children still remained seated with fear and confusion plastered on their faces; they were staring at Cain as if he were a specie of dinosaurs that had suddenly returned from extinction.
“Who are you and what do you want?” The man’s wife asked, she was shaking uncontrollably.

“I am your nemesis!” Cain roared, “I am your nemesis! I am your nemesis!” he kept repeating that for about ten times before he stopped to catch his breath.

He looked at each family member one after the other, as if he was just seeing them for the first time. He ordered the children to stand up and bring their chairs to the middle of the living room. He was instantly obeyed. He then commanded the parents to seat on each of the chairs provided. When they’d done that, Cain dipped his hand into his pocket and extracted two pieces of ropes. He gave the ropes to the son and told him to tie his parents to their chairs. When the boy refused he gave him a hard slap and ordered him to do it, he was aiming the gun at the boy’s head this time. He was threatening to kill the boy if his order was not obeyed. This spurred the boy to do as commanded; he firmly tied his parents to their chairs.

“Do you remember you doing to me what your son is currently doing to you?” Cain asked the man as the boy continued to knot the loops. “Can you see how it feels to be tied down, helpless and incapable of freedom?”
It was at this moment that the man cast his eyes away from the gun and looked at Cain. He was sweating profusely as he studied Cain’s face. Finally, he shook his head and said, “I don’t know you.”
“Liar! Liar!! Liar!!! Pants on fire!” Cain screamed, he poked the man’s head with the pistol. “You cannot have possibly forgotten what you did eight years ago. Eight years is not such a long time to forget that. But your nemesis has returned, you are going to have a taste of that bitter brew you concocted, I promise you.”

Having said that, Cain suddenly turned to the children and said, “De-robe yourselves.”
“What?”
“Are you mad?” The boy asked, but he was immediately blessed with another terrible slap, both his cheeks had turned crimson from the impact.

“Watch your tongue, boy.” Cain warned, “Didn’t your parents teach you manners?” He paused a brief moment and asked, “What’s your name?”
The boy did not reply. This annoyed Cain immensely, he was about to shoot the boy when his mother answered, “Abel. His name is Abel. Please don’t kill my child, I beg you.” The woman was weeping now.
“Abel?” Cain was surprised. He laughed out loud, “Seriously? His name is Abel?”
“Yes.” The sobbing woman replied.
“Wow! This is God’s will. It’s God’s will that I’m here. This isn’t a coincidence, this is fate. Does any one of you imbeciles know my name?”
They all stared at him as if he’d suddenly turned mad.

“My name is Cain!” he shouted, “and Abel here must do as I command or there will be unpleasant consequences. If he ever disobeys me again I’m going to kill him. I don’t care if another Bible story is written about us.”
He turned to the children again. The girl was already weeping like a baby. Cain said, “Now kids, for the last time, get rid of your clothes.”
The boy and girl pretended not to have heard him. They were not ready to undress.
Cain stared at them and said, “Oh, you’re stubborn, both of you. I’m going to count down from ten and if you are still wearing anything at all, even lipstick, I’m going to shoot you until you are dead. Do you hear me? The gun is fully loaded.” He unclipped the pistol and showed them the bullets in the chamber.
“Now, ten…”
“Please obey the man.” Their wailing mother implored.
“Nine…”
The children seemed not to have heard their mother. They were not ready to obey the intruder.
“Do you want to die? Both of you?” The woman turned to her husband whose face was cast downward, “Won’t you do something? Tell your children to undress.”
“Six…” The countdown continued.
“Please obey the man!” Their father commanded with a strong voice.
“Three…”
The children began to hastily undress.
“Two…one.”
The boy and the girl were totally Unclad.
Cain smiled. He walked towards the girl and pulled at her firm b0s0ms. The girl was crying as Cain tugged at her two br*asts and sq££zed the n*pples.
“You should be ashamed of yourself. You’re going to r*pe a young girl.” The girl’s mother said.

Cain smiled at her, “No, I’m not going to r*pe her.” He turned to the children, “Now, Abel, listen to me carefully. Right here in front of your parents, you’re going to have a S#xual intercourse with your sister.
“What!” The parents screamed.
“Never!” retorted Abel, “Nothing will make me do it. I don’t care if you kill me.”
“Of course you’re going to do it,” Cain replied, “You won’t want me killing your parents and your sister in your presence. If you refuse me I’m going to start by killing your mother.” Cain placed the muzzle of the gun against the boy’s mother’s temple. “You better excite yourself now and do as I said, we don’t have to make this unnecessarily bloody, Abel.”
“Please don’t do it.” His father pleaded.
“Abel, are you going to watch him kill Mommy?” his sister asked hysterically.

“Are you going to do it or not? I don’t have all night, Abel.” Cain said. His finger was beginning to press the trigger.

The girl, seeing this, quickly spread herself widely on the floor, “Abel, come on!”
“Abel, don’t!” his father screamed.
“Come on, Abel. He’s going to kill them if you don’t. He’s about to shoot Mommy! Come on now!”

The boy, seeing no choice here, climbed on his sister and slowly entered her. He was weeping like a baby as he thrust home. His sister’s eyes were tightly shut as she wept copiously. She was shivering with each feeling of her brother inside her.

Finally, Abel gave a loud gasp. He felt suddenly light and collapsed on his sister. Even the girl was too weak to rise. They both remained in that position.

Cain whistled and chuckled with delight, “Phew! That’s impressive.” He turned to the children’s father, “Aren’t you impressed? That boy really knows how to make love. You should be proud of him.”
“You’re a devil!” the man’s wife cried.
“No,” replied Cain with equanimity, “I’m Nemesis. Your husband here is the devil.”
“I curse you!” The woman lashed out, “I curse you with sickness and sorrow, with hunger and pain; your house shall be consumed by fire, and your children shall die terribly; your enemies shall prosper, and you shall grow old in sadness and regret. You shall die in foulness and agony.”
“Blah, blah, blah…” Cain said wearily, “I’ve got to leave now. But before I go, there is one more thing I need to do.”
He untied the woman from the chair.

As Cain left the house, he could hear behind him the wails of each member of the family. He was at peace with himself now. He’d revenged for what had been done to him eight years ago. He walked out of the compound into the darkness beyond, knowing fully well that the life of each member of the family would never be the same again.

Cain had destroyed a happy family.