Sweet Sin - S01 E50

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Sweet Sin - S01 E50

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[Tino’s Place]

The house was as silent as silence itself when Saint arrived.

He didn’t bother going to the hospital to take care of himself or tracking Bexley down first.

He came here straight.

Tino is nowhere.

And he can’t even track his phone.

It’s like the tracker on his phone has been removed or something.

Tino’s mother is a crazily overprotective one who’d always threaten to fly Tino out of the country whenever she saw him racing illegally with Asphalt Kings, but still…this can’t be it.

Tino won’t fly out of NYC without his knowledge, so what’s up?

He thought of dialling his number for dialling sake again.

This time, it went through, and as the line rang, Saint tapped his fingers at the back of his phone restlessly.

Till it picked.

“Yo, punk! Where the fû+k have you been?” He queried.

“You actually have someone you care about?” A husky voice dropped back. “That’s uncool, Saint.”

Saint recognized the voice immediately.

“Toby?” He frowned.

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[Hospital]

Kelly refused food or water from any of the nurses when she woke up.

She paraded the ward with her fingers in mouth till Dean appeared with Uncle Will behind him.

“Baby!” She lowered her fingers, flying into his arms for a hug.

“How’re you, Kell?” Dean asked, arms going her too.

“I’m good, now that you’re here. Gosh, thought I’d be losing my arm forever,” She whined like a baby.

“The probability is still high, Kelly,” Dean broke the hug. “That’s why you shouldn’t use the arm too much yet.”

“But I hugged you, and it doesn’t hurt, Dean.” She argued with a blink.

“That’s because you’re on painkillers, Kell.” Dean insisted.

“Shit,” Kelly muttered.

“Yeah, so sit still.” Dean pressed her to the bed softly.

She sat back.

And as if under a spell, Dean imagined himself holding a kitchen knife and slitting Kelly’s throat with it, her blood splattering his face, and her body falling limply.

“Baby?” Kelly’s voice called him back to his senses, making him jolt.

“Kelly?” He lifted his frame.

“Yeah? What’s wrong? You’ve been spacing out.” Kelly frowned.

“Nothing,” Dean lied. “Just thinking of what should be done about Tobias.”

“What else? Get him arrested! He shot me! The bullet and my shot arm is the evidence!” Kelly spranged up.

“No one’s involving the cops!” Uncle Will stepped in.

“Oh don’t start with your bullshit of protecting him again!” Dean argued.

“No, Dean!” Uncle Will snapped. “You’re mostly the starter of everything that ever happened between the two of you. If you didn’t send men to rob him, this wouldn’t happen. Stop playing victim!”

“He nearly killed Kelly!” Dean argued again, obstinate.

“And you know he’d have killed her if he wanted!” Uncle Will snapped. “Leave him alone! I’m still working on how to contain him in that Church and make his bloodshed minimal. What I want you to focus on is the Empire! Focus on making it prosper beyond NYC and other countries!”

Dean’s jaws clenched.

Kelly was speechless behind them. She decided not to disrupt.

But she’s sure of one thing; she’s going to call the cops.

Now, or tommorow.

She’s filing a secret case against Tobias St. Graves.

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[Next Morning – Yalda’s Place]

Seraphina woke up to distant exchange of words trying to make it’s way to her head.

The words kept knocking at her skull, and she feels like she knows the voices. At the same time, she doesn’t.

They sound crazy. Unhinged.

Seraphina turned in bed.

When her laps met, she felt the unforgettable electrifying soreness between her legs.

She jerked to the contact, getting detailed flashbacks.

Flashbacks of getting eaten on the altar. Flashbacks of the hour of sin.

That made her consciousness stronger, and she began hearing the two unhinged voices again.

The voices belong to the Odds—Yalda and Migos.

Why is she hearing their voices?

She sat up in bed, gasping when she saw she’s in an unfamiliar room which looks classy and badass with wigs of all types hanging by a side of the wall and a full table of makeup like this room was made for it.

Then, black butterfly drawings on the dim white wall.

Her heart raced.

Where’s she?

She rushed out of the room and tracing the two voices she’s hearing to a room that looks like a hub.

There, she saw them.

Yalda and Migos, and several other Odds. They’re there, milling like they’re in their own world.

Soft rap music played softly in the background. Words of the Odds hummed with the beat and lyrics.

Some of them are drinking, some smoking, some focused on laptops, some listening to music, some DJing.

Some are eating, too.

Different angles. Different doings.

But Yalda and Migos are the loudest. They’re the ones exchanging words.

Yalda stood by the bar, rolling a empty cup of wine in hand.

Migos sat on the snooker table, wearing glasses and cocky with pure gold chains flanking his neck.

“If you’re so important, Wrath wouldn’t tell me to organize the press conference.” Migos raised an hand.

“I was called first, man.” Yalda’s lips curled. “But because the New Meat needed clothes and shelter, I was called to come get her, so you got the press conference job instead. You’re a second option, dude.”

“Coming from a slut who fû+ks just anyone with the damn excuse of being a lesbian,” Migos stood.

“Same slut you’re obsessed with,” Yalda laughed richly.

“Obsessed with who?” Migos grinned. “I wanna f+k you and give you dollars right after.”

“You must be speaking of your mother!” Yalda raised her voice.

She’d have added more, but she saw Seraphina by the door and stopped.

She came over to her.

“Hey, New Meat.” She smiled.

Seraphina couldn’t even reply.

She only stared at her. Her high, bold, dark rich energy.

Yalda is beautiful. She felt so small and unimportant close to her.

“For starters,” Yalda shrugged. “I’m Yalda Rahimi, born in Iran, but I grew up in America. I’m Iranian-American.” She introduced.

“Why am I in this…hub?” Seraphina asked slowly.

“Hub?” Yalda chuckled. “This is my house, girl. But many of the Odds like to crash here cos…well… everyone likes Yalda, including Migos.”

“Where’s…Father?” Seraphina asked.

“He’s probably in Hell right now, and before you ask where’s that, Hell Building is where Odds meet officially. We’ll soon go there to meet him. He called me to come get you last night after he ate you.”

Seraphina’s lip bled immediately cos she bit it hard.

They know?

She’s even calling her New Meat.

Meaning…

“There were others?” She asked slowly, blinking.

“You mean other Meats?” Yalda raised her lids. “Yeah. There was Kelly, Ruth, Jenna, Ayesha, Elena, Alexandria, Bianca, Bella, Glendon, Polly, Jacinta, Dorothy, Lila, Hellen, Erika—”

“Stop!” Seraphina shouted.

“You asked for it, girl.” Yalda smiled cooly. “I could go on all day. You’re one of a very long Meat list, so calm down for him and enjoy the good fû+k wherever he wants it. He’ll do whatever you wish, don’t just fall in love, or I’ll kill you before he even does, Seraphina.” She went blank.

“I’m not….in love.” Seraphina stressed.

“Have you been to his house?” Yalda scoffed. “Not the poor Rectory the church gave him. I mean, his own fuckin great house. I guess you haven’t. And has he even f+ked you before? Your p+sy would beg him.”

“I….” Seraphina felt her throat clamping, blocking. “I… need to go. I have so many things to… sort out.”

“You have a press conference to attend this morning.” Yalda nodded. “So I called your friend.”

“Press conference? My friend?” Seraphina frowned.”

Yalda’s phone bleeped.

“Oh, she’s here.” She smiled.

Then, Migos appeared.

“Follow,” he glared.

Seraphina looked at Yalda.

“Let’s hope Wrath invites you to our Horror Night. If he does, I’ll see you again, and you’ll see how things are done within the Odds.” Yalda raised a intentional lid at her.

“Keep up, Meat!” Migos hissed.

Seraphina followed Migos who took her to the main door of the house and left her there. He shut the door.

“Phina!” Allison’s voice found her there, making her turn.

She saw Allison in front of the house, coming down from her car.

“Lis!” She breathed in relief, rushing over to her hug.

“Who took you? Where have you been? Where’s this place? Who called me to come here to take you? I was even told to take you to a press-con where you’ll prove your innocence.” Allison rushed her words.

“Press conference?” Seraphina asked as she broke the hug.

“Yeah!” Allison nodded.

Seraphina almost started wondering again, but she made the inductions. Who else but the Priest?

“After the press-con, I’ll tell you everything. Can you take me there?” She asked Allison.

“Of course!” Allison got in the car backseat with her.

In the front, Bexley drove.

She spent the night at Allison’s, and this morning, Allison woke to a call saying she should come collect Seraphina here, so she offered to drive here with Allison just to see for herself, and now it’s real.

Seraphina is out of Valhalla Club grounds?

How?

Wasn’t she captured by the Serpents of Valhalla?

She didn’t even pay to mind to Allison and Seraphina’s conversation at the back of the car till they arrived at the press conference location.

It was already full of reporters.

Inside the house. Outside of it.

World market would be the right work for the stuff.

Seraphina couldn’t believe her eyes.

“F+k!” Bexley cussed when she stepped out with Allison.

“Damn!” Allison’s eyes widened. “Your helper organized this? Who exactly is this helper?”

—

[Redd Estate]

Carrying a pretty small green cake, Peach came out of her room, looking pumped for today’s party.

Surely, another party will be happening. It’s her mother’s birthday.

She knew Kimmy would have left her room, so she went ahead to the living room. Surprisingly, her father was already there with her mother.

Acosta gave Kimmy a box of jewelry set, and she opened it with a full smile, caressing the jewels.

She looked up at Acosta who sat dutifully in front of her.

“Thank you, honey. And I’m sorry for yesterday’s slap. You know I get out of bounds when you support that Frump. It’ll never happen again.” She pouted, moving closer.

She placed her head on his shoulder.

“I didn’t buy you a birthday gift to hear your apology, Kimmy, and I don’t need the apology cos I know you’re still gonna do it anyways. I just want peace for the sake of my daughter.” Acosta replied.

“Come on,” Kimmy moved her lips to his mouth for a kiss…

“Happy birthday mummy!” Peach shouted, coming in with the cake.

“Hey, baby!” Kimmy stood, taking the cake from her before giving her a hug. “I love you, my world!”

“I love you too, mum.” She smiled sweetly, giving Acosta a fixed look and expecting him to apologize to her for not supporting her.

Acosta said nothing to her.

“I’m taking Peach to the hospital later today,” he mentioned. “The doctor said she needed to come for checks at least thrice for her constipation.”

“You should be talking about taking me out and fuckin me good, Costa. It’s my birthday.” Kimmy grimaced.

“I have plans for that too, Kimmy. Trust me.” Acosta assured.

The elevator came apart, letting Marley and Genevieve into the floor, both holding expensive boxes of gifts.

“Mum, dad!” Kimmy gushed.

Peach sat on the couch, unintentionally pressing the TV remote on with her bum.

The TV came on, airing the ongoing press conference.

The press conference every reporter is struggling to get a cover of.

There’s a lot ongoing at the venue.

• Live at Focal Plains, the biggest press-con yet is about to start!

• There are close to fifty reporters here, striving to enter, and inside? There are more than that.

• Seraphina, the disowned daughter of the Redds seems to have a lot to say. Every camera is striving to have her face in their news!

• This might be the biggest breaking news of the month!

• Stay tuned, everyone…it’s about to go down! Will she bring evidence?

“Wait…what??” Kimmy gasped.

“Seraphina?” Acosta muttered.

“She was gotten by Serpents, wasn’t she?” Genevieve faced Marley. “She was taken yesterday!!”

“Shit!” Marley threw down the gift box he’s holding. He rushed out.

“Marley!!” Genevieve yelled hotly, running after him.

Kimmy followed them, marching over the gift boxes including the one Acosta gave to her.

—

[Odium Hell Building]

Hell is fire.

Fire is hell.

The Odds believed both were born from the same throat, and that’s why a colossal fire is always kept alive whenever they gathered here.

It’s not a fireplace or a bonfire. It’s a living inferno—a sulphur-fed monstrosity that occupied its own section of the room like a god demanding worship.

The flames rose high enough to stain the darkness above, writhing and snapping loudly.

Every crackle sounded angry. Every burst of sparks looked violent.

Even the Odds kept their distance, and it’s not because they feared being burned, but because the fire belonged to Hell, and Hell is never approached casually.

The location of this building remains unknown till now, but it’s somewhere hidden in NYC.

No addresses. No records.

Some of the Odds call it The House of Screams cos the walls and floors have heard too much.

Right now, Tino has been stripped naked. Starkly.

According to Tobias’s orders, wide layers of industrial cellotape has been wrapped around his body from his toes to his face.

Now he’s just a white, motionless figure, discarded in the center of the room like something waiting to be buried.

Nobody knew if he was still breathing, and nbody checked cos Tobias forbade anyone from moving.

The fire is the room’s only source of light. No electricity.

No chandeliers or lamps.

Nothing but the savage orange glow spilling across expensive suits and expressionless faces.

Silence ruled the room, and not ordinary silence. It’s the kind that felt ceremonial. The kind that made breathing sound loud.

At the highest point in the room, sat Tobias. The First Man.

He’s the closest thing the Odds had to a devil sitting on a throne.

Like the others, he wore a suit.

But unlike the others, he wore no hat.

He never needed symbols of authority. He’s authority.

Yalda sat nearest to him.

Migos occupied the other side.

The rest spread outward in careful formation, arranged like loyal disciples around a dark altar.

Near the entrance Jude stood. He wore no suit, just casual clothes.

He stared at the inferno and swallowed hard.

The fire reflected in his eyes, and the fear did too.

On the table, there’s Tobias’s phone, buzzing every few seconds again and again with messages from Saint.

Begging.

Negotiating.

Anything to save Tino.

The phone screen kept lighting up, but Tobias never looked at it.

Beside the phone, sat a police summon invitation.

The invitation demanded Tobias appearance at the station before dusk cos Kelly had filed a case against him.

Failure to go to the station would result in an arrest for him.

The police mentioned that they would walk straight into his Church and drag him out.

It’s a situation capable of causing panic, but Tobias hadn’t touched the paper once.

Because neither Saint’s desperation nor Kelly’s threat mattered.

Not tonight.

Not in Hell.

The laptop on the table is open. On the screen of the laptop, the press conference played.

The laptop is the only thing in the room receiving more attention from Tobias than the fire because Seraphina is on the podium now.

And he’s watching her.

And his cult waited.

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[Focal Plains Podium]

By the time Genevieve and Marley arrived, Seraphina already climbed the podium. Though, she’s not talking yet. She’s just there.

The cameras flashing incessantly at her face made her feel like she’s in front of the whole world, getting tried for murder.

When she danced at Club Quit, Allison encouraged her, pushed her, but now, there’s no time for Allison’s encouragement.

Also, she imagined Tobias blue eyes that night, but now after hearing the number of girls he was with, it felt hard to imagine those eyes.

Yalda even said she was gonna kill her if she fell for him.

Meaning, he’s off limits.

She can only use him and get done, and he’ll use her for sexual pleasures too. That’s why after he gave her that dangerous head last night, he tossed her easily to Yalda’s place.

She drew a large breath.

This is her life, and she needs to get a grasp of it, but the cameras on her eyes. The flashing cameras…

They’re too much.

Maybe her lenses were changed when she was asleep cos she can see clearly now, but still…

The cameras….

She closed her eyes and opened.

The cameras blurred her senses.

Then, questions from the reporters…

“What do you have for us!”

“Did you really steal Dora Redd’s work?”

“Are your crochets yours?”

“Say something!”

“Talk to us!”

Genevieve and Marley entered the place with their guards, and they began coming for the front when they saw how she just stood.

They knew the impact of cameras on her anxiety. They’re aware she’s currently in a daze that’ll take a while for her to get over.

Their guards will drag her down from the podium before she gets to say any stupid thing.

But Seraphina wasn’t just standing there and staring like a fool.

She was trying to pull herself together, too.

Calling her soul and mind to a conference of coordination.

She’s going to do this, and do it right.

The Priest organized this for her after almost eating her to death last night.

He used her, and this was her time to use him, too.

.

She pinched herself close to twelve times on the thigh, pulling herself out of her daze and overlooking the camera shutters on her face.

She killed every other noise in her mind and focused on herself.

Her eyes shot to the crowd of reporters instantly.

Now, Genevieve and Marley are just one step away from her.

“I’m challenging Dora Redd to a crocheting contest right here and now.” She talked clearly.

Genevieve and Marley stopped.

The hall went silent.

“We’ll both crochet right here in front of cameras, and if she gets all steps right and proves her ownership, she can get me locked up, but if I get it right and prove my ownership…”

She paused, looking at Genevieve and Marley before smiling dark.

“Dora Redd will have to close down her Fashion Clan, and she’ll lick my feet clean in front of every f+kin body here.” She snarled.

Then, she faced the crowd.

“Now, find Dora Redd and drag her here to this podium.” Her voice carried across the room, mouth tilted in quiet satisfaction.

TBC.