Wicked God - S01 E13

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Wicked God - S01 E13

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 13

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[Enigma House – El Crow’s Suite]

There were bloodstains everywhere.

The bed. The floors. The walls.

The cruel, cold shade of red dominated, especially inside the bathroom where El Crow was in.

He stood in front of the mirror, palms rested on the sink bowl and face confronting his own reflection.

He watched as the bloody sweat filtered out of his skin again. It was coming out effortlessly to gather on his skin and cascade down his face.

Not just the face. He was also sweating on his body.

He’s not white anymore. He’s red as a ketchup paste.

There were several rolls of used and discarded tissues on the floors and on that sink bowl itself.

Grunting, he tore another tissue and wiped his face and whole body, then he discarded it like the others.

He didn’t only sweat, he felt pains in his body too. A intense body ache which was setting his system on fire.

As he wiped with tissues, his body responded with torturous agony, and he’d wince before wiping again.

Arturo stormed in.

Seeing the bloody tissues on the floor and El Crow’s reddish skin, he stumbled.

“No… there’s gotta be something. This can’t be happening to you because of that brat Roselle!”

“Roselle?” El Crow faced him with a low groan, body heating harder.

“She was beaten by Castle in the ring. Heard she was taken away with a bleeding…private part.” Arturo struggled to say the last part.

“This isn’t her.” El Crow faced the mirror again, getting another huge roll of tissue for his blood wiping.

“What are you saying?” Arturo frowned confusedly.

“My sweating blood isn’t connected to Roselle.” El Crow panted. “I know how I feel when it’s about her. I know how my head bubbles when the stupid soul bond flares. This is not her. This pain isn’t reaching my head but I’m aching allover my body.”

“Really?” Arturo calmed a bit. “Then why is this happening to you?”

El Crow dumped the bloody tissue and walked past Arturo, returning into his room where he met everyone—Senior Castle and the rest.

Seeing his red skin, their eyes tilted.

“Dude, what the hell!” Blade gasped.

“Is there like a way to go about this? You can’t stay red,” Castle said.

“Does it hurt?” Bishop asked.

“Like a bitch.” El Crow breathed with difficulty, pushing his window open.

He stood by it as the blood began soaking his body again.

“At this point, he’s gonna sweat out all of his blood,” Lovato worriedly said, fingers folded.

“But he’s not gonna die. He can’t die,” Kent said in little relief.

“Can’t die, but the pains? He’s obviously in pains,” Blade said.

Their eyes went back to El Crow who’s still by his window.

El Crow held the window hinges with his bloody hands, staring at Skylar’s window across his own.

The only person he had a close interaction with and even licked her blood last night was her.

She’s the only suspect, but there has to be an evidence to prove it before he can make moves.

His eyes were evilly bloodshot as he rested his whole frame on the window, grunting with pale lips.

“I’ll go see any witch in the quarters. There has to be a solution to this somewhere,” Arturo said when his eyes couldn’t take it anymore.

“I’ll go with you sir.” Castle moved, and they both stepped out.

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[Dread House]

Midnight removed the transfusion pipes and took a deep breath, signifying the end of it.

Roselle’s bleeding stopped since few minutes ago when her body began taking in Skylar’s blood.

Now she only has to wake up.

Skylar stood from the bed she sat on, but before she could move, she was crossed by Satan’s figure.

She went still, and seeing Satan’s eyes, she knew something else was definitely coming.

She sat back.

“What happened in the cage last night? Why did the cage shatter?” Satan’s question was fluid.

The first thought that came to Skylar’s mind was lying, but that won’t be of help because she’s being watched everytime.

Satan probably knew the answer to this question already. It’s a trick.

“I had a fight with the stitchmouth. He came to find me at the cage,” She confessed coldly.

Using her smallest finger, Satan lifted Skylar’s chin, and their eyes struck.

“I knew something was abnormal somewhere when I saw the extraordinary moves you both made during your fight in the ring, but then my Armies reported to me that they saw you and El Crow breaking the cage metals last night. The strongest metals existing?” She muttered.

“It was Aftermoor.” Skylar threw her eyes away. “I failed to kill him, so I suffer heartache whenever he’s close. But I get mysterious strength whenever he’s close too. He also gets the strength when I’m close.”

“And I’m guessing you got healing ability too.” Midnight touched Skylar’s shoulder. “Considering the fact that your broken shoulder is set.”

Skylar smirked.

Midnight was as smart as he looked. Keeping things from him was fatally impossible. He knew everything, and that’s why fooling him was hard.

Midnight was like Satan’s police.

“And you’re aware that I don’t care the slightest about your heartache around him, right?” Satan said.

“You’ve never cared about me!” Skylar looked up. “Stop making it sound like you’ve ever cared!”

Midnight flung his palm at Skylar’s face. The slap echoed.

Skylar’s cheeks stung, but she didn’t react of move. It meant nothing.

“Bloody ingrate!” Midnight barked out. “You were taken from an orphanage where there’s no future. Now you’re already one of the top fighters in this city. Ask anyone about Skylar Vox in New Orleans, it’s a big name, but if you had remained at the orphanage, you think you’d have made it this big?”

Skylar stood challengingly, grinning.

“Orphanage?” She faced Satan. “Swear to the soil of New Orleans that you really took me from an orphanage. I know I have no memory of when I was taken cos I was still a baby back then, but there’s no way you could have taken me from the orphanage! I made researches about my Apex blood, and it’s only attached to wealth! People with Apex blood are naturally born into wealth so wherever you took me from, it’s not a damn orphanage!”

This time, it was Satan herself who folded her fist and sent it to Skylar’s face—a deadly punch.

Skylar staggered and fell on her butt as blood lined out of her nostril.

Satan went on a squat, her short hair covering one of her eyes as she stared diabolically at her.

“How many times have you tried to kill me and escape? Three times! And each time, you were always caught and brought back by me. You can’t run away from me, cos I own this city. I’ll find you before you get to the nearest bus station. You can’t defeat me, cos I and Midnight personally trained you and sharpened your ability. And you know another thing?” She grabbed Skylar’s neck.

Skylar grunted in her mercy.

“The next time you enter the ring with El Crow and fail to kill him or give him a brutal wound that’ll ground him for years, I’ll have to kill you and look for another Apex blood vessel. You’re not the only Apex blood type in this world, Skylar Vox.”

With that, she let go and stood from her squatting position.

Skylar stood from her ground position too, her neck bearing imprints of Satan’s five fingers.

Her nose still had the blood bleed, and she didn’t bother to wipe. She stayed rigid, cold, hardheaded.

Midnight passed the invite to Satan, and Satan passed it to Skylar.

“Here, you got an invite. I have no idea why Marisa Cesar would even want you at her banquet.”

Skylar looked at the invite, and when she saw it’s really Marisa Cesar on it, she literally snatched it.

She opened it and saw her name on the invited line as VVIP.

“How is this…. possible?”

“You were invited as VVIP, meaning you get to bring a plus-one. You’ll go with Roselle.” Satan said.

Skylar didn’t wait to hear the rest. She left the office hurriedly, heart slamming with joy.

She had never been this joyful all her life. She has never been.

She kept checking the invite out without looking where she’s going. She bumped into some Dreads.

“Look where you’re going, bitch!”

“Are you blind?!”

But she wasn’t hearing their curses. All that’s in her mind was the invitation in her hand which felt like pure, golden gold.

Marisa Cesar, New Orleans sweetheart?

Marisa Cesar, her role model,
invited her her banquet?

She smiled warmly, stopping in front of the house and inhaling.

First, the hair cutting that has been planning? It’s time for it.

She’s gonna go cut this hair to short and free herself from the annoying prickling everytime.

She jumped on her motorbike.

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[Treatment Room]

Roselle sat up immediately Skylar left the room. She looked better now, and healthier.

An Army brought in a cup of warm tea. She took it and drank directly from the cup, slowly.

“Why the fuck would Marisa Cesar invite her to the banquet? Her?”

“You get to go too.” Satan sighed.

Roselle shot up, tossing the teacup away. “As a plus-one! Skylar got invited originally, but I’m going as a plus one! I am your daughter, not her! The right thing to do is take the invite and burn it so no one goes!”

“Shut up!!” Midnight yelled angrily.

Roselle faced him.

“You think we didn’t think that?” Midnight glared. “Of course we did, but that won’t work! We’ve been trying to get Marisa’s attention for years, and now she sent an invite for someone in our team as VVIP? You even get to go as a plus-one. You know how many royals are struggling to get a plus-one spot to the banquet? You should rest and go wear a pad!”

Roselle faced Satan.

“Now that you heard what you wanna hear, how do you feel?” Satan sighed, taking her seat.

Before Roselle could talk, Rosita cake in with crossed arms.

“Sometimes, I wonder if I’m a part of this family at all.” She scoffed.

“What are you talking about?” Roselle scowled at her.

“Why are you the one going to the banquet when I’m the one who knows how to set connections? I’m the one who talks better!”

“Talk better?” Roselle laughed. “Rosita, my mouth is not for decoration, I talk too like a human! Don’t try to glaze yourself. Besides, mother and Midnight knew what they were doing before choosing me to go. Stop being jealous!”

Rosita’s lips curled. “Yunno when Skylar failed to beat El Crow, she was locked up in the Shame Cage, but you failed to beat Castle, and you’re here receiving treatment? You should be ashamed of your existence!”

“Jealous bitter freak!!” Roselle shouted, pointing. “See that bitterness you exhibit? That’s what’s gonna kill you later! Bitter whore!!”

“Roselle!” Satan cautioned, but she didn’t stop.

“I’m gonna go to that banquet, dress in my most luxurious dress, impress Marisa Cesar and bring more glory to this Team, but you? Stay bitter!” She laughed at Rosita’s face.

Rosita blinked, unaffected by her taunts and jeers.

“I’ll be here when you return from the banquet with shame. I just know you’ll fuck up one way or another.” She muttered and snickered at Satan and Midnight before stepping back.

By the door, she looked turned.

“Oh, and the rogues who were arrowed to death in the Cage of Shame? I did it,” She lied. “Just so you know, I’ll always support Skylar.”

With that, she stormed out.

“You and that Skylar will die untimely!” Roselle cussed.

“One more word, Roselle, and Rosita will go in your place.” Satan said.

That was enough to make Roselle stop talking.

Roy came in, carrying a unopened pack of pads.

“Heard you needed them,” he said.

Roselle walked out with a hiss, and Roy followed her with the pads.

“I was about to ask you to start investigating the dead rogues cos I know Skylar doesn’t kill with arrows, but it’s actually Rosita?” Satan said.

“When Rosita is angry, she’ll say anything to hurt people, so I have doubts if she really did it. I’ll still investigate it.” Midnight responded.

“And this might be the right time to put her in the ring,” Satan mentioned. “The next match is next week, isn’t it? Rosita will be representing this team.”

“I know.” Midnight said.

Satan looked at him, and they shared a stare so dark it made the office lights flicker abnormally.

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[Middle Tier – Quincy’s Room]

Renee’s head felt better when she opened her eyes to take in the room lights. Her hurting bones and aching flesh were back to normal too.

She struggled to recognize her environment at first, but seeing the italicized Adams surname on the wall, she shot up in bed.

She’s in Quincy’s room.

“Fuck!” She got down from the bed quickly, and at the same time, Quincy entered with a takeout ice cream.

“You’re up?” He smiled. “I got you ice cream, your favorite flavor.”

Renee didn’t bother wearing her shoes. She dashed for the door, whizzing past him like air.

Before she could open the door, Quincy blocked her, closed the door, and pocketed the key.

She turned her back on him.

“Open this door, Quincy.”

“No I won’t, and if you keep running away from me like this, then maybe you have another elder brother.” He mumbled in a low tone.

“What happened between us is an abomination!” Renee snapped with a sniffle. “Stop acting like it’s nothing! If you didn’t send a letter to your crush, we wouldn’t be in this mess!”

“Skylar is not my crush!” Quincy denied flatly. “Can’t a boy just try to befriend a girl because he likes her aura? I like Skylar as a friend, and I know she’s lonely and friendless even if she doesn’t say it. I only want to be her friend and maybe get trainings from her to take us to Top Tier! If I was crushing on her, you’d be the first one I tell. I never keep anything from you, Renee. Please, I’m—”

“But it still happened, Quincy.” She cut in, voice teary. “Your face was between my legs and—”

“It never happened!” Quincy snapped. “If we pretend it never happened and just live our lives here, make our way up to Top Tier and gather enough money, we’ll be fine.”

Renee turned, facing him. Her face was already wet with tears.

Quincy quickly held her face, wiping the tears as they fell.

“It never happened, Renee, ok? It never happened. Don’t think about it, and we’ll be fine.”

Renee nodded, sobbing as she wrapped her arms on him in a sisterly embrace.

Her tears wet his shoulder.

Quincy hugged her back, rubbing her hair fondly and at the same time blinking back his own tears.

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