Wicked God - S01 E28

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 28

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[Rosita’s Room]

It’ll soon be one month since Aftermoor, and that means it’ll soon be time to kill someone to send to Aftermoor according to Inferno.

Rosita’s fingers were in her mouth as she thought fiercely about it.

Her mother just told her she’d be attending the business mixer with her tomorrow, together with Rosita.

She should be happy, but she couldn’t stop thinking about what’s to come.

And the fact that El Crow and Skylar have the healing ability in common?

Where’s her own healing ability?

Did Skylar steal it?

She wouldn’t push it past that bitch.

And she can’t wait for when the soul bond will flare up again.

Maybe she’d get fucked by El Crow.

And then there’s Bellatrix who needed to be dealt with but Roy has been a piece of shit about it.

She lowered her fingers, and Roy entered. Speak of the devil.

“If you’re not ready to do what I said, leave right n—”

“I’ll do it.” He cut in.

Roselle’s face softened.

“You will?”

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[Training Lab]

Skylar came here right after leaving her suite.

Not like she came to train.

She’d hate to let others see her practicing the moves taught by Marisa. They might steal it.

She only came here to deflect.

She’d tolerate Quincy because Quincy never crossed the line, but his bitchy sister loved crossing the line.

She ticked her off enough to make her come here for an alone time.

And then there’s the stitchmouth who came to flaunt his cock at her face.

The bastard will never not peeve her.

And the stupid eater who never made her cum no matter what.

She sat with a hiss, studying her body tattoo on the lab mirror.

She stared at her own face, admiring for a little while.

Where did she come from?

Mexico? Brazil? Switzerland?

She lost count of how many times she had that rumination.

Today, LOCK UP THE INMATES INCLUDING ME was written on her white cropped top.

Her phone breathed beside her, and she took it to see a text from the blind cleaning woman.

• Eden is settled totally in the Nursery, and the bill has been sent to El Crow. He paid in full.

Skylar dropped the phone.

He’s as rich as his father if not more, so that much money was probably worthless to the bastard.

“Hey!” Bellatrix stepped into the lab with a little wave and smile.

Skylar stood.

“Bellatrix?”

“I checked at the house but they said you were here!” Bellatrix smiled widely, coming closer. “I have a news! You’ll be the first I’ll be telling cos now I see you as my girl.”

“I’m not a girl’s girl.” Skylar cleared with a sour stare. “I’m not someone you’d wanna befriend. In fact—”

“I don’t care!” Bella gushed. “I’m dating El Crow now!”

Skylar paused. “Oh? This is the part where you say it’s a joke.”

“It’s not!” Bellatrix giggled, her happiness overboard. “He’s my boyfriend now. I can’t believe it too!”

“You’re dating the asshole?” Skylar sat back. “You deserve better.”

“But he’s cool! Except for his nasty psychotic habits like chewing fingers and his harsh words and bad temper.” Bellatrix heavily defended.

“I’ll pray to Budda for you.” Skylar scoffed, shaking her head.

Same boyfriend she saw his dick an hour ago? Funny.

“You should come to my dad’s business mixer tommorow. Ma is coming too.” Bellatrix tendered the invite with another smile.

Skylar took it with a little smile.

“Thank you, Bellatrix.”

Bellatrix’s smile widened, and she badly wanted to tell her the truth about Apex blood being rich.

She wanted to tell her about the other truth that there were more than two prehistoric blood types.

That apart from Apex and Null, there was ApexPlus which was even crazier than Apex and Null combined.

But saying that would mean betraying her father.

She didn’t want to.

So she kept quiet.

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[Enigma House – X Point]

The other Enigmas were done with their dinners when Bishop and the guys arrived from the clinic, but they still went for dinner anyways.

Each settled around his meal, and the meal went on in silence at first.

“Why would Blade intentionally lose to Rosita?” Lovato muttered.

“Because he’s stupid,” Bishop said.

“Don’t say that.” Kent glared. “He has been winning all his matches, but this one fail makes him a loser? No.”

“Whatever makes you sleep at night.” Bishop shrugged, eating.

“What’s wrong with you exactly?” Kent queried. “Bishop, you’ve been salty around everyone.You’re the same person who was shouting at Vato at the training lab.”

“Sorry for shouting at Lovato like the idiot that I am.” Bishop said sarcastically, twisting his pasta fork.

“You’re not an idiot!” Lovato flared. “You’re the same person who made me spicy chicken wings and milk that cold night. I know you’re mad at me, and whatever it is, forgive me.”

“I have no right to be mad at you,” Bishop said. “Just eat.”

“But—”

Lovato’s words were cut short when Castle entered the hall.

The halo shifted to him immediately.

“Senior Castle!” She rushed off to him like a die-hard fan.

She forgot Bishop completely, but Bishop didn’t look up. He continued eating, nearly choking himself.

“I’ll be going to get new glasses. These ones are foggy,” Castle informed.

“Let’s go together,” Lovato offered, forgetting her food too.

“Get me condoms on your way back,” Kent winked.

“Idiot.” Castle grinned, taking Lovato away with him.

“Do I look good? You want me to change my skirt? Is it too short?”

Lovato wouldn’t stop asking these questions as they stepped out.

Bishop drank a lot of water and then continued eating like a glutton.

“Dude, easy.” Kent grimaced.

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[Local Clinic]

Blade lay in his bed with open eyes and plastered chin and knees which were already healing, definitely. He looked better than before.

He only needed to heal completely before he’d be allowed out.

Even the windows were closed, and Enigma Armies were around to protect him in his compromised state.

His phone made a buzz for the first time since he got here, and he tilted up to pick it from his side.

A text floated on the screen.

• Get well soon, ok?

He let a smile leak to his lips before he typed back to the person.

He sent the text and lay back in bed.

By the back window, Rosita’s phone bleeped in her hand.

She lifted the screen to read the reply she received…

• Chill. I’m fine as fuck.

Rosita’s lips smiled a bit too before she pocketed the phone.

She slipped away.

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[Next Day – Mixer Hall]

There was no special time. The invites said as soon as the night crawls in, the mixer would start.

At half past six, guests were already arriving in one and twos.

They were mostly powerful CEOs and mighty moguls like Jethro himself. Rein holders in different important sectors in this city. It was already so obvious that the night would be dark.

Red chandeliers glowed like hell’s coals from the high ceilings to the entering guests, and the black rugs created a not-so-different contrast.

It was minimal, but at the same time exuding dark wealth with biting, memorable interior design.

Jethro stood beside the railings that led up to the second floor, his unhinged eyes trained on the ground floor where the mixer would occur.

In few minutes, all the important guests would be here.

“You know why tonight would be a night of history?” Jethro directed the words to the staff behind him.

They stayed quiet with no reply.

Jethro’s gaze turned devilish.

“I invited mortal enemies, divorced couple, enemy bosses, and my business colleagues as watchers. Tonight, Bella will announce her relationship with El Crow. Tonight, this hall will burn down, and I’ll watch Skylar and El Crow escape with their so-called powers. And tonight, they’ll give back what they took from me….Eden.”

“We understand, sir.” The staffs chorused.

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At some minutes to seven, El Crow was still on the road—in his car, driving himself to the mixer.

Arturo left before him, so he’s probably at the mixer already.

He didn’t plan to be the first to get there, reason why he waited this long to start his journey.

His suit was wine color with a black dress-shirt underneath. His sleeves was left unbuttoned, flaunting his chest which had a small crow pendant necklace resting on it.

Bella said her father wanted to make their fake relationship public at the mixer, and El Crow wasn’t against it.

Well… only the two of them know it’s fake. The others think it’s real relationship. He actually can’t wait to arrive and witness the show.

Roselle would be there.

Marisa would be there

And Skylar would be there.

Sounds like a gathering of karma and retributions.

No playing music in the car. He hated music, so he just drove with a matchstick between his mouth.

Dread House promotion banners and posters filled the streets. The rogues made sure to paste it on every house.

They’re even heavily promoting the upcoming first tournament for Dread House already.

“Cunts.” El Crow rolled his brows.

And everything was going fine.

Really going fine till he saw it.

Correction; Her.

He saw her.

Marisa.

She was probably going to the mixer too. Her car drove past him, and her window intentionally slid down.

She wore a plain black dress.

Yes. All of Marisa’s dresses were either plain white or black, but this was turtlenecked and had three blue gemstones on the neckline.

The same dress she wore that night when she cut him.

It was the dress she wore when she climbed her bed with the scissors that windy, cold, stormy night.

All El Crow had to do was see the dress on her, and his head made a straight, maddening noise.

Every other noise in the world disappeared. Replaced by the sound of her scissors blades.

And the sound of her voice…

“You took everything from me!!”

“You…you took everything!!”

El Crow’s hands left the steering. Both hot palms went closed on his ears, trying to block the noise out.

It didn’t work.

Instead, it got worse.

His head groaned under the weight of the nightmare. His tyres screeched, screaming against the tar.

Before he knew it, he collided into a roadside pole, and smokes nearly enveloped the car like a cloud.

But he still came out of the car, looking like a ghost of his prime with pale, sweaty face and shaky hands.

His head was still screaming.

Marisa was still screaming in there.

He pulled his scissors out of his suit pocket, and he grabbed the first person he saw on that road.

A woman who wore black too.

Thinking she was Marisa, he lifted his scissors at her, fast.

“No!!” The woman cried with a desperate struggle, unable to look him in the eye. Both his eyes have red spiderwebs which made her shiver. “No!! No don’t hurt me! I did nothing wrong!! Someone help!!!”

He thrusted the scissors into her arm, and she cried louder, bleeding and giving her blood to the asphalt.

His hand was brutally shaking with the scissors, but it was powerful enough to lift it for the second time.

“Help!!!!!” The woman cried again.

At the same time, Skylar’s motorbike appeared at a distance, driving past the other slice of the road.

Her large earrings dangle when she stopped the bike suddenly, amused by the scene in front of her.

Her intention was to be late to the mixer, and that’s why she was only just going. She had no idea this was gonna happen on the way, and now she needed popcorn for this.

Peak cinema.

This asshole was gonna kill someone again when the first tournament is two weeks away? This was another win for her Team Dread.

No doubt.

“Now is the time!” She said excitedly as if he could hear her. “Stab her again and she’ll die! Do it, asshole!”

El Crow’s muscular arm stayed up, and no doubt that the woman would die if he stabbed her again.

With the new surge of strength he felt, he wanted to.

The colored spiderwebs in his eyes stretched to even the eyeballs.

“Marisa…” His voice filtered out, his gaze on the woman blurring with newly twisted hate.

Skylar’s countenance changed.

Marisa?

Same Marisa? Why the fuck would this asshole think this woman in front of him is Marisa?

“Help!!!!” The woman cried again, holding her blood soaked arm and tearfully struggling.

With howling head, he lowered the scissors, but he couldn’t stab her.

Skylar was already there.

One grip at the woman, she was able to yank her away from him.

The scissors came down on her instead, but she caught it with her palm, holding eyes with him.

He looked manic.

Wait…he always looked manic like he had a unscrewed bolt in his head, but this was much crazier.

“That’s not Marisa, you pussy!”

He slipped his scissors away from her and thrusted forward swiftly, aiming for her throat.

“And I’m not Marisa either!” She snapped strictly.

His hand stopped just before the scissors blades could slit her throat.

With tensive breaths, their eyes hooked again, and his arm shook more, but he never let go of the scissors. He only held it still.

Thick veins stretched on his neck and his eyelids and knuckles.

“Who am I?” Skylar asked to be sure as his scissors went bitingly cold on her throat without penetrating.

One minute ticked. It looked like he wasn’t going to talk. Like he was still deluding and not in his right mind.

But then…his mouth opened….

“Skylar, the Cumslut,”

TBC.