Wicked God - S01 E37

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Wicked God - S01 E37

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 37

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The room fell silent.

No one changed spots. All eyes were on father and son.

The burning piano fire was starting to go low, dimming slowly.

And in the midst of all of these, Skylar’s mind echoed Arturo’s sentence repeatedly.

HIS WRISTS GOT EASILY IRRITATED BY BANDS.

But El Crow wore handcuffs with her at the music shop for seven hours.

Her eyes went to his left wrist, and that was when she noticed.

That wrist had a round swell around it. A obvious, reddish, painful-looking swell which still looked fresh.

If he got it from the cuffs at the music shop, and it still hasn’t healed, does that mean they lost their healing abilities at the music shop?

Maybe they just didn’t notice.

The notice only came when they didn’t heal after the fight.

Inferno is a dumbass entity.

She dropped the chair she was holding, her eyes refusing to leave the swell around his wrist.

The silence in the room got worse when even the cops refused to move. They looked like they were waiting for Marisa’s orders.

Marisa released herself from the cop holding her and grabbed the arrow poking out of her chest.

With one pull, she got it out. A little drop of her blood followed it out, dripping to the floor.

“Ma!” The cops panicked.

“I’m fine.” She nodded, looking as pitiful as she could as she moved forward a bit, smiling innocently.

“No matter how much he’s trying to ruin me, he’s still my son—flesh and blood. I don’t wanna get him arrested.”

“Why did you choose fighting career, Marisa?” Arturo talked. “You’d have excelled more if you went into Hollywood. Look at your potentials.”

El Crow’s lips bent into that bemused smirk again. The ludicrousness of this witchy woman.

“Ma!” The cops seemed to be in disagreement with her verdict. “We watched everything, saw everything on cameras! We had to speed up on our drive here just so we could arrive before he’d kill you!…

“He didn’t only arrow you. He slapped you severally, hit you with the belt, tied you down, burnt the piano and your closet upstairs. He knocked your stewards out too and even hurt the young lady here!”

“I’m not that easy to hurt.” Skylar faced the cops. “I’m not hurt. Remove me from that godawful list.”

El Crow nearly hissed.

Marisa smiled innocently again. “My word is supposed to be final here, isn’t it? I don’t want a case. I’m the one at fault for not detecting my son’s psychopathia when he was young, and now he’s worse.”

She covered her face with a palm, crying emotionally again.

The blood from her arrow wound has spread so much on her dress.

She looked pale, sickly like she’d pass out anytime soon.

She really went down suddenly. The cops had to hold on to her.

“Ma! You need to visit the hospital!”

“I’m really fine…” She gulped weakly. “I’ll take care of myself.”

“I can’t stand you, for life,” El Crow said and went for the exit door.

Arturo said nothing more. He followed his son.

Skylar’s eyes followed them. She wanted to look at El Crow’s swollen wrist again, but her eyes caught his back. It’s all bloody.

His white shirt is bloody in a circle from his large back wound.

It’s definitely not healing.

She cursed Inferno inwardly, nearly chewing out her own tongue.

“The fire upstairs!” Marisa suddenly remembered with wide eyes. “The fire in my closet!”

The cops sprung to action, rushing upstairs to take care of it.

Marisa remained on the floor, looking powerless as she held her shoulder in her palm.

She didn’t look up.

She didn’t say a thing to Skylar who remained in the room with her.

But Skylar moved. She covered the distance between them.

“You’re the world best female fighter who hates your son so much. But still, you stayed still till he thrashed you like this,” she whispered.

Marisa looked up.

“With the level of hate you have for him, and the rage you have against him for ruining your banquet, you’d have tackled him when he came here to attack you. You’d have went power for power with him, but you didn’t do that. You let him beat you, knowing the cameras were watching. You didn’t even have to call the cops before they showed up. You had everything planned out, right?”

“Don’t talk about what you know nothing about, Skylar.” Marisa breathed heavily.

Skylar let a scoff out.

“Yeah I know nothing, but I have my head on my neck!” She pointed at her head. “And I have a brain inside there that thinks 24/7!”

“Skylar!” Marisa groaned.

“You’re the same person who didn’t fufil your promise to me. Instead, you want me to get married.” Skylar rested her elbows on her knees. “You’re still the great Marisa. The powerful Marisa. The mighty Marisa, but you’ll never be the Marisa I respect anymore. You disappointed me, and I hate disappointments.”

“No…” Marisa grabbed her wrist, but Skylar yanked her off fast.

She got up from her squat, and Marisa grabbed her ankle very tight.

Skylar looked down at her with bloodshot eyes.

“You’ll never be able to find your family without me, Skylar. And weather you like it or not, you’ll forever be my Tall Doll.”

“No. I’ll be your Tall Regret.” Skylar tore her ankle away from her grip.

She walked out of the house.

“Skylar!!!!!!!!!!!!” Marisa’s crazy scream followed her out.

“Tall Doll….” Marisa breathed.

“Tall Doll…”

“You aren’t meant to ever leave me!!”

“You’re my mini me!!! Mine!!!”

“Ma!” The female steward rushed into the piano room suddenly. “Ma!”

She actually woke up when Skylar was leaving the house, and she rushed here immediately.

She helped Marisa sit up.

“Tall Doll….” Marisa continued chanting obsessively. “You aren’t meant to ever leave my side. You shouldn’t leave me!!!!!!”

“Ma!” The male steward rushed in too after waking up.

His face was still bleeding from El Crow’s blow.

“She doesn’t know her place is here with me!!” Marisa laughed, getting up by herself and leaning on the wall. “She doesn’t know! She doesn’t know! She doesn’t fucking know!!!”

“Ma! We have to get you treated. Like very much,” The female steward said—almost like a plea.

“She!” Marisa punched the wall.

“Doesn’t!” She punched again.

“Know!!!” She slammed her own forehead on that wall madly, grinning as blood flooded her face.

“Ma!!” The stewards yelled.

—

El Crow drove away from the manor before his father.

He was driving too fast and Arturo had to start chasing him on the road, trying to catch up and talk.

But El Crow driving unrivalled.

He learnt driving when he was learning hunting, fighting, horse riding, camping, and one other secret hobby of his.

And whatever El Crow learns, sticks with him forever, so it was hard trying to catch up with him.

He was only able to double-cross him when he slowed down.

El Crow nearly rammed into his father’s car, but he sharply stepped on the taxi brakes, halting.

Arturo came out of his own car and rushed to open the taxi. He climbed inside with El Crow.

“I have just one request,” he said. “Go treat yourself. Look at your bleeding back and facial cuts! It’s like that healing ability of yours is gone so you have to go treat yourself, now!”

“I’m not stepping that clinic again, but I’ll get myself treated one way or the other.” El Crow looked at him.

Arturo’s eyes went to his swollen wrist immediately.

He frowned.

“What happened to your wrist? I’m sure you didn’t get that wound from yesterday’s match. Did you stubbornly wear a wristwatch?”

“I’m not telling you how I got this swell, father.” El Crow inhaled.

Arturo nodded. “Yeah, of course. I’m still that punk-ass father who failed to take care of your mother’s brain issue till she traumatized you. You have every right to hate me.”

“Who’s talking about hate?” El Crow hissed. “Don’t be dramatic. What do you really want?”

Arturo brought out his phone.

“She set cameras on purpose cos she’s aware you’d come, and it happened. Now, our team is at risk, cos the footage of you beating her up and burning her things are in every strong forum against us.”

He showed El Crow his phone screen, and truly, the underground forum is full of the rogues calling for the cancellation of Team Enigma.

They’re even signing a petition for the cancellation of Team Enigma, and the petition has more than five hundred signatures already.

“Smart of her. Very smart.” El Crow looked away from the phone.

“It’s exactly what she wants, but don’t you worry, I’ll handle this,” Arturo promised.

“WE will handle it.” El Crow faced him with a scowl. “Don’t you dare leave me out of the process.”

Arturo smiled.

“Of course I won’t, but….”

“What again?” El Crow grumbled.

“I’m sure you’ve been getting the business calls and messages too. Same here, cos they’ve been blowing up my phone with calls and mails. And you know what that means.” Arturo gave him a stare.

“We’re flying soon?” El Crow’s eyes went fixed on his swollen wrist.

“As a matter of fact, we should fly tomorrow or the day after. It has to be snappy.” Arturo explained.

“Great.” El Crow nodded.

“And that’s why you have to get yourself treated and get your body in good shape at least before we fly,” Arturo instructed.

“Yes, we’re flying tommorow. Yes, we’ll handle Marisa’s mess together. Yes, I’ll get myself treated. Now, can you leave? I’m going to go see Eden.” El Crow woke the taxi engines.

“Who’s Eden?” Arturo asked curiously.

“I’m not telling you.” El Crow sighed.

“I forgot you never tell me anything.” Arturo smiled as he got down from the brand new taxi

Poor taxi driver. He must have got this taxi newly before his son hijacked it from him.

“And make sure you call Bellatrix! She was with you throughout last night at the clinic!” He shouted.

El Crow drove off, and Arturo got back in his own car.

—

[Jethro’s House]

Satan brought Midnight with herself to see Jethro this time.

As they both sat at the living room, awaiting Jethro’s appearance, Midnight wouldn’t stop looking around the house, intrigued by the designs and interior vibe.

A tall pair of elephant musk sat inside a utilarian glass by the wall of the room. The couches were designed with snake prints which looked like it was gotten from live vipers.

Even the floor marbles had prints of several terrestrial animals.

“If his late wife designed this place like you said, then the late wife must be a descendant of the current Queen of Britain. She has a knack for animalistic designs like this,” Midnight said after a while.

Satan didn’t even answer. Her mind stayed on what she came for.

Jethro finally emerged in his usual statuesque manner, one hand pocketed and the other wearing his glasses as he took his seat..

“Why aren’t they drinking coffee?” He queried his staffs.

“They rejected coffee, sir.”

“Is that so?” Jethro gave Satan a look.

“You promised to make it possible for my team to participate in the world championship league if we killed anyone from Team Enigma during the matches, but we didn’t, cos Team Enigma might have lost, but they were strong enough to shield themselves from our team’s tricks,” Satan elaborated.

“And?” Jethro relaxed.

“But we won,” Satan continued. “We won this first tournament, and if we win the second one, that automatically gives us ticket to the world’s championship league.”

“You know you can even win all local tournament in this world and still not be eligible for the world’s championship cos I am the biggest sponsor of your team, and I call the shots for every step,” Jethro said. “Don’t try to teach me what I want, Satan. It’ll end very bad.”

“Why do you very badly want our team to kill someone from Team Enigma?” Midnight asked.

Jethro stared emptily into space as if deep in thoughts, then he nodded.

“214.”

“What’s 214?” Satan asked.

“The number of dogs I’ve drugged and watched their fights till death in my silent room. Sorry it took a while to count.” Jethro smiled devilishly.

“I love watching people tear each other apart as much as I love watching dogs tear each other apart. Yeah, your matches are crazily interesting, but they’re getting boring with no casualties. I don’t want medics wheeling out unconscious bodies from the ring! Let them wheel out dead fucking bodies!”

“You’re like this, and people call me wicked.” Satan laughed.

“I think the person we want dead the most in Team Enigma is none other than El Crow for what he did to Satan’s son,” Midnight said.

“No one touches El Crow till I say so.” Jethro’s eyes froze. “My daughter is getting married to him. At least, she should get to enjoy his body for few weeks, and I should be able to explore his strange powers. Also, I should get his father’s business out of him, then he’s all yours to kill.”

“When do you plan on getting him married to Bellatrix?” Satan asked.

“I wanna finalize my marriage with Skylar first,” Jethro said.

“What are you still waiting for?” Midnight wondered loudly. “She’s all yours. Skylar has always been yours.”

“I know, but an obstacle needs to be removed first. I hate threats.” Jethro’s dark eyes went straight to the floor where Marisa cracked the marble.

….

When Satan and Midnight later left the house, Jethro snapped his fingers.

A staff rushed over.

“Call Marisa’s Manor. I need to ask that wench the progress with Skylar.” Jethro instructed.

The staff hadn’t even replied when five staffs poured in with Bellatrix.

She looked freaked out, and they looked out of breaths too.

“We were attacked, sir,” the staffs reported. “Someone tried to take Young Miss down. Two of our men went down and are at the clinic.”

Bellatrix went to her father, and Jethro cradled her face in his palms, seriously locking eyes with her.

“Tell me you didn’t get a scratch.”

“I didn’t get hurt,” she whispered.

Jethro nodded, smiling like his best food had just been brought.

“We went after the bike, but it luckily escaped. We didn’t stress further cos it’s clearly someone known by Young Miss.” They reported again.

Jethro faced Bellatrix again.

“C’mon, bambolina. Who was it?”

Bellatrix swallowed.

—

[A Grill]

Roselle looked terribly impatient as she stepped inside, swatting her eyes around the four corners.

The smell of beef and pork and beer hit her firsthand, but she was to occupied to even absorb.

She didn’t find the face she wanted in the crowd, so she got her phone out to make the call, but the phone was snatched from her.

Looking up, she saw him.

Roy stood there with her phone.

“Where were you!?” She snapped, taking her phone back.

“At the back of the grill. I’ve been watching you.” He smiled, flipping his lighter habitually.

“Tell me it’s done!” She rushed.

Roy took her hand and led her to the backyard of the grill where the bike was parked with the helmet on top.

“Skylar’s bike?” Roselle frowned.

“No. But it’s exactly the same model and design. This is what I’ve been preparing that took long. I had to make sure it was exactly same.”

“So?” Roselle frowned deeper.

“I attacked Bellatrix using this bike, and now they’ll think it was Skylar’s doing!” Roy announced.

Roselle’s face lit up.

“OMG! Roy!” She jumped. “You’re even better than I think! There’s nothing more soothing than hearing that Skylar has been framed for Bellatrix’s murder!”

“Bellatrix didn’t die,” Roy said slowly.

Roselle’s smile fell off. “What!”

“Yes, and I don’t think it’ll be possible with her rock-like guards who’re always on standby. I took down two of them but they still guarded her and chased me like crazy.”

“You daft thing!” Roselle’s palm smacked his chest. “You couldn’t do that simple job? You couldn’t!!”

She took the helmet and threw it at him, hitting his chest before storming away from the backyard.

“Rose!!” Roy ran after her.

—

[Marisa’s Manor]

Marisa refused hospital, as usual. Home treatment was the choice.

The stewards had to invite her doctor home to take care of her. It’s been an hour now since the doctor left.

Marisa’s eyes opened in bed, and the female steward inched closer fast.

“Ma!” She took her hand. “Ma, do you feel better now?”

“I’m not sick. Stop acting like I am,” Marisa responded palely.

“You went that far to make people hate him?” The steward scolded. “You intentionally let him beat you that much to set him up?”

Marisa tried to sit up, and the steward quickly helped her. She supported her back with a pillow.

“He was getting too comfortable lying on me. He has to feel what it’s like to be hated by everyone.”

The steward nodded.

“Good. I can’t wait for our attack to Enigma House too. They’ll learn.”

“Where’s your partner?” Marisa asked, referring to the male steward.

“He’s busy cleaning and calling the repairers to mend your burnt closet and piano room. The musical house will bring another piano before dusk,” The female explained.

“That was the second piano he destroyed in this house.”

“He’ll pay for everything. I trust you.” The female smiled dedicatedly. “By the way, what about your Tall Doll?”

Marisa’s eyes shot forward.

“When a metal refuses to bend for the handler, what happens?”

“The metal will have to enter the furnace, Ma,” the female responded.

“Exactly,” Marisa muttered.

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