Wicked God - S01 E53

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 53

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El Crow met Bellatrix asleep in the car when he came back.

He was gone for exactly one hour, so it’s understandable she slept off while waiting for him. Poor thing.

Her phone had slipped from her fingers to the car floor. The screen was still on though, and he saw her call log. She dialled him twenty times before she fell asleep.

He intentionally silenced his phone in the car drawer, that’s why she didn’t hear it ringing.

He slid in the car with her and his presence immediately woke her.

She rubbed her eyes sleepily.

“Baby… You’re back?” She yawned sleepily. “Why did it take so long? You didn’t find a repairer? You didn’t even pick your calls, and I got so scared I had to hide my face on the steering till I slept off without knowing.”

El Crow opened the drawer, taking out his silent phone. “I forgot it.”

“Oh…” She dropped her hand from her eyes. “Wait….why are you drenched with water?”

“One of the locals was throwing water out of her lavatory when I crossed her house. I unluckily got wet with it,” he lied smoothly.

“Geez.” She ran her eyes through him. “I don’t want anything to ruin this sweet night for us.”

She wanted to take her jacket off for him, but he stopped her. “Don’t be silly. It won’t fit into my body. You’re small.”

“But you must be cold.” She pouted cutely.

“Calm down.” He sighed.

“And your jaw!” She touched it. “There’s a cut on your jaw!”

It’s the cut from the cumslut’s punch on the boat earlier.

“I mistakenly scratched my jaw with my ring,” he lied again.

“I’ll disinfect it for you at home. I hate seeing bruises on your handsome face.” She kissed the bruise deeply.

El Crow started the car—it’s his own car they brought cos he had refused to drive with her in her own car. He values his car with the glittering EL CROW nameplate too much.

Unsurprisingly, the car started easily.

Not like anything happened to the car.

He just pretended it was faulty earlier to have a leaving excuse.

“Oh my God it started!” She gasped, eyes shinning with childlike happiness. “I can’t believe it actually started, baby. So you went in search of repairers in vain!”

“It’s nothing.” He faced her, his hand still on the steering. “Anything for my wife’s sake at all.”

She smiled sweetly, inching up and targeting his lips for a kiss, but he was fast to turn his cheek.

She kissed the cheek and also kissed his fingers wrapped around the steering. “Do you know you have a small round face?” She whispered.

“I do?” He blinked, uninterested. His mouth still tastes like that bitch he left unconscious by the riverside.

“Yeah.” she nodded. “And it just adds to your handsomeness. Also, the lip piercing and brow piercing too…. I’m in love with them… and you…”

He looked at her, and she kissed his cheek again, slower. “I badly want to be inside your skin.”

She inhaled him too, taking in as much scent as she could.

She rested her head on his arm as she drove down the dark road.

El Crow wasn’t even perceiving her anymore. He inhaled much of that cumslut’s scent at the river, enough to fill his nose till tommorow.

The picture of her squirting, sickly-wet p+ssy filled his head.

He licked his lips again.

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[Marisa’s Manor]

Piano sounds seemed like it went in holiday today. No sign of Marisa in the piano room, the living room or her private fighting ring, but in her archery room, she stood.

Wearing nothing but her bra and black panty, she held her generational arrow and bow.

Her hair was tied into buss down braids.

She stared intently at the really small dartboard at the distance. Her stewards stood behind her, both carrying bowls of bows with excited smiles on their faces.

They love watching Marisa’s archery sessions.

Marisa’s eyes went to the arrow she held. Her blood was still on it—blood from her body when El Crow shot her with this same arrow.

It’s dry, but still there.

She had a little flashback to when he shot her with it and exhaled.

“Not only did he destroy two pianos here, but he also touched this arrow—my sacred arrow. Before whatever is inside him takes over him, I have to get him killed together with Arturo himself. They have to sink.”

“And they’ll sink!” The female steward laughed behind. “You have everything planned out, Ma.”

“And when I remember it was this same bow I used to shoot the rogues who tried to attack my Tall Doll when she was locked in the Cage of Shame, I get butterflies in my tummy.” Marisa smiled dryly like a witch.

“Making her marry Jethro is only the first part of your plan, isn’t it?” The male steward said. “I can’t wait for the incoming parts.”

You know what?” Marisa’s dry smile extended thickly. “I can’t wait too!”

She set the arrow in the bow and released it without practice.

The arrow lodged itself inside the bullseye without an inch miss.

It was a perfect shot.

The stewards dropped their bow bowls and clapped loudly.

“Your shots are always as perfect as you, Ma,” the female steward said.

Marisa faced them, her expression imposing.

“Let them in,” she ordered.

The male steward rushed over to the door and threw it open.

Fifty men came in. Fifty men who looked like they were dragged through the ashes of hell before they got to this place.

They had dyed blue hair.

Tall. Animalistic. Brutally built.

Marisa rounded all of them, accessing them with her eyes and making double checks.

“Tell me y’all are ready,” she said after rounding the last one.

“When are we storming, Ma?” One that looked like their captain asked.

“Tommorow night, unfailingly.” Marisa released a scoff. “Rnter Enigma House and ruin it to the grouds. When the day breaks, the only thing I want to see in the news is dead bodies of Enigmas plus Arturo and El Crow himself.”

“Disappointment is far from this mission. Rest assured,” they said.

“Disappointment better be really far from it.” Marisa faced the stewards. “They probably thought I forgot about the ruined banquet.”

“They have no idea that you never forget. You only marinate punishments.” The female steward talked like a right-hand woman.

“They’re professional fighters, so most of them don’t know how to handle a gun. That’s a bonus, but El Crow and Arturo handle guns. One of you will only have to wear this dress and pretend to be me.” She pointed the gemmed dress to the captain.

He took it.

“El Crow’s only weakness is that dress. Once he sees it, he loses his balance. Once he loses his balance, Arturo loses his balance too, and once Arturo does, the whole team loses balance too,” she explained.

That was her last sentence to them before they left the room.

The door closed after them, and Marisa snapped her fingers.

The male steward opened another door in that room. Inside that room, two people sat with piles of documents in front of them.

A man and a woman.

“I believe I’ve given you both enough acting classes and by now you should be able to act right.” Marisa stopped in from of their co-desk.

“You’ve been feeding us for months now. Look at me.” The man touched his cheek. “I grew fleshier and better, and I even grew a potbelly like some rich men.” He rubbed his belly. “Whatever you ask, it’s done.”

Marisa smiled and faced the woman.

“Ma, you know I’ll do anything for a dollar note, but you gave me more than a million, and you changed my life. Of course I’ll do anything,” the woman said greedily.

“Good.” Marisa’s chin went up. “Then, when you meet Skylar as her fake parents for the first time, how would you both react?” She blinked.

The woman exchanged glances with the man, and at the same time, they bursted into tears.

“My baby…I’m sorry i left you… it’s not my fault Satan stole you away from us when i just birthed you….” The woman cried more.

“I’m your father, Skylar…. immediately your mother birthed you in the hospital and we named you Skylar, Satan stormed the hospital to take you awayyyy…” The man cried so good.

Marisa’s smile widened.

“This is some A-1 acting.”

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