Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 82
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Rosita went straight to Satan’s office, and immediately she peeled the door open and entered, the woman looked up from what she’s staring at…
The unlabelled packs.
“Skylar is seriously injured, mother. She needs care! She needs blood!”
“I heard she showed up looking like she crawled out of hell,” Satan said nonchalantly. “She doesn’t need blood. In case you don’t know, Apex can’t be transfused unless from another Apex or from ApexPlus. None is available now, so she’d just have to rest and her blood will naturally be replenished.”
“Fine, but she needs care! Someone needs to be there for the girl. She’s shaking and bleeding, c’mon! I’m sure Jethro did that to her! And what’s with the fake parents I’m saw? I don’t know who her family are, but those two dumb-looking people definitely can’t be her parents. Is that part of your game to keep her trapped here in New Orleans?” Rosita queried.
Satan dropped the pack she’s staring at and looked up. “Since when did you become an advocate for Skylar Vox? You weren’t even this pained when your sister died Rosita!”
“Cos I don’t care about Roselle!!” Rosita yelled. “If I died before her, Roselle would probably throw a party, so shy would I pretend that her death hurts when it doesn’t?!”
Satan scoffed, standing.
“And last month, you didn’t get transfused during your period. This month is also in the middle already, you still haven’t been transfused, and I know you’re currently on your period cos I saw your dumped trash this morning and your used pad was there! What are you doing?!”
“I have a conscience!” Rosita tapped her own chest. “My heart is still alive, mother, and till next year, I won’t be needing her transfusion. I have a cup of her blood I take a drop from weekly…” She shrugged.
“Are you really sure your conscience is alive?” Midnight entered the office.
Rosita faced him, and the man’s hands went into his coat pockets.
Satan walked out of her own desk.
“You want us to start reminding you what you did to Skylar? I bet she didn’t even know it was you!”
Rosita froze.
“See?” Midnight smiled. “You’re Rosita Osborne, and nothing…can ever drain that away.”
Rosita looked at Satan, then at Midnight. She rushed out of the office, meeting Quincy and Renee outside, but she ran past them.
“Rosita!” Quincy went after her.
“What’s wrong again?” Renee muttered, following. “Someone has to go stay with Skylar! Should I go boil warm water? She was literally shaking with cold!!”
“Quincy!!” She ran faster.
Inside the office, Satan released a sigh together with Midnight.
“My daughter thinks she could play righteous for me. It’s funny.” She smiled emptily.
“Tell me about it.” Midnight smiled too. “Why is Skylar back?”
“I have no idea why she’s back looking like that, but it’s definitely Jethro.” Satan sighed.
She took her phone.
“I’ll give him a ring.”
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[Jethro’s House]
Jethro was finally able to stand after a few long hours on the floor.
It was a really brutal throw which messed with his system deeply. Even as he stood, he was groaning.
“I can’t believe I went down with you!” Inferno complained inside him. “Are you sure you’re really the Maddscientist like you’ve been bragging?” She hissed.
“I should be asking you that question!” Jethro spat. “You’re the powerful entity banned from hell cos you were trying to steal the devil’s throne, but you went down with me because of a simple birthmark glow?”
“I’d assume you’re stupid if you call that birthmark simple,” Inferno said. “That’s a evil-warding, protective birthmark only found in r—”
“I know where it’s found. I know why it’s on her. I don’t need you to tell me that!” Jethro ranted. “I only want to know why it affected you!”
“Because it’s irresistible, you punk!” Inferno said. “And I lost an eye. Of course my powers are limited!”
“You’re a waste.” Jethro hissed and rushed out of the Pit.
Agatha still stayed grounded. Though, her bleeding has stopped.
She kept herself together.
Jethro walked straight to the door of his sacred lab, and with a single impatient push, he opened it.
Lights flashed on immediately.
Shadow-like, obscuring blue-red lights on every table, every bench, every workstation and walls and even lights from the floor.
It looked like a dinosaur just stirred awake, and his eyes shone with thrilling satisfaction when he saw everything was still working well.
No damages from years of abandonment.
The lab houses rare hand-built scientific equipments by a side, then never-seen magical equipments by the other side. Most of the magical tools weren’t lying on their desk.
They floated, glowed, rolled, tumbled, all in the air… like even the table was afraid to hold them down.
A skull floated.
A blood in a jar floated.
Trapped animals in glass floated.
Cut human hair floated.
And rare, black plants.
By the scientific part, the equipments and machines has no specific names as Jethro created them by himself.
But noticeably, there are many petri dishes, covered by huge glass houses, and inside the glass houses, there are kids. Babies…. Children.
They were the Apexes he was working on before his stolen ApexPlus made him shut the lab.
Seeing the Apex babies are still growing made him grin, throwing his head back and praising himself.
Then…on another side, stood a transparent refrigerator which has an uncountable number of glass containers. Inside the containers, there are male semen…sperm.
Ones he collected yearly.
To create his Apexes, of course he needs male semen to fertilize the egg scientifically before magically inserting the Apex curse, so his staffs always went from hotels to houses, collecting used condoms from trashcan for his use.
He turned away from the freezer and faced a covered machine in front of him. The hatcher.
The machine he created just for his ApexPlus project.
He’s not going to open it anymore unless he catches him.
And that’s why he’s here.
He touched the covered machine and shut his eyes, trying to find out El Crow’s location since the machine has his creation aura.
But that was when Bellatrix barged inside, screaming when she saw what was going on and the settings.
“Don’t pass out again, bambolina. I’ll really get mad at you.” He opened his eyes to face her.
“Babies!” She pointed terrifically at the glass enclosed petri dishes…. Shaking. “Babies… they’re babies!!!!
“I didn’t steal babies from anyone. I manufacture them here, and that’s why no one has the right to take them away!” Jethro claimed diabolically.
“Where’s El?” She asked slowly, saliva going scarce in her trembling throat. “Where’s Skylar? What did you do to the two of them!!!?”
“You shot Skylar, remember?” Jethro blinked intentionally.
“You held my hand, forced my finger under the trigger!!” She yelled.
Jethro covered his ears.
“You’re too loud, Bella. I’m really, really trying to not get mad. You know what happens when I get mad…” He faced the machine, looking up. “Skylar was saved by her birthmark, but I feel like letting her go out there will draw El Crow out quicker…” He sighed.
Bellatrix swallowed, crying, nodding, looking around, trembling again.
“You’re really…the Maddscientist.”
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