Wicked God - S01 E90

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 90

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[Acheron Family Clinic]

“No hope? For real?” Arturo asked the head doctor who had a pitiful look on his helpless face.

“We tried all we could already, Mr. Acheron. I won’t make fake promises to you. You brought me here to work for you, and I’ve been diligent. There’s still no hope. You should prepare for the worse about Blade.”

Arturo swallowed, facing Castle who stood behind him.

Castle’s fists were folded so tight it could break if folded further.

The doctor left them, and Arturo leaned on the wall.

“Blade is just an orphan, Castle. He’s just an orphan…”

“This isn’t the time for you to lose yourself, sir,” Castle said, touching Arturo’s arm. “I’m pained about Blade’s condition too, but the voting is ongoing. We have to make sure we win this vote so Blade’s sacrifice won’t be in vain at least.”

“You know what?” Arturo sighed. “You’re right. How many votes do we have now?” He asked, walking down the silent hallway already.

“Votings started three minutes ago, and we’re already in one thousand five hundred, sir,” Castle reported.

Arturo nodded, impressed, then he dialled El Crow’s line.

“This punk hasn’t been picking my calls since he left with that bloodbank girl last night…” He muttered as the line rang.

El Crow didn’t pick.

Arturo redialed, entering another hallway with Castle behind him.

Meanwhile…

Lovato made sure her bucket hat was drawn low over her face before she came down from her mini Cooper at the spacious clinic park. She wore black shades too and male clothes, completing her disguise.

She was able to sneak out of Enigma House without attracting suspicions cos everyone’s focused on the ongoing voting.

Luckily for her, she was able to drive here without traffic too.

She sneaked into the clinic, trusting her disguise. The nurses were busy with an emergency at the reception, so she sneaked in completely.

All luck seemed to be on her side today as she located the private ward faster than she planned.

She slipped inside, meeting Blade in bed, connected to different machines she doesn’t know their names. Different wires, tubes and pipes she has no idea what they mean.

His whole face and head is still wrapped completely with the bandages, and she doesn’t even know if he’s still alive or not.

But the monitor is beeping faintly. That might mean he’s still alive.

She stayed away from the bed though, trying to hold back tears as she stared at his condition.

She removed her shades.

“I can’t believe I told your secret to Senior Castle only because he kissed me…” She sniffled, wiping her tears with the back of her hand. “I can’t believe I actually betrayed you… and now it doesn’t seem like I’ll be able to apologize cos you don’t look like you’re going to make it…”

“What the hell!” A doctor came inside suddenly, shocked.

“This is a private, sterile area! You can’t come in without medical mask and gloves and cap and gown! The patient is in a critical state and can easily be infected! Who are you?!”

Lovato quickly wore her shades back, rushing out.

She ran across the large private hall till she knocked herself on the door, getting out and running into a familiar face outside.

Bishop.

And immediately their eyes met, Bishop turned the other way.

“Bishop!” She went after him desperately, holding him back by the left arm. “Bishop!”

“What!?” He broke free.

“Bishop, I’m so sorry…” She cried loudly. “I’m so sorry!!! I didn’t know, I was stupid! Trust me, Senior Castle tricked me! I was the foolish one for falling for his plans! And I was more foolish for doing all that to you despite your kindness to me!!”

“You’re in a hospital.” He glared. “You should tone your voice down.”

“I’m guilty, and I’m begging now, Bishop. I’m a fool…”

She fell on her knees, rubbing her palms up to him.

“Are you crazy?” Bishop squatted in front of her, and she instantly held his shoulders tight.

“I’m so sorry, Bishop. Please forgive my foolishness… please… please…

Svetlana appeared in that hall from the corner door, but seeing what’s going on, she quickly snuck back in before she’d be noticed by either.

“Why the hell is he even there listening to her fake pleas?” She scoffed, backing the wall.

She remained there, trying to eavesdrop on their conversations, but that was when her phone rang.

She pulled it out and saw a unsaved line, but it’s definitely UK.

She swiped green, waiting.

“Hey, bitter pill,” a recognized tush voice said after a sec.

Svetlana face twisted.

“Charlotte? You had to use a different number entirely to call? How lower and lower will you keep going?”

“You wouldn’t pick if I used my line,” Princess Charlotte’s rich, royalty-rubbed voice came through. “I’m landing in New Orleans in two days. My mother probably told you all about it already.”

“Why are you calling to give me that unneeded news?” Svetlana sneered like she could see her.

“Cos I wanted to inconvenience you,” Princess Charlotte said smugly. “You left palace and went to New Orleans because I was inconveniencing you, right? Well, I’m landing right on your face in two days…How do you feel?”

“The fact that you’re not even a real Princess is the most amusing part in all of this.” Svetlana laughed. “If the real Princess didn’t die after birth, and the King didn’t lose his ability to reproduce as a result of grief, there’d be no reason for you to get adopted and be made a fuckin Princess!”

“Well, adopted or not, I’m still a Princess,” Princess Charlotte chuckled. “The most loved Princess in the world at that. My name is on every royal board! I’m the most sought-after model in the world too and no one steps the grounds I walk on! No one dares to walk runways with me! I’m down to earth, considerate, beautiful, and kind! And you? You’re just the daughter of the King’s younger brother!…”

Svetlana ended the call, slamming her fist right into the wall.

She tried to calm down. To make her anger stay on the brims and not overflow, but she failed.

She drove her fist in the wall again.

“Geez… Can the dead Princess just come alive somehow? I hate, hate, hate Charlotte! I hate her!!”

“Svetlana?” Kent appeared in the hallway, making her turn.

“Kent?”

“You’re not following the votes? Team Dread is leading with fine hundred votes!” He announced.

Svetlana’s eyes popped.

“What!!!?”

—

[Aftermoor]

Inferno never stood from her throne since she returned from the world where El Crow sent him away.

She has been sitting still, her propped knuckles pushed against her head as she stared right into space.

“I can’t believe Jethro created something he has no control over,” she muttered. “The most powerful entity? Does that mean he’s powerful than Devil who’s the master of all entities?” She tilted slightly.

“Didn’t you say Jethro is working towards regaining control over him?” The voice of the prisoner came from the Damned Soul room.

“How many weeks or months or even years do I have to wait!!?” Inferno got up angrily. “He ordered me! I have never been ordered by anyone before except the Devil! Even Devil knows there are limits to his orders to me cos I was his best aide!..”

“That’s…crazy..” the prisoner said.

“He entered my mind and took the deal-breaking chant! He forced me to say it! I’ve never felt that much power before all my life, not even from the Devil!!” Inferno yelled again. “Now it’s certain he did this to my right eye! He probably wiped my memory of it, and that’s another laughable thing…” She blinked.

“Wiped my memories? How did the powers get so broad?”

“Maybe if you let me out of this room and I work with you, we can figure something out faster,” the prisoner suggested craftily.

“Shut up. You’re not coming out till I decide it’s time to use you,” Inferno muttered, staying still.

“You promise-breaking oldie!!” The prisoner yelled. “It’s been years!! Years!! Years in here!! You even changed my face!! What exactly are you planning to do with me?”

Inferno stayed silent.

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[Dread House]

“Five-thousand, seven hundred and fifty-five!!!”

“Five thousand, seven hundred and seventy!!!”

Conjoined voices of Dreads rose over the building as they read the vote together on the platform.

It kept rising by the seconds.
Enigmas votes rose too, but just not like the Dreads. Dreads led the poll.

Roy stayed in his corner, reading the votes alone while flipping that lighter with him. No expression.

But the others read in a cluster, led by the Adams siblings.

They were laughing as they read the constant increase, already celebrating their sure winning.

—

[Jethro’s House]

Jethro entered the lab early this morning like Bellatrix noticed.

He spent so long inside before coming out.

She watched the minutes, and he didn’t come out till an hour later.

Also, when he came out, he was smiling strangely.

Bellatrix quickly hid by the hall pillar as he walked past.

She waited till he was out the door before she tiptoed out too.

Getting back out, she nearly collided with Agatha by the door.

“What the…” She held her chest.

“Spying on your father?” Agatha said as blankly as usual.

“I was just… curious about what his next move is,” Bellatrix said.

“You’ve choose him over friendship or love, then you can’t betray him now. He’s all yours,” Agatha said.

“No!” Bellatrix gasped. “I never choose him over Skylar or El! Is it so bad to want all three at once?”

“I heard he entered the ring with Skylar, and that’s how he sustained his head injury,” Agatha said. “When they were fighting, who were you hoping to win? Skylar or him?”

Bellatrix went silent.

“That’s what I thought,” Agatha continued. “And the other time when El Crow tried to save the kids, you tasered me and tried to taser him too, all to stop him from saving the kids. Why? Cos you love your father and you’re not against his business.”

“I don’t support child trafficking!” Bellatrix argued immediately.

Agatha sighed.

Bellatrix held the woman’s elbows, looking at her helplessly.

“I love El genuinely, believe me. And I want to be loved by him too.”

“Your father created him and made him his ancient bloodline superior, Bellatrix,” Agatha said. “He wouldn’t want anything to do with you.”

“But he took me on a drive! He bought me hangover soup! He carried me from the bathroom to bedroom! We had sex…” Bellatrix read everything one by one. “He definitely loves me, Agatha.”

Agatha gave up completely and just walked away.

“Agatha!” Bellatrix followed her. “Agatha! Wait…stop! Agatha!”

°°

When Jethro got back to his study, Marisa was on seat with her stewards standing protectively behind her.

“Your stewards are ugly. You should choose based on beauty next time.” Jethro made faces. “What eyesores.”

“What’s Arturo’s secret business?” Marisa asked, eyes giving nothing away as she leaned forward.

“It’s not about Skylar today?” Jethro queried. “She’s either El Crow right now, yunno?” He grinned.

“I’ll handle Skylar’s case myself,” Marisa glowered. “I’m talking about the reason I collaborated with you in the first place… Arturo’s business!”

“I’ve sent spies to stay in hindsight around Arturo 24/7,” Jethro said.

“Spies?” Marisa scoffed. “With the power inside of El Crow, he’d probably smell spies from miles away!” She spat, unimpressed.

“That’s why I sent spies around Arturo, not El Crow!” Arturo snapped, taking a breath.

Marisa glared.

—

[Camping truck]

The crystal-clear morning clouds slithered in through the slightly open window like a mischievous shadow, brushing Skylar’s face in bed.

She stirred, trying to change position, but she didn’t survive the brain jolt that it’s daybreak.

She should be awake by now.

She opened her eyes, adjusting her loose shirt on her shoulder.

She had changed from the hoodie to this one last night after their second round of sex on this bed.

She adjusted the shoulder again, and when it kept falling, she made it off one shoulder and stood.

It barely covered her arse, but she liked it. She slowly pushed her hair away from her face.

If it was before, she’d be dreaming of getting a haircut now. She hated long hair, but now with this little freedom she has, she wants to explore a new part of herself and try new things.

Part of it is long hair.

She brushed her hair with her fingers as she wore one of his slippers and left the truck.

As expected, she met him outside. He stood by the fire he made last night, dusting his hunting gun.

He’s shirtless again, and his tattoos greeted her first, especially the gun tattoo on his neck, and the bullets tattoos scattered around other tattoos mapping his contracting big back.

She leaned on the truck door, watching him blankly, but her throat was drying up. It got worse when she saw the tearing her nails did to his back last night. The scratches were so deep and obviously red all-over him.

The reminiscing of the two rounds they went last night made her toes fold inside the slippers she wore.

He looked up, and she was greeted by the beauty of his new eyes again.

“Had fun watching me?” He talked with a little brow lift.

Of course he knew she was watching.

She climbed down to him, folding her arms on her chest. “Had fun waking without waking me too?”

“Didn’t want to wake you cos you were obviously enjoying the sleep.” He shrugged, dropping his gun.

He reached for her face and stroked her full brows to the side.

“What time is it?” She asked.

“11am,” he responded.

“Fûck!” She explained. “I’ve never slept this long before.”

“No Satan to lock you up for oversleeping. You should sleep all you want here, Falena.” He dropped his hand from her brow.

“I don’t want to go back to the team for as long as possible. I want to stay here, and have peace,” she said.

“Do that.” He slipped his arm around her waist easily. “Do whatever you want, Skylaar. Do you, from now on. You have all the freedom you crave.”

She pressed her palm to his chest, caressing. She brushed his hair away from his face, and their lips connected deeply, delving hard.

“I destroyed your deal with Inferno before i sent him away,” he told her after their lips parted.

“Brayden…” She breathed, kissing him hard again.

He lifted her by her arse, curling her legs around his waist as he took over the kiss, eating her mouth till her back met the truck exterior loudly.

The kiss broke.

“Sorry!” He laughed, giving his lip a very little bite.

Her hands stroked his neck.

“I’ve been wanting to tell you this.” She breathed again. “My fox birthmark glowed when Jethro was trying to hurt me. It was the reason I was able to get away from him.”

“Great.” He smiled. “Very fucking great. We can start fresh investigation about your birthplace from there…”

“And about your break free from Jethro?” She caressed his mouth scar.

“Leave that to me.” He shrugged. “Just trust me, yeah?”

She kissed his eyes, and he returned it to her mouth immediately.

“Today, I’m gonna go see father and Blade and Svetlana at the clinic. When I come back, we can go for kitchen restocking together. Then, we visit the Carehouse, and at night, we could go clubbing… again…”

“Sure.” She nodded. “And tommorow, we can go hunting together.”

“Make a list of everything you want to do….” He nodded. “Everything.”

“You’ll fufil them? Huh? Are you like those pompous novel billionaires?” She kissed his mouth soundly.

“You’d be shocked to know what I actually am in the CEO world.” He winked before dropping her.

And as they turned to return into the truck, an old man emerged from the woods with bent back and bare feet.

He was crying, profusely.

“I went hunting, and wild boars ate the son I went with…”

Skylar looked at El Crow.

“Please…I need help…” He continued drawing closer.

Closer, begging, till he fell on the ground in front of them.

And that was when he transformed completely into a snake spirit.

But before it could even uncoil, El Crow’s eyes beamed brighter, and he only had to touch the snake’s head.

It burned. Not just ordinary burning. It razed to ashes, and the ashes vanished too, to nothingness.

Skylar was nearly wide-eyed as El Crow faced him slowly.

“It’s a spirit,” he said. “Low spirits and lower entities have been coming after me since my identity got revealed.”

“Why?” She muttered.

“Just a drop of my blood will elevate their status and increase their powers times hundred. It’ll make them a million times younger too. Of course every entity wants my blood.” He stepped closer to her. “Even you, if you drain blood from my heart directly and drink the heart blood, you won’t have to depend on me forever anymore… wanna try it?”

“Stop it!” She pushed him back. “Don’t play with your life like that.”

El Crow smiled, taking her hands to rub inside his own palms.

“Don’t worry. I still have so many centuries to live…”

Unable to keep up with the beauty of his eyes anymore, she looked down, and he rubbed her wrists.

Thirty minutes later, he left for Enigma House, and Skylar instantly entered the truck bathroom.

She had her bath in the tub, trying and failing to stop her lips from smiling occasionally.

She came out of the bathroom with a white towel around her skin, and a smaller towel drying her hair.

She still hasn’t stopped smiling from time to time as she dried the hair.

Last night was her night, definitely, and she spent it with her enemy fucking her most of the night.

What a twist.

And to think she’s about to start her peaceful days too, with that same enemy. Shamelessly, she can’t wait to start writing her list for him.

Her phone sounded in bed. El Crow had taken it from Quincy on his way out of the ring last night, actually.

So it’s with her.

She picked it up, seeing a very weird message floating on screen.

• You have no idea who you’re actually dealing with. You think you’re unbreakable? El Crow will break you to pieces. Run, far away.

Skylar shook her head, classifying it as spam message.

She ignored and dropped her phone, returning to her hair drying.

—

Enigma House]

El Crow arrived to insane screams from Enigmas in every way, every angle, every metre of the house.

It looked like they were trying to scream the house down cos few hours ago, it looked like Dreads were winning, but just thirty minutes ago, Enigma surpassed the poll.

Their votes suddenly went up in the last minutes that it was nearly unbelievable.

They won with twenty thousand votes that’s confirmed to be real.

Their happiness swelled when they saw El Crow’s arrival.

“We won!!!!!”

“We won!!!”

They screamed louder, and he had to cover a ear before entering the house. He’s here to see Arturo since he has been calling him nonstop.

He got his phone and sent a text across to Skylar.

Though, he could close his eyes right now and see what she’s doing, he still wanted her to say it.

• What are you doing presently?

He pocketed his phone with a small smile, then he pushed Arturo’s office door open to enter.

But…he couldn’t enter.

All colour drained from his face as a shocking scene slapped him right in the face. He nearly staggered.

Arturo’s pants were slightly down, and Castle knelt in front of him with Arturo’s d1ck right in his mouth.

“Be my good little whore and suck!” Arturo grunted impatiently.

El Crow’s eyes widened.

Castle and Arturo looked at the open entrance at the same time.

Their breaths seized, and Arturo’s d1ck hooked inside Castle’s throat.

TBC