Lekan harrumphed, his eyes flicking open as a gust of bloodthirsty aura exploded into the air.The air wheezed against his charred black skin, the burned flaps of his clothing wrestling uselessly against the flow of wind.He grimaced, grounding his blood soaked dentition, watching carefully at the towering imagery of the lady in flowing red gowns as she cackled. Her laughter irritated him.And even more, it irritated the demon within him. He could not stomach the fact that one person would think that she could be God above others. Not that it mattered to him but the internal grudge eating him from inside, originating from the being within, could not be ignored. As a result, he could not ignore it too.He had become one with his system. His eyes bloodthirsty as he surveyed the losers who lay on the ground around, knocked out and in a terrible state.To think that these were the same people who had called themselves his superiors and tried to show hi

"That does not make sense. If a demon could lay a hit on morgana, should we not be scared of the demon itself?" The air shimmered and a man wearing black shirt and trousers alongside a black pair of shoes muttered, his hand cupping the edge of his jaws."Why should we trust the fate of the world into the hands of a demon? I say, we kill him while we can!" He grimaced, holding up his right hand, clenched into the air.Monsieur Demas swallowed now, sniffling as he watched the energy the young mister poured into his words. It reminded him of the days of his youth while he was still young and bubbling Not now when he had to be saddled with the responsibilities of the many under the name of the System Bureau.Not that he regretted his position but then, he missed being as energetic as he used to be. Now, he was more of a figure head, although his power had not diminished but was more of a supportive power rathe than an active one. After all, the System Bureau would n

The black SUV hummed across the length of the black tarred road as towering buildings swept past its side of the road. It was a cold day, one of those days when the mister who was driving the car did not wish to be out here. The heater in the car was working fine, but it seemed as though it was working all too fine. The driver and husband could not blame it though, he was in the car with his wife who was by his side and his son in the car, it was bound to be like this. His wife had been getting on his nerves, telling him how much he had not been paying attention to the wellbeing of his son, even though he knew that the did just everything possible for the whole family. Or would they have preferred he did nothing and just had to be stopping by for everything family related while his business suffered on the side? It was preposterous. Did his wife forget what that without money, one could not run a home? In fact, without money there was no possibility of love. Who was the person that

Three people are in the spacious white room, two of which  are seated while one remains standing , holding a wine bottle with a furious look on his face.Despite the spaciousness of the room, it feels a little too crowded for the occupants in it as one can almost cut through the tension thick air with a knife and do it rather easily.The room is white in color, having a large screen plasma TV hanging from its hold on the wall which is just adjacent to all of them in the room. There is a black steel TV stand but instead of having a Tv on it, it has an extension box, a DVD player on the second layer of it and two speakers of a home theatre by the side of it. There are a few connections to the extension, all of which makes a little tangle of wires, some of which run to the Tv and some to the other gadgets that re all about, including a phone, a bluetooth wireless earphone pod and a headset while a black power bank is attached to a power cord and is placed on the grou

KNOCK... KNOCK... Series of raps resonated on the brown wooden door which was painted cream in color. The raps sounded hurriedly with each passing second. Much to the anger of the one who squeezed himself just against the door. It was Lekan and this was his room. But right now, he was not by himself. He had the ring which the Lawyer had claimed his father had willed to him seated on top of the envelope, just by his right hand side. He wore a wine sleeveless top, blue and purple spotted socks while having black combat shorts on his lower half. Lekan looked disheveled. Tear lines pasted over his face, revealing how much he’d been crying of late. And also revealing that he was not one to care about his hygiene. He barely had a bath ever since the time the lawyer had come down here. And today, like all the days which elapsed since then, his Uncle was at the door, knocking. Today, the knocks had come in a bit different. Rushed, with the brooding sensation that it was not the normal th