“Why do you always sound so grumpy? Is it like a traumatic response? Do you need help? You better speak up now before it's too late.”Elijah could hear the mockery in his voice, but he couldn't fault him. Instead, he blamed himself for not heeding the detective's advice. Now, he had to listen to a man he despised the most out of all his enemies.“Is there a reason you called?” He placed the phone on loudspeaker and focused on the road.“Why? Do you think I'd call you to chat? We're not that cool.”Elijah nodded. At least he had said something true for once. “You know, you're right. It's also the reason I've not cut you off yet. You would never call me if it weren't for something important. What is it?”“I have a proposal for you. It involves a certain best friend named after a color and a god,” he said.Elijah was about to respond when a car drove to his side. He whipped his head to the side and found Cleo winding down. “What the fuck are you doing, man? You're driving like a crazy
“Heir?” He snorted. “You can't be serious right now.”“I am. Everything is exactly as I've said. You don't exist anymore in your world. You need someone to continue what you've failed to finish. I can provide you with that,” she said.Elijah instantly knew it was bullshit. He had his doubts before, however small they were. But right now, he was convinced someone was playing tricks on him.“Stay away from me.” He backed up while projecting a hand to keep her away.“Oh, common, don't be weird. It's not difficult to do. You did it plenty of times with, what's her name again?” She paused and rubbed her chin for a few seconds. Suddenly, she snapped her finger. “Aha! Blue, Avery, or whatever her name is. You also did it with your wife too. However, those were the early stages. Didn't last long, did it?” She asked in a teasing voice and laughed after.“You've had your fun. Why don't you cut it out now and tell me why we're here!” His voice grew tense, as he was sick and tired of going around
“Hey!” Elijah called as he hurried after him.He felt flapping as he moved. Looking down, he discovered he was fully clothed in a robe-like dress.Relief washed through him, even though he had momentarily forgotten he was naked.He raised his head to thank the stranger but was shocked to see they were at a different spot.“Not again,” he groaned.“It's annoying, right? No wonder the other gods want nothing to do with me,” the booming voice said.He shuddered and turned to see the man standing in front of him, behind him.“What is this place?”“Like she told you, it's the product of an imagination. A bored person's imagination. The difference is, it's not yours, but mine.”“How do you do it?” He asked, curiosity making him look around.This scenery was by far his favorite, so far. They were in a spring garden, which had all these beautiful flowers and a massive waterfall.When people dreamt about peace, this was probably what they saw.“Like I said, I'm bored. Roaming around the void f
“He ruined last night's vibe,” a feminine voice hissed.“Honestly, I'm surprised you are surprised. Are we not speaking of the same person?” A deeper voice added.“Has anyone thought maybe he was just tired? I don't mean to defend him, but it always happens.”“Tired my ass. He's just a cheapskate,” the first voice countered. “Look at him, peacefully sleeping. You would think he's an Angel.” She continued spitefully.“He does look like an Angel.” She snarked. “Yeah, like an Angel of hell.”The other two looked at themselves and then back at her. “Damn! What did he do to piss you off this much?”“What didn't he do?”“Wait, why are two of you even in his room?” a second voice asked.The ceiling and paintings suddenly looked interesting, as their eyes trailed everywhere else but on each other's.The third voice paused in the middle of turning his head to question his actions. He wasn't doing anything wrong. Besides, they were all in the room.“Are you not part of us? Why are you in the r
What'd you want to talk about?” Cleo asked when everyone had left.“I need you to go somewhere far. It's just for a few weeks.”“Why?” She frowned.He didn't answer immediately. Instead, he picked up the ring on the bed and stroked it between his fingers.His powers, lying within the ring's powers, called out to him. “You know, I don't remember what it's like to have my powers,” he said, derailing the conversation.“You would if you'd just wear the damned thing.” She shrugged.“You're right about one thing, it is damned. Ironic right? The humans want this little ring. The gods want the powers within the powers of this little ring. Wanna bet on who'd get to it first?” He cocked a brow.“If I have any say, you; you know, it's the actual owner. With how you've been moving, though, I know not to expect anything. And before you remind me about the past, I know what happened when you went overboard. I think you're a better man than you were then,” she said, concluding her lengthy rant.“Oh
He drove at full speed on the highway, racing against time to get to Mr Carter's mansion as fast as possible. Everyone peered through their cars as he whooshed past them. Some honked, others pulled their heads out the windows of his vehicle to curse him out.If only they knew his mind was too consumed to bother about their insults.He had just taken a turn that would lead him to the mansion when his phone rang.“Every time that damn thing rings, I hear some bullshit!” This was the first thought in his head as he picked up the phone.He answered without checking the ID. “Hello?” With one hand on the steering, the other holding his phone to his ears.“Elijah, it's me, Rhonda. I need your help, Elijah. My mum—- my mum slumped. She's been on the ground for about thirty minutes now. Dr Hill is swamped with emergency cases, so he can't come. He sent a doctor who has tried everything in his power to revive her, but she's not responding. Imagine my surprise when we called Dr Hill, and he ins
Elijah wanted to call her back, but the speed she used to retreat stopped him from doing so. He just stood there, wondering what had just happened.Like in the previous days, his subconscious tried to communicate something to him, but something else kept blocking it from going through.Still standing, a flash of reflection caught his eyes, making him whip his head to the side. There, the entrance to the garden stood beckoning to him.He remembered his early days in this mansion. That was before Rhonda, and he got their apartment. He would wander towards the garden but was always stopped from entering it, courtesy of their grandfather.They said it belonged to his dead wife, who entrusted it in his care on her deathbed. When he realized he couldn't solely handle it anymore, he left it in the care of a woman who worked for him for a very long time.His legs waddled beneath him, compelling him to move forward. This was probably the only chance he would have in a while to get the herb he
“Please, no more stops,” Elijah muttered as he drove out of the ambush.It was late afternoon when he pulled into the Carter's mansion. He had barely gotten out of the car when John was beside him, ushering him out with a barrage of questions.“Calm down, John,” he said, finally finding enough space to leave the car.“We called you in the morning, Elijah. Why are you only just coming? I don't mean to be entitled, but I thought you cared about Winnie?”“More than you'll ever understand,” he said in his mind, but with his lips, said, “Where's Mr Carter?” “He's in there, pacing around. He hasn't been able to sleep a wink since we found out last night that she neither returned to her office, her house, or his house,” he explained somberly.Elijah's heart palpitated. It was doubtful Winnie would skip a day off her family, especially her grandfather. “Have you spoken to Lexington? Maybe he's seen her.” He felt weird for mentioning his name, but there was no denying the two had gotten close