At Darwin's Residence...
Darwin paced back and forth anxiously waiting at the entrance door, checking his watch every now and then.Samantha who was playing gulf at the Darwin's mansion field could see from afar that his dad was anxious. Desperate to live again and right his wrongs. She lost his mother to a rival regiment when she was eight and as such was trained by Darwin,her father and that cemented a bond between them.Samantha too was scared, she couldn't imagine her dad kicking the bucket,thus she hope Drake comes very soon that's if he dad didn't die from being overly anxious.She walked briskly through the narrow part and met her dad with his hands on his head expressing the grief of being dead while still alive. He just had a glimmer of hope,maybe the young boy could save him."Dad.....are you feeling alright? I think that boy was just bullshitting and spouting what he doesn't know. I have a friend in Ninbe city,she said they have good doctors who practiced the soul resurrection technique, they could have a cure for you" Samantha said those words while she caressed her dad's back to calm him down."My daughter, I'm still suffering, your mother died all because of me and the young man didn't spout nonsense. During the fight against the lion regiment, a punch at my chest severed my sino atrial node,I have always inclined to secrecy this information. No doctor had been able to diagnose it. How come he knew by just mere scrutinization. He surely does know a way to save me"Darwin sighed grimly and continued 'i have kept this with me for over twelve years,I didn't want you to panic or worry I may just fall down and die someday.Stupefied by the revelation. Samantha fondled her father's hand, consumed in panic. "Dad nothing will happen......I have already invited a team of doctors and they'll arrive very soon!"" Let's wait for the young boy!, I'll be alright" as the words came out, he looked at his watch again and looked up at the entrance hoping to see the figure coming in.What he saw was different, he couldn't take cognizance of the approaching figure but he had same physique as the young boy from the other day.He looked at him closely as he approached and was filled with delight,he ran towards him and held his hands."Thanks for honouring my invitation please.. this way sir.." Darwin heaved a sigh of relief and motioned at the direction.Drake knew Darwin was worried even before he showed up.When samantha saw the figure, she was quite taken aback and stood still for a few second. The tenderness in her eyes she realized wasn't there had grown. Her eyes lit up at once. She looked him up and down before commenting 'i didn't expect you to have such potential, you're handsome!. Why did you have to let your beards grew so much?'With the admiration in her gaze,she could feel she was sweating out already, something about the figure seemed to arousing her emotionally and sexually. His eyes and hair all well trimmed."So, ho....hot!" She exclaimed and when she noticed that she just covered her mouth immediately wanting whine back time and not say what she had just said. But it was late, she just hoped nobody heard her.But true to Drake''s supersensitivity,he heard her perfectly,upon noticing the admiration still in her gaze and sudden change in body language Drake couldn't resist looking at himself and was amused he was more strikingly handsome than before.'Eeich!!!!' Samantha flipped her finger like she touched something hot or something bit her. 'it is hot!' she said at loud when it alarmed Drake and Darwin. That was pretence, she felt awkward knowing Drake might have heard her thus she wanted to cover what she said "so hot!."Watching Drake smiled,she walked up to him and blocked his path. She fumed, "What the hell is wrong with you?,my father had waited like forever for you to arrive. And didn't you notice that his condition is deteriorating? Do you even have any medical skills? Or you're a scammer?"Samantha had felt indignant about Drake from the very beginning. However, she gave him the benefit of the doubt considering that he had been able to minimize her father's condition from getting worse or being dead."Samantha,stop making a fuss and apologize immediately!" Darwin barked with an exacting look." Young man,don't worry about my daughter. I can apologize on her behalf" he added." No Dad,I wouldn't do that. This dude can't obviously be a miracle doctor. He doesn't even have a license!. I think he wants to curry a favour or something"Drake sighed turned and faced Darwin who gestured at him not to feel angry.In a blink of an eye, they were at Darwin's niche in the Darwin's mansion."Cough! Coughs!!" Darwin coughed out intensely as he was about to speak.Darwin's cheek was loosing colours again, Samantha got alarmed and dashed forward to render her father support. Despite anything to the contrary, she was affright upon noticing the coughing wouldn't stop and the black coloured blood that were being coughed out.At the sight of scene, Drake furrowed his brows as he realized that Darwin's injury had deteriorated so badly, he even wondered how he survived for so long."Quick,lay him on the bed! And bring me a first aid box with stylostixis needles!" With the state of preparedness of Drake he ordered Samantha who was already overwhelmed with the feelings of fear.Unfortunately,she didn't move at all, "How can a doctor not be with his medical kits? This dude is obviously a scammer!, My Dad would die if I let this man treat my Dad".Frowning at Samantha's intransigence and inaction Drake snapped and barked. "Do you want to watch him die?"After she was shouted at, out of panic she did as she was told.Samantha felt there were no silver of hope,as Drake felt Darwin's pulse, the way he reacted, his expression turned grim upon knowing the condition was worse than he had originally thought. "But he had to save him" so he said to himself.Samantha picked up her phone in an attempt to reach out to their family doctor but the network coverage was bad. Feeling so apprehensive,she didn't know when she started urging Drake to ensure her father gets treated."My Dads life is in your hands now, please save him for me!"Darwin was Gradually loosing consciousness as his breathing got seriously labored. He jerked up as if trying to catch his breath and fell back. As Drake was opening the first aid medical bag to practicalize one of the techniques that he had learnt form Shinigami at the island, A team of doctors each with a medical bag, Three of which were bespectacled and the other with a stethoscope around her neck."Move away!" Samantha pushed Drake aside,the team of doctors were opening their medical bags and the one with a stethoscope around her neck was placing the stethoscope on Darwin's chest to percept the heartbeat."Beating is getting slower!, Double compression" She ordered her collegues who incidentally were all males. She seemed like the head.Samantha could see light at the other end of the tunnel upon seeing the medical skills the team of doctors were displaying. She felt maybe they could save her father. However, she was still unsettled upon noticing that the double compression two of the doctors had been doing was doing nothing to revive Darwin.The doctors turned Darwin sideways horizontally. One was compressing his chest while the other was compressing so from Darwin's back,thus Double compression. The other two doctors were arranging some silver needles into pairs after sterilizing them with some greenish yellow fluid.Samantha felt so distraught that she was on the brink of tears."What you're intending to do won't save him, it'll only kill him!" Drake commented seeing the way the lady Doctor was inserting the silver needles into Darwin's acupoints, it was very poor, Left very little to imagination."This made the latter knit her eyebrows. Will you get this unprofessional out of this room now, I don't need any distractions!"" The lady demanded.Despite feeling incensed and that the saving of Darwin was the priority and that she would do anything to save him at that instant, she lunged at Drake."You have no idea what they're doing, yet you speak negatively. Get out!" She barked.It's acupuncture and it's a part or Chinese traditional medical technique. A treatment of pain or disease by inserting the tips of needles at specific points on the skin. It usually takes decades of study for one to be professional. Even professionals can revive the dead with it."Don't tell me you know acupuncture? " The lady asked in surprise."I have practiced it" Drake replied.In di
A dead person could never start breathing again. Even with Superior medical skills, there was practically no way of bringing the dead back to life except that a vampires bites him and he wakes up being a vampire.Despite that, Drake appeared calm and gleamed with confidence in his eyes. This surprised The head doctor as she watched attentively, she had never seen such confidence at such circumstance. At the same time the head doctor handed over the set of silver needles but using them on a dead person was a waste, she heaved.As Drake ran his fingers across the silver needles, Drake had an inexplicable sense of familiarity and his face was brimming with confidence. "Do you need my help? " The head doctors, Mrs Lydia asked softly, Though she knew it was going to be futile. Being in the medicine field for many years she had always be kind-hearted with a respectable reputation, but was selfish by nature. She instinctively knew Drake perhaps can do some magics.Drake looked at her and ask
As Drake approached the courtyard he could feel the intense surge of spiritual energy, his depleted energy were gradually being revived. The courtyard had some flowers that were imbued with so much spiritual energy. A perfect environment to cultivate energy.He stood at the centre and exhaled a deep breath before sitting down on the floor like a Muslim praying. He began absorbing spiritual energy and in the next seconds the spiritual energy around were rolled into a form of bolus which he absorbed.Meanwhile at Darwin's niche, he was feeling thankful for getting to have a second chance to right his wrongs. He was feeling super healthy and strong.In a jiffy, he hauled himself into a sitting position with an anticipative look on his face, he was willing to grant any task Drake asks of him the moment he returns back to the room."Dad, he is really that talented.. I don't know how I can get him to forgive me. I was being stubborn." Josephine muttered." Don't worry, he is good man. He wil
Even Samantha trembled convulsively, as from fear when she heard that name, and a chill ran down her spines.Mr Otumba is the godfather of Delta city, he controlled and oversees the mafia and regiment groups all over Delta city. He was a figure who could send ripples all across the Delta city with a flick of his fingers. He was a mundane, yet he had the capabilities of some downworlders. Rumors says that his lackey's were not mundanes that they are beast, not even a bullet or cut would penetrate their skin. They were werewolves.Only those that had a death wish would book an appointment with the dreaded Mr Otumba. Any slight annoyance you cause him, he would feed you to his vicious wolves. Even Darwin himself wouldn't deliberately book an appointment with him. The last time he did, he lost thousand of his lackey's.Upon noticing the expression on Darwin and Samantha, he felt his request didn't went down well with them."Anything unsettling with my request? "Samantha cleared her throa
She was obviously wondering how his brother who had just returned from prison could make a friend this beautiful in short notice."Do you and my brother have something? I mean he had just returned from prison yesterday and how could he make a friend as cool as you in such short notice?" Clara asked. She didn't know when the words fell out, she didn't even consider if the words would boil down well with Drake.Drake knew that she asked on purpose, it's always in her nature that she always chastises him."Oh wow,he is an ex convict?" Samantha turned staring at him wide-eyed. That had him rather discomforted."Oh I see, he didn't tell you?" Clara said pursuing the matter."No ,I mean...he didn't..he didn't tell me!" Samantha stammered trying to return to herself,somehow knowing that Drake is an ex convict kind of made her pretty uncomfortable, she hadn't for once thought she would have something to do with an ex convict ever and yes,she even had nothing to do with the ex convict. Why was
It was another conference meeting day for Downworlders where they tackle anything that upsets the balance of the umbra world. The downworld representative at the conference room were all serving to bring to mind the possibility of a surviving Nephalem. Mr Otumba, the mundane representative was punctual this time around.The Genie stood up to address everyone and clear the air. The murmuring was escalating into a noise."There is a Nephalem alive!. Few days back I felt the usage of magic being the most powerful warlock. The only person who could harness such demonic power is a Nephalem, the signal wasn't clear though. He used a rune to deactivate being tracked and as such I couldn't pin point his location." The Genie explained.Meanwhile an appointment had been fixed for Drake to meet up with Mr Otumba, later that day. **********Samantha laughed shakily. “I hope you’re not too disappointed.” “No,” he breathed, sliding his fingertips under her chin. “Not at all.” He lifted her face
Drake having agreed to stay at Darwin's mansion for the mean time decided to stroll around the province of the Earth-2 while Mr Darwin and her daughter left for the Banquet.Clara on the other hand was drafting some designs Samantha had asked her to help her with.As he was taking a tour around Earth-2 province he reached a largely industrial neighborhood whose streets were lined with factories and warehouses. Some, Drake could see, had been converted into lofts and galleries, but there was still something forbidding about their looming square shapes, boasting only a few windows covered in iron grilles.He made his way from the subway station, crossed through a scrubby park, its badly kept grass burned brown by the summer heat. To his right the spires of a church gleamed gray.Something about the street felt different, he could sense something unusual. The narrow avenue lined with old warehouses, though most now bore the signs of human residence: window boxes filled with flowers, lace
"please don't kill me, Mr Otumba is our sponsor! " The young werewolf cried out as he is afraid to die, he thought Drake was really one of the umbra hunters sent to capture them thus, he was willing to confess and save his skin.Drake was not however going to kill him unarmed and not attacking. He was dumbfounded at once upon what the werewolf had just said."Mr Otumba? " He queried."Yes... Please don't kill me! I'm the only child of my parents and too young to die" The werewolf boy cried out the more pleadingly."Pick up your phone and call him right now and tell him what had just happened" Drake declared. He was going to meet Mr Otumba later today and he is beginning to see why Darwin was reluctant to book the appointment.Drake paused for a while as the werewolf boy picked up his phone and dialed Mr Otumba's line. Drake could sense someone was watching him from somewhere but he couldn't quite pin point, more like a spy or being tracked. He looked at his hands and noticed his trac
"I have seen that-" Clara spoke pointing at the stele, Vick hide under his belt."Where?" Catherine and Vick asked simultaneously."Drake used it to- wait, I remember now, I remember the symbol of the overlapping circles with a cross in between now, Drake had used it to draw the symbol on the wall". Clara got up immediately with her memory fragments returning."Only an umbra hunter can use the stele? Even those with womanland ancestral blood can't use it, it'd burn through them like a very corrosive acid... " Vick said almost jokingly." I'm serious-..." Clara affirmed , Catherine looking in disbelief."We'll find out soon enough... Do you have anything that belongs to him? I can use the umbra tracking technique to track him down and these puzzle will get solved. I just need anything that has his scent." said Vick.A moment of silence dawned on the room, Clara had nothing of Drake on her and neither did - " I have something, this wrist pendant, Drake made it for me five years ago. May
The smoke surged forward, forming and re-forming itself. A tendril took the shape of a human hand and stroked the edge of the burning pentagram that contained it. Then, with a surge, the smoke seethed past the edge of the star, poured over the border like a wave breaching a levee. The flames guttered and died as Otumba on the other hand started vibrating like he was feeling a sensation, screaming. The Genie stumbled backward. He was chanting now, in rapid Chthonian, spells of containment and ritual continuation. Then something happened; the black smoke-mass came on inexorably, and now it was starting to have something of a shape—a malformed, enormous, hideous shape, its glowing eyes altering, rounding to the size of saucers, spilling a dreadful light.It surged forward and coiled around Drake who had converted from cryptic visuals to intelligible language."An Angel-Nephalem blood?!" The smoke spoke out soaring up, back ward as he snuffed out the blood that ran through the young boys
Afternoon light woke Samantha up, a beam of pale brightness that laid itself directly over her face, lighting the insides of her eyelids to hot pink. She stirred restlessly and warily opened her eyes. The fever was gone, and so was the sense that her bones were melting and breaking inside her as a result of Drake not returning last night. She sat up and glanced around with curious eyes. She was in her room—white-painted, the bed covered with a brightly woven rag blanket. Lace curtains were drawn back over round windows, letting in circles of light. She sat up slowly, waiting for dizziness to wash over her. Nothing happened. She felt entirely healthy, even well rested. She went to one of the circular windows and peered out. This side of the house faced away from the canal, onto a narrow side garden turning brown and gold with autumn. A trellis crawled up the side of the house; a single last rose hung on it, drooping browning petals.The doorknob rattled, a young woman entered, hol
Nausea and pain came and went in ever-tightening whirlpools. Clara could see only a blur of colors around her: she was conscious that the figure he trailed; Vick was carrying her, every one of his steps slamming into her skull like an ice pick. She was aware that she was clinging to him and the strength of his arms a comfort. Very distantly, she knew that she was gasping for breath, and she heard Vick say her name.Then everything went silent. For a moment she thought that was the end of it: she had died, died battling demons she thought never existed, the way she did, she never thought she coul and a surge of what felt like ice spilling through her veins. She squeezed her eyes shut against the pain, but the cold of whatever Vick had done to her was like having a glass of water dashed in her face. Slowly, the world ceased its spinning, the whirlpools of nausea and pain lessening until they were only ripples in the tide of her blood. She could breathe again.With a gasp, she opened her
Wayland is from Kano jungle forest in Nigeria, Africa. A remote jungle deep inside the heart of Kano. An uncivilized village in the middle of an old jungle. They harbored the Demon sword that had the power to control demons and in the bid of some selfish demons to get hold of it they attacked the jungle and massacred everyone, only Wayland escaped with the Sword and he found himself in the womanland.Her father of course, they were talking about her father Mr Wayland but until now she thought his father from Delta city.And Catherine, is from the womanland, a world where only women existed, a world that is surrounded by a shield that shields the male gender away, hidden in a forbidden forest somewhere in Africa. Rumors says that she was poisoned with love poisoning from Wayland when he accidentally found its way to womanland and that was why she got exiled alongside the abomination 'Wayland;the male gender". Initially they had wanted to kill the man, Wayland for being a male. It was a
Darwin and Samantha were quite relieved that neither Drake nor Mr Otumba showed up for the appointment but got quite worried why Drake didn't but he had been the one insisting the appointment gets booked.Anyways, they resolved into asking him when they returned home, hopefully Drake would be home by that time.And sooner they were home.Feeling faint and sick, Clara stripped off the slip dress and her underwear, tossing them into the wastebasket before crawling into the hot water.She washed her hair over and over again, trying to get calm her nerves down . It was like trying to wash out something that's insoluble. The fact her memory was being blocked lingered too, like the water from a vase. No amount of Washing was able to help her.Finally convinced she was as clean as she was going to get, she dried off and went to the master bedroom to get dressed. It was a relief to climb back into jeans and boots and slip on a comfortable cotton sweater. It was only then, as she pulled on he
The Darkness in the room was more profound than any darkness Drake had ever known. He couldn’t see the shape of his own hand in front of his eyes, couldn’t see the floor or ceiling of where he was. Where was he? , he knew from the torchlit first glimpse he’d had, forcefully dragged down here by a contingent of werewolves, who had opened the barred gate of the room or should he say a cell for him and ushered him inside as if he were to be slained.Then again, that’s probably exactly what they thought was his faith; To be slain. Nobody dare go against Mr Otumba, well except he or she is courting death. Drake discovered that the cell had a flagged stone floor, that three of the walls were hewn rock, and that the fourth was made of narrowly spaced electrum bars, each end sunk deeply into stone. He also discovered that there was a door set into those bars. He also knew that a long metal bar ran along the east wall, because the Werewolves had attached one loop of a pair of silver cuffs t
The Darkness in the room was more profound than any darkness Drake had ever known. He couldn’t see the shape of his own hand in front of his eyes, couldn’t see the floor or ceiling of where he was. Where was he? , he knew from the torchlit first glimpse he’d had, forcefully dragged down here by a contingent of werewolves, who had opened the barred gate of the room or should he say a cell for him and ushered him inside as if he were to be slained.Then again, that’s probably exactly what they thought was his faith; To be slain. Nobody dare go against Mr Otumba, well except he or she is courting death. Drake discovered that the cell had a flagged stone floor, that three of the walls were hewn rock, and that the fourth was made of narrowly spaced electrum bars, each end sunk deeply into stone. He also discovered that there was a door set into those bars. He also knew that a long metal bar ran along the east wall, because the Werewolves had attached one loop of a pair of silver cuffs t
Meanwhile at Darwin's mansion...Clara was trying to draw the thing that had attacked her in the dream. She was still reminiscing on that as she took her sketchpad and started working out something. She was still feeling uncomfortable.“And his arm looked like an eggplant,” Clara muttered to herself in exasperation. The drawing just wasn’t working. With a sigh she tore yet another sheet from her sketchpad, crumpled it up, and tossed it against the orange wall of the bedroom. Already the floor was littered with discarded balls of paper, a sure sign that her creative juices weren’t flowing the way she’d hoped. Clara pulled her headphones out—cutting off Stepping Razor in mid song—and rubbed her aching temples. It was only then that she became aware that the loud, piercing sound of a ringing telephone was echoing through the apartment. Tossing the sketchpad onto the bed, she jumped to her feet and ran into the living room, where the retro-red phone sat on a table near the front door.“H