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
At the moonlight park...."Mr Otumba is not someone to joke with! Let me go,and run away before he gets here..except that you've a death wish!" The Werewolf boy pleaded despairingly with a breaking voice.Drake just curled his lip in a supercilious smile and told the boy to exit the place since he didn't want to kill him. With hesitation and trepidation the boy ran as fast as he could and exited the place.Drake just stood there impatiently waiting for the so Called Fearful Mr Otumba to arrive. Seems he won't have to wait anymore. He was sure he'd getting an answer on why he took his Dad's property and also a hint about his missing mum.From afar with his super sight ability he could see cars line up one after the other plying at high speeds towards him.In an actual measurement of time at exactly the sixtieth of a second. The cars running at supersonic speed screeched just a metre away from him,got aligned and parked horizontally, and immediately two vampire's each alighted from the
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
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