Hakeem
He picked up his bag throwing me one more nasty glance before he left the room and everyone kept silent for a minute before Isis broke the ice with the most cliche start up.
"Wow…that was intense. Is he always like that and would my client have to put up with homophobia too?? What next, racism??" Isis asked.
This was a really bad look for them because he was obviously someone important in this group if they still have to put up with his bull shit.
"Of course not. He's just a stiff guy in time of conviction. He will come around I promise." Darla apologized.
"It's okay. I guess I also said some things I didn't mean to say and I apologize for that, I also plan to apologize to him later. Please can we be done with this deal already??" I asked and she nodded. She brought the papers closer to her before looking Through them again.
"Go upstairs and clean up his memory, but first make sure you see who he is, if he's a night crawler, get his location."
She echoed in my head without warning and I almost physically reacted. She really was oblivious to how loud it got whenever she decided to drop a message like that. After making a mental note to let her know she would explode my head someday. I thought of a suitable excuse to use to get upstairs.
"Hey, can I use the restroom please??" I asked. I kept my hands crossed hoping that she wasn't going to usher me to the bathroom at this level of the house.
"Of course, upstairs the left hall, third door on the left," She said sweetly and I returned it with a genuine smile for not ushering me downstairs.
I felt the eyes of a certain someone follow me all the way to the stairs before feeling compared to meeting the certain eyes and the amber orbs following my steps belonged to the man who I held to my new hobby which was triggering him till his eyes twitched as he forgot to breathe. Meeting his eyes for just a split second before he looked away as if he had been caught doing something bad.
I walked carefully on the steps to avoid my prey hearing me coming. Looking at the staircase and the lush rug laid upon it felt like little furs under my vans. It was pretty beautiful I had to admit. I took my time studying the walls of the house as they weren't wall papers like the old almost mysterious castle-like building that was aging from two hundred years ago.
At the top of the stairs, there was two way just like the last time I was here, I stopped in my track focusing on my environment to make sure there was no one else watching before letting out my aura down both halls to know where the clumsy guy was and it happened so he was down the hall that led to Anderson's room.
He took him back to his room??...
The foreign feeling was back again, overwhelming my judgment and sharpening my edges leading directly to the life energy of the culprit. I didn't take time to realize the door wasn't locked and I couldn't still get in. Holding back a groan of frustration I took a deep breath and calmes the fuck down before this foreign feeling caused me a fucking mission and exposed us to the band, Then we would spend the rest of our day wiping memories.
Making sure that no one was coming, and there was no other surprise visit and no one was popping out from any corners, I let out the dark smoke of Valhalla. The cliche of the name was it had nothing to do with the good heavens, it is a manipulative darkness that popped up when I turned twenty one human years.
It first showed up the first time when my father first sent the first set of night crawlers at me and for the first time my sister wasn't there to help me fight them, the feeling of being trapped by over almost twenty men and it further triggered memories of more than twenty grown up skilled men fighting me during training as I tried to fight for myself but they conquered me so bad that I fractured multiple ribs and an arm.
The same scenario repeated itself eight years and this time my ancestors definitely had other plans for me, I started to get over powered by every speed punch and I got nearer to the ground, I prayed for my sister to show up but she was far and I was still in the college campus, it was an airy friday night where everyone was either at a party or a poetry recite, It was a time when college students had a social gathering to go for while I sat at the bench right next to the library breathing, just breathing and thinking. I had no friends because I showed zero interest in all the people who attempted to give me the attention the child in me seeked for because daddy said that was weakness and weakness was not permitted during the season of apocalypse.
I got down to the point I was finding it hard to breath and see because blood started to drip into my eyes and because I was caught unawares. The spang of bitterness hit the back of throat wishing I had just joined a gathering to do something or nothing so I wouldn't be the victim, But as they always said, out of everything bad comes the good and the good was the evil that was once predicted to come once in a century, fortunately unfortunately for me, the ancestor chose me to house the dark smoke Of Valhalla. What was left of the aftermaths of the war between gods.
It was capable of inflicting pain, and completely destroying my opponent acting as the world's deadliest poison. It was also capable of controlling a person. If I can imagine them standing there, I could use it to influence and put them together. There was no good or bad side to it, it was what I wanted it to be whether I had good or bad intentions.
A hollow energy started to move in circles in my depths and I assumed it was what anger felt like, and I completely embraced it as a source of energy so I could fight and escape another bad injury, my sister was in law school then and I have seen her multiple times look frustrated trying to read and understand what she was reading, so I couldn't imagine calling her that I had been ganged up against and beaten to a pulp because I knew it wouldn't be possible because they would have successfully dragged me back to the royal house where I'm trapped forever and forced to serve after my father.
The energy boiled up so much it felt like I was going to combust, so I let it out.
Just like I have seen in the book, a boom of black smoke came out of my skin, almost feeling like all the pores of my skin opened up and air passed through. The smoke frightened them all and in seconds, they fell into the realization of what it was but then it was too late, they all crumpled to the floor choking and drying out while I stood there with a broken rib looking at them dry up at my feet. It felt strange coming out of my body but it also felt good, an odd satisfaction like when you hold a urine for too long and decided to pass it out.
I remembered getting excited to tell my father, maybe he would be proud, maybe he would finally approve of me but then decided against it. I owed him nothing, not an achievement, not even a development, I never believed in, there was no need to impress him anymore.
I let the smoke out while studying the room in my mind as I started to hear him panic.
"Smoke of Valhalla…"
I heard him cry to himself, I took a grip of him with the smoke and covered his mouth from saying anything else. Controlling him to the door, he opened it from inside and commanded him to say my name and let me in.
The door opened slowly revealing an intoxicated man with gray clouds in his eyes as he told me to come in. I quickly got in and closed the door and locked it before taking him off the hook and he crashed to his feet the moment he had control of his form again. I have never known what it felt like When I possessed someone with the smokes of Valhalla, how it made them feel afterwards because I couldn't possess myself with it and ai was the only one who I knew could so what I do but I knew one thing for sure, it took quite the amount of time before they came to their senses of regained some form of control.
I let him regain his senses by slapping some into him, jerking him awake because I had no time to spare. The moment they started getting suspicious I knew there would be a problem and my goal was not going to be achieved.
"Your majesty," He said, closing his eyes.
"Shut the fuck up and cut the crap, who are you? And you might want to be honest except you want to accidentally fall off the building.."