Wallace felt weak at the moment; injuries had already piled up on his body, and the burning effect made him feel as if he was on fire. The evolution had also drained him of all his energy. He was standing up with sheer will. He walked wobbly towards the car that had already been damaged at the back, got into it, and drove.
By the time he drove to a hotel closer to the airport, almost all energy had been drained from his body. He walked into the hotel room, booked a room, and bandaged the wounds crisscrossing his chest and back with difficulty. As for his hands and legs, he didn't bother with them.
He laid on the bed, facing the ceiling. His body was worn out. "What's Karum?" was the last thought on his mind before he drifted off into sleep.
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In hell, Lucifer still sat on the throne lazily. She looked up. "This is the first time two demons will face complete extermination since hell was created," she said.
"Yes," Satan nodded.
"Normally, even if their soul orb is destroyed, their essence will still exist and come back here; it will later be developed. It looks like immortality is not guaranteed again due to the third treasure," she said.
"Satan, tell our forces on earth that no matter the method they employ, they must get the treasure; he must not be allowed to develop," she said.
"Look for two souls and turn them into demons so that they will replace the two dead ones," she said.
"Okay," he nodded.
"You can leave," she said.
Satan retreated, leaving her. "Karum, it just makes things more interesting," she smiled.
Wallace saw himself arrive in a gloomy, dark space. "Where's this?" he thought as he looked around.
"You are in yourself," he heard a voice.
"What nonsense is this?" he thought.
"This is not nonsense; you escaped from hell, but you can't escape from the mentality shackling you down. You are just a broken piece of shit wielding power that you are not supposed to have, the power of the world," the voice said.
"Clearly, I'm here just to listen to my shit," he thought.
"Take a look at how ugly you are," the voice said.
He heard eerie wails as skulls with dark energy emanating from them manifested. "You can't escape, no matter how much power you wield," the voice said, as wails of agony were emitted from the mouths of the countless skulls. They submerged him.
"Ahh," he gasped as he stood up from bed.
"Hmm," he frowned as he turned around and saw the skulls moving around him. They passed through his body while emitting wails of agony.
"Ahh," he sighed as he checked the time. It was just three in the morning; he had only slept for two hours. He went to the mirror and saw his pale face. He was still feeling pain from the wounds on his body, but the burning feeling had cooled down by a lot, and he could feel the wounds slowly mending themselves.
He went to the table and saw a wine bottle on the table. Ignoring the wails and the skulls around him, he poured the wine into a cup and drank it. He went to the room telephone and pressed a button on it.
"A packet of cigarettes, please," he said.
Soon, cigarettes were delivered to his room; he took one and lit it up. "Surprisingly, it feels good," he thought as he looked up. The skulls around him were still emitting wails of agony that wanted to drive him crazy.
This continued until six in the morning, when the first ray of sunlight entered the room, and the wails and skulls disappeared. There were dark circles under his eyes, and he had already puffed through three packets of cigarettes and drunk two cups of wine. He felt a little tipsy, but the feeling of weakness had disappeared. He now felt unprecedentedly strong. He was a lot stronger than the time before he fought the two people. There was no equipment to gauge how strong he was. He just knew that he was very strong now. He had already shattered three cups due to him not being able to control his strength.
He left the house at six in the morning after taking a shower and bandaging up all his wounds. He had to get to the airport an hour before the flight took off to go through the screening process and also to settle down.
Back at the morgue that morning, a limousine pulled up, and a middle-aged man, along with a middle-aged woman and a young lady, got down from the car. The middle-aged man was
Williams Velasco, one of the pillars of Ghana and the decision-maker on politics. He had the air of nobility around him, showing that he was a man of importance.
A woman who looked like she was in her fifties was waiting at the entrance. "You shouldn't have stressed yourself," she said.
"How the hell did he come back to life? Izabel already stabbed him in the heart," Williams asked the middle-aged woman.
"We also saw the wound, and when we cleaned his body, he was already devoid of any life; his body was already cold. How he came back to life is a mystery; if not for the footage, I wouldn't have believed it," she said.
"Let's see the footage," the middle-aged woman beside Williams, Elizabeth, who was Wallace's alleged mother, said.
"What about the two who were in the morgue last night?" he asked.
"We saw them in one of the rooms; they're asleep, and there's no way we could wake them up, but everything that happened is strange," she said as they walked into the morgue.
They entered the security room, and the woman played the footage for them. Starting from when Wallace opened his eyes but couldn't move, he then stood up, looked at the mirror for some time before leaving the room after wearing clothes. The policeman and the woman saw him, but strangely, they crumbled to the ground and slept off before he left.
"How they slept off is something that's still strange," the woman said.
"How the hell did he even wake up?" Williams said.
"That bastard won't even die in peace; he's still causing trouble," Elizabeth said.
Williams' phone rang, and he picked it up. "Okay," he nodded and put the phone back into his pocket before turning to Elizabeth.
"His car is last seen at the hotel beside the airport. The back of the car is damaged, showing that he must have been in an accident. His aim is to travel out of the country now," he said.
"He must not be allowed to leave the country," she said.
"I'll call someone to stop him now," he said.
Just when he wanted to make a call, a voice note entered. "Hmm," he played the voice note curiously. "Arrgh," Wallace's voice was the first thing they heard.
"You must be thinking why I did this to you," another voice was heard. It was the voice of Izabel.
Izabel's face turned pale. "Of course, Dad wants you dead," Williams and Elizabeth's faces paled.
He stopped playing it. "Who sent this?" he asked angrily.
His phone rang; his eyes widened when he saw the number on it. It was Wallace's number. Elizabeth also looked nervous.
"Pick the call," she said.
"Have you seen the gift I sent you?" Williams' voice was heard; they couldn't answer.
"You must know that I'm not dead yet," he said.
"What do you want to do with it?" Williams asked.
"You must know that we've reached a point of no return. I won't be releasing it just on some conditions. I don't want to use this against you; I want to destroy you with my hands. I want to make you wish for death, so I don't want to use this. The news of my death, I don't want it to leak, and don't put Peter's death on me or use any form of slander on me. Lastly, I want to leave the country, so you must not try to stop it. Just these conditions, and I wouldn't do anything. Anything you bring on after that, I will accept it," he said.
Elizabeth's face paled when she heard that.
"How can I believe you?" Williams asked.
"I'm not like you people; you should know my reputation from a young age, and I'm not changing it anytime soon. The moment I step foot in America, I will be deleting the evidence, and if you don't want to believe, you have no choice but to believe," he said.
"Okay," Williams said.
"Also, extend my regards to Stepmom and stepsis," he said and cut the phone.
"What are we going to do now?" Elizabeth asked.
"I'm taking my private jet to America; I'll kill him, and I won't give him the chance to stand again this time," he answered.
"Should I follow you?" Elizabeth asked with worry on her face.
"Don't worry, nothing can happen to me," he smiled at her as he went out to make a series of calls.