— 1 am, Dylan's Apartment —
Dylan sat on his bedroom couch and looked out the glass wall, looking directly at the full moon and lost in thought. On the bed, a stone's throw away was an unconscious Clara sleeping naked. She wore a satisfied smile on her face, occasionally giggling and making moaning sounds in her sleep.
Initially, Dylan couldn't help but wonder what kind of dream she was having, but after a while, he got used to it.
{How do you start something and hesitate midway?} Lich blurted out in annoyance. {Do you see why I had to push you that night?}
"Okay, okay…"
Dylan rolled his eyes and sat up. He pulled out another cigarette from the pack and held it between his lips.
"Quick question… Will using my powers attract more demons here?" Dylan asked.
{Of course but the demonic activity that's about to take place here will eventually do the same. The moment you unleashed the hellfire in this state, it was doomed.}
"Has this ever happened before?" Dylan couldn't help but ask.
He has never seen any news report on demonic activities. If something like this existed, wouldn't the world know?
{You will be shocked by how much is hidden under the noses of the public.} Lich chuckled mockingly
{Why are you asking anyway? It's not like you care if people get killed.}
Dylan fell back on the sofa after picking up his lighter. He lit the cigarette and took a deep drag.
"We humans have something we call conscience…"
{Die that shit, Ni##a. Have you forgotten who you work for?}
"The hell?"
Dylan sat up and sniffed out a torrent of smoke before speaking;
"I know there is a gap between the spiritual and physical, but you are not allowed to use that word If you ain't black," Dylan argued.
{Ni##a, everything in the underworld is black. Why do you think we got all that fire? We don't play down there} Lich countered.
Dylan rolled his eyes and ashes his cigarette on the ashing tray.
"Lawyer during the day, kingpin drug lord at night. That will make a good book." He chuckled before sticking the cigarette in his mouth.
{Then write it!} Lich hissed and Dylan's eyes revealed a purple hue.
Dylan instinctively rose to his feet and walked toward the glass wall. He looked out his compound and noticed a black compact car parked on the street directly opposite his gate.
"Is he expecting me to burn my own house at night or have a cult meeting by this time?" Dylan asked with a frown.
He couldn't see who was within the car, but he was certain it was Father Linus.
{Well, you did meet members of a cartel just as soon as you left jail, and here you are wondering about a career path to pick— lawyer or drug lord. See? He's kinda right to be suspicious.}
"Fuck you…" Dylan cursed and returned to his sofa.
"I've decided. I'll set up a meeting with the LNS after Malik's trial. That way I can focus on the case and throw that damn priest off my tail."
{Good choice.} Lich gave a rare compliment.
For nearly five minutes, Dylan sat in silence and just smoked. It was only a month since he got these powers, and he already had over 3 million dollars sitting in his account.
All the payments were made under the guise of legal fees. Thinking about it now, he could live a double life as a drug lord and the Cartel's lawyer— the picture was getting clearer.
{Focus on the present a bit. It's okay to forget the future sometimes. How do you plan to win the miracle case?}
Dylan scratched his head a bit and frowned— this was the topic he was trying to avoid. The only lead he had on this case was Moody Cruz, a suspect he could push the blame on but he knew this was insufficient.
"Discredit the eyewitness, challenge the ballistics evidence, shift the motive to kill from Malik to Manny Cruz, and then perform an emotional appeal to the jury," Dylan explained in detail. "If I'm lucky that priest won't be there, then I can use my charm to increase my chances of persuading them."
{You don't know who the eyewitness is…}
Dylan nodded with a bitter smile and poured himself some whiskey.
"They kept his identity hidden for safety reasons because Malik is a well-known gang affiliate."
He knew if he couldn't find out who the witness was, the case was lost. Suddenly sheets of rain pounded on the glass wall, startling Dylan.
"Heavy rain?" Dylan was stunned at how fast the rain broke out.
He noticed headlights turn on, and he walked toward the glass wall only to see the car reluctantly driving away.
The psycho priest was scary and even worse, the system claimed that he would lose in a fight against the priest. Dylan was silently waiting for the demons to arrive. He wanted to see just how strong this priest was with his eyes.
Dylan emptied his glass in one gulp and walked over to the bed where Clara was laid on her belly, naked. He pulled down his underwear and knelt over her— rubbing the tip of his cock on her pussy.
Mhm…
Clara let out a soft groan while the cat got wet. Her grip on her pillow tightened instinctively, waiting for the inevitable.
Squish!
Clara's eyelids flung open, revealing a mixture of pain and pleasure as Dylan's cock burrowed through her wet pussy in search of her womb.
Light gasps were let out before she bit the pillow while Dylan's hips fired away. Each swing struck the edges of her pussy, causing her to squint with pain, but the stinging pain was attractive— especially when his waist swung at an average speed of 5 sings per second.
Clara could feel her entire body go numb while the consciousness she only regained a moment ago began fading.
"Please don't stop… Break me!" She moaned what was left of her strength before passing out.