Dooming the mafia devil

DEATH TO DIVORCE.

"Till death do us apart."

That was my thought as I plunged face up from the height. As my arms flailed against nothing, the night air clawed at my skin, causing an excruciating pain from the open wounds on it. My vision blurred into a cold haze, before I hit the tiled floor with a loud thud. I felt my skin damp against the blood that pooled from my head.

I should be thinking of my life. Of my mother's funeral, the last time I'd see her smile, my happy memories with Rapheal.. but none of them existed. My mind was only filled with rage and fear that had brought me here.

To the edge of freedom and oblivion.

Like everyone's fantasy, getting married to a famous mafia billionaire was a dream come true. But in my case, it was a nightmare I wanted to escape. I still remember the first time it happened. He had stormed into the house, drunk as usual and when I tried to confront him, in hopes that he would at least apologize for his actions, he pounced on me till I went numb.

The funeral had ended quite early, after I managed to deal with the whispers and strange looks from the guests, thanks to the patches and maps on my face.

After I managed to hide the rest with my dress.

Earlier, the house had been oppressively quiet, as it always was when Raphael was away with one of his mistresses. My phone buzzed with a message I wasn't expecting – the hospital confirming what I feared; I was pregnant. My pulse quickened , a mix of fear and resolve flooding through me. I couldn't raise my child here.

The courage that surged through me made me sign the divorce paper, I had been hiding for months. If I wanted to achieve this feat, I had to leave here before he came back.

Everything was already set but while dragging my luggage through the glass hallway, I ran into Gladys, my husband's most treasured mistress. Her eyes scanned me with disgust.

"Where are you headed?"

"I.. I'm..leaving." I managed to stammer, clutching my bag tighter.

A bitter laugh rippled from her throat

"You what?" She pushed me with an arched brow. " If anyone should be leaving, it's Raph and not you!"

I gulped, gathering a small strength.

"Get out of my way."

"How ungrateful can you be, Yuanita? You should be thanking your husband for even stooping so low to marry you. Do you know the multitude of women that wish to be in your place?"

"They can have him for all I care!" I finally snapped, and pushed past her, dragging my luggage along with me. Her brown eyes followed me with a dark rage before she grabbed the picture from my tight grip.

"What's this?" She grabbed my shoulder, in another confronting manner, glaring at the white and black image of what was growing in me.

"This...this.." her lips parted in disbelief. "It can't be real.."

"Give it back!" I tried to snatch it from her, but she lunged, gripping them tighter.

"So you think I'm just going to let you leave like that?"

I stared at her in surprise. "This is what you have always wanted. You're supposed to be happy about it."

"You can get lost for all I care. But I won't let you go with what's his!"

My pulse hammered against my ribs. I wouldn't let her take this from me. This child was mine. My choice. My future.

Determined, I pushed her and grabbed the image from her.

"I let you have my husband, Gladys." My breath was haggard but I kept going. "I won't let you have my child too."

I pushed past her but her hand caught mine. We stumbled backwards before my heels hit the railings and I slipped.

What should have been a peaceful divorce, ended up being my death turn.

As I lay in my own blood, knowing I won't last long, anger washed through me. It was never my fault to begin with. Fate had only chosen me as a collateral. I stared at the stars above me, that shone bright and cold, indifferent to my suffering. My hand still instinctively went to my stomach.

"I'm sorry." I breathed in tears, cursing the heavens as blood gurgled from the corners of my lips, before darkness finally swallowed me.

YUANITA

A sudden searing light tore through the darkness, nearly blinding me. I gasped, trying to catch a breath of air, as the memory of life seeping from me, clouded my mind. My lungs burned, and my heart hammered roughly in my chest, like it was being ripped from its position. I let out a loud cry, as the pain felt too much to endure. A familiar metallic scent clung to the air with something I couldn't name. Heavy with panic, my eyes fluttered open after adjusting to the bright light, but all I could see was an endless stretch of colourful hues, like I was suspended in a painting.

I could remember I had died and in my catholic faith, I was to face judgement.

Could this perhaps be purgatory?

Suddenly, the pain I felt in my insides stopped. However, it was quickly replaced by a piercing surge of tingle, that crawled up my skin from my feet. I wriggled on the floor again, as I watched my muscles flex and stretch, the patches on my skin fixed and healed. A weight of something new which I couldn't recognize, filled me as my body disappeared into a huge wave of light.

My eyes snapped open again. But this time, the room was different. Dark and eerie, with black curtains stretching from the tall walls and red candles scattered all over the place. The table, fixed in the middle of the room, had unfamiliar weapons and bows neatly arranged on it. Not far from me, a high seat– probably a throne of some kind– was buried into the wall. It was exquisitely designed with diamonds and gleamed under the dark sky.

I looked around, trying to decipher if I could find something familiar and luckily caught sight of a mirror. It was fully covered with a red cloth, revealing only the down part which reflected my ankles. Gulping a hard lump of air, I took calculated steps towards the mirror and slowly unwrapped it. The sight I beheld made me gasp in awe.

My body, which was normally lean and malnourished, had become robust and ample. My hair had changed from short dark brown to a long wavy blonde colour, giving more hint to my newly double coloured eyes. I also took notice of the emblem- a chained black rose flower– perfectly tattooed at the top of my breasts. I had gone from looking miserable to looking irresistable in the blink of an eye. While I was still admiring my new look, a calm ethereal voice jolted me.

"Welcome," the voice announced.

I turned around to look for the person or entity but saw nothing. Defensive, I grabbed a knife from the table and flung it around, taking notice of the new strength that flowed through me.

"Who are you?!" my low growl echoed back at me, and I almost questioned my memory.

"You better show yourself this minute!!" I warned again, glancing around the dark room.

A shadow flew past behind me with the speed of light, and I turned in haste but saw nothing. It passed behind me again, knowing I wouldn't find it.

"Show yourself, you coward." I hissed before the voice finally spoke again.

"Do not be afraid, child." It tried to assure me, but I wasn't falling for that cheap trick again.

"Afraid?" I scoffed. "With the way things are, I wonder who the scared one is!"

"If you don't want me to be defensive, then show your fucking self!" I yelled back at him, although my shaky hands were giving me out.

"I have only come to deliver a message."

"This must be some kind of joke." I hated the anger I felt, which was mixed with fear. "Who are you and what do you want from me?"

A pause lingered in the room, longer with piercing torture of fright. Then, a black raven descended from god knows where and dropped an envelope on my feet. Curious, I picked it and opened it to find a neck piece in it.

Heart shaped, filled with a red liquid which couldn't pass as any other thing but blood in my eyes. The envelope turned to ashes in my finger and vanished.

Strange things were just happening here. But the surprising thing was that I wasn't even scared. It felt like I belonged here.

"You have been chosen."

"Chosen?" My brows knotted.

"To fulfil the wishes of the realm." I could feel an elation in his deep voice. "As a missionier."

Chosen?

Realm?

Missioner?

Was I in some kind of enthrallment?

"A what?"

Even though I try to deny it, everything that had transpired proved me wrong. My transformation, the power I felt and this place. It was anything but human.

"Look, I know that the things I'm experiencing are not normal. But, I'm not a fool to just give in to the mere talks of a voice I can't even see. How do I believe you?"

"You can't run from your fate." He simply replied.

"And being a missionier or whatever is my fate?" I retorted angrily. "You must be sick in the head!."

Before I could finish, the knife flew from my grip, twirled around in a threatening manner and lounged near my throat. An inch closer would drive me to my death.

Again.

"Watch your words." He warned.

I swallowed, fluttering my lashes in hidden fear.

"What... do.. you..want?" I stammered with a trembling voice.

"The world is greatly drowning in the malevolency of the evil ones." He began. "Due to this, a special group of people have been appointed to send souls beyond redemption to hell."

That was the longest he had spoken.

"So, I've been appointed to send souls to their doom?" He ignored my question, but I asked again regardless. "How do I even do that?"

"You have been granted special powers to accomplish your mission."

Special powers?

Instantly, another knife moved past me but I caught it between my arms. Almost immediately, I could also hear the bitter cries of a multitude beneath me. My eyes blazed red and I could see beyond the room, which was surrounded by a huge vast forest.

"That should be enough proof."

"But, you must undergo a full training on how to use your powers, before you can be granted a task."

I hated the fact that everything was adding up.

"Fine." I had to give in because there was nothing else I could do. "When do I start?"

"First, we have to take a vital precaution."

His last statement was followed by another surge of light that completely engulfed me, until I gave in to darkness again.

RAPHEAL.

I pushed through the tall frames of the trees, running to wherever my feet carried me. My heart pounded in my chest and my lungs felt so tired. My vision was blurry and stung hard. Given the darkness that eluded the forest, it all felt hopeless. Screeching cries echoed around me, increasing the fright I felt. I looked behind and the figure after me seemed to be advancing further. I've been running for hours but it felt like I was just moving around in corners.

Yet, I kept running.

I couldn't afford to be caught up by the monster behind me.

Another piercing sound caused my toe to hit a big stone. I tumbled on the thorny grass and rolled into a ditch. Cold chilly air kissed my skin as I flew down the pit which seemed to be unending. Instead, it got hotter and cut through me and a shrill cry escaped my throat. A strange sound rang in my eyes and I jolted from my sleep, to the sound of my alarm.

The fear I felt from the dream made goosebumps kiss my damp skin. I took heavy breaths as my eyes darted around in fear and fury. Grazing my fingers in the head board, the lights of my room came on and I breathed a sigh of relief.

This same soul-wrecking nightmare every night.

Grabbing the side table, I flung it to the other side of the room, clattering every single thing on it.

From the sound, one of my maids rushed in, her face laddened in panic.

"Lord Rapheal.." her eyes scanned me slowly. "Are you okay?"

I shot her a glare, ignoring her pity.

"Get out."

"But you don't look okay..." she tried to protest.

Grabbing a wine bottle by the other bedside, I broke it in her direction.

"Get out!!!" my voice thundered at her.

She scurried away before I could even finish, obviously scared for her life.

After trying to derive what my nightmare meant, for the untold time since my wife died, I decided to get on with my day. It's probably because I was yet to move on from her. Peeling out from my free pants, I slipped into a comfy gym wear and headed to the sports room.

What better way to clear your head than to keep your body busy.

My legs moved on the treadmill with swift speed, causing my muscles to flex and relax at intervals. I wiped the sweat that flowed down my body with my face towel, determined to outwork myself if it meant forgetting my bad dreams.

Even though it felt really pointless.

Just then, a lady in her mid forties walked up to me and pushed her tray–chilled bottled water and a glass balanced on it– with a slight bow.

Turning the machine off, I grabbed the water and gulped down immediately, as its coldness calmed my parching throat.

"Your bath has been prepared, Sir." She announced.

I dropped the bottle and strode to the shower to clean up. But while the cold water went down my skin, a warm body pressed behind me, before her arms crossed over to my chest.

"You seem to be stressed, daddy." Her soft voice remarked, gently caressing my bodily hairs with a slimy sickening aura. I grabbed her hands and flung it away.

"I don't like being touched while showering."

Staring at the mirror, I caught her flinch, which she swiftly masked with a seductive smile.

"I only wanted to make you happy."

Slowly, she turned to me and grazed my member on her thigh. Blood surged through my veins and the soft shaft turned to a hard bone.

To me, Bethany was a gross gold. Even if she's not the best I've had, she was very good at what she did.

Gripping her wrist, I wanted to stop her from going further but on second thought, figured I could also give her what she wanted.

It was a mutual feeling, afterall.

Grabbing her neck, I crashed my lips on hers which tasted like whiskey with a blend of vanilla, nearly intoxicating me. I grabbed her soft butts and raised her frame, slamming her onto the tiled wall. A small moan escaped her lips as I spread her legs apart and roughly slipped my hard dick into her.

She felt so tight and arousing, sending tiny sparks of pleasure all over my body. With a firm grip to her waist, I moved in her with needed strength, taking it to a hitting spot. She moaned loudly, as the walls of her pussy contracted on me, and its fluids pooled and trickled down her legs.

"Fuck me daddy!!" She yelled, her grip on my hair hard and needy with her back arched closer to me. Even though my hands were badly cramping from her weight, the pleasure felt too overwhelming. My pace increased, and my sac filled up gradually, which made a groan escape my lips. Faster and faster until I finally felt it at the tip of my dick.

"Suck me!" My voice thundered as I pulled out immediately and slipped into her mouth. She gagged, moving her lips on me with a speed that made my fluids shoot out on her face.

"Thank you, daddy." She chimed with a smile on her face. Ignoring her, I cleaned up myself and walked out, to get ready for the day.