"So, you’re really here?”“Clearly.”“Who’s taking care of your woman?” “Kaiser.”Kathleen glanced at Scott’s motorcycle and back at him. She’s been hanging with the guy since the day he started dating Samantha but she really can’t stand his guts up until now. They locked eyes for a moment until they realized it was a stupid thing to do. “Where’s Christian?” He asked. “Already gone to work. We need an early start. We better get going,” Kathleen snorted. “Perhaps we should.” Kathleen closed the gate and made her way to her car. Takumi will be waiting at the shop around the same time. She offered to give him a ride since it’ll be handful if they travel apart. She left without waiting for Scott. He’ll catch up after all. *** Takumi shove his slender fingers at the back of his neck as he was stealing glances at Scott who’s sitting a table away from them. “So, you really decide
Frowning by his mistake, Takumi sighed, wondering if he should say something. And if so, what would it be? He could feel the tension between Kathleen towards the two men in front of her. Apparently, Tomoya and Samantha also had a tragic past but the thing between them still remains a mystery and even Takumi, being Tomoya’s closest friend and cousin, didn’t have any idea. Time ticked 4 AM. They waited patiently for Tomoya to finish studying MaTet's profile while Takumi is quietly absorbing the new bit of information Kathleen told him about the two. Clapping his hands, Tomoya leaned on the couch. “Got it!” He snapped. “This person sure is a master of technology for hiding its information too well, more like a deep web. Anyways, I can now easily access this account. Just give me about two to three days, but doing so, we’ll be invading someone’s privacy and you know I’m against that matter, niisan,” his lips pooched. “Unless you tell me what
It was very late, nearly 2 AM. Christian laid down on his bed and stared at his phone above a newspaper on the bedside table. Samantha’s case has been over the record and it's really disturbing. Lots of fake news keeps popping out of nowhere and he became one of the media targets since he’s one of Samantha's closest friends. At this point, Christian wasn’t entirely certain if he’d say something to at least defend his friend or remain silent and avoid everything. He can’t seem to trust the media’s intention to clear his friend’s name regarding the issue about her being related to demons. Kathleen has been gone for three days and those nights of her absent, he’s been suffering from insomnia. Something is bothering him; he feels like he’s not alone. He could feel eyes staring through his soul ever since Kathleen left. Christian shook the thought off and tried falling asleep but minutes past and he only felt more awake. He turned to his side and looked out the window.He b
The woman sighed, scratching her head in rather amusement or frustration. “Damn it!” She chuckled, staring at the screen of her laptop. She just opened it and a logo of a bug popped up. “Who in the motherfucking earth have the god-like skill to hack my account?” She yanked her glasses off her nose. The screen, in front of her, blurred into unfamiliar shades of colors. Her breaths went unsteady as she shoves her phone beside her when it rang. A call from an unknown number. She stared at it for a couple of seconds and was about to answer when the caller hung up. She sighed and shrugged the thought off when it rang again. This time, she was able to answer, however, remained silent. No one’s talking on the other line as well, but she could hear deep breaths. She immediately hung the call up and threw her phone on her bed. “Damn pranksters!” She backed over her laptop and hovered her mouse. She tried clicking the X button to close the tab but
The full moon, hanging in the odd starry night sky, turned brighter which fashioned the pastures into a peculiar topography of tarnished silver and spaces of partial illumination. An absence of visible light was stretching behind every creature around the dim corners of the place which were silenced as two nocturnal critters landed on a fence, railing the herd of bisons. Unable to stay still as the familiar creatures bounded over them, their grunts echoed throughout the cold breeze. “You’re scaring the cows, geez!” The woman in white Victorian nightgown, intoned as she landed next to the man who’s wearing a white medieval renaissance clothing. Her, black as ebony, hair swayed through her waist as the cold wind brushed against her pale cheeks. “Pardon me by stating the obvious, however, these ain’t cows, my love,” Rener, an archdemon, chuckled as he held the hand of his lover. A thin smile curved on the fallen angel's lips as she moved cl
Kathleen stretched her arm inside her purse and dragged her phone up to the table. It took twelve hours for her brain to digest everything Theresa said at the morning; it’s almost sunset. Christian’s name suddenly flashed on the screen. “Aren’t you gonna answer the call? That person might have something very important to say.” Kathleen turned right to see Christian beaming. He had his phone pressed against his right ear, waiting for her to answer his call. “I’m sorry, I was just about to,” she smiled, forcing herself not to sound sullen. Christian’s expression softens as he walked towards her, slipping his phone inside his pocket. “And you might not,” he sat to where Tomoya was a while ago, eyes roaming. “I was hoping I’d catch Samantha’s friends here; I think I came too late.” “They had left not too long before you arrived; what brings you here?” Christian’s brows cocked. “Uhm, to chill? Home’s a bit suffo
“Hey there, sunshine!” Theresa scratched an eyebrow the moment she heard Tomoya’s thin voice. He’s still at far distance, she could barely see him yet, but his voice could travel faster than light. She never intended to meet up with him, but the kid is too pushy. Besides, he has the grimoire and the only person that could decipher those hell of a what-not-characters she’s never seen before. As he drew closer, Takumi, who’s just beside him, finally showed up in the picture from her position. He has been covered by the tall, well-trimmed bushes outside the book shop that he had to step closer in order for him to be seen. Theresa’s nose scrunched when she realized she’s been staring at him for more than a minute. She couldn’t blame herself though; Takumi’s indeed a catch. The man came from a wealthy and respected family; thus, he dresses very well, speaks very well just like an educated and extremely intelligent person that he is. His good look’s just a bonus; his love fo
“Hello?! Are you still there? Is your brain experiencing major factory reset?” Theresa gasped when Tomoya waved a hand right on her face. “Have you gone mute as well? My cousin here’s not talking since we met today,” Tomoya chuckled, she could feel his voice vibrating in her eardrums. She eyed him and Takumi who’s standing beside his cousin, eyes pinned on her. She then looked from side to side only to find out that they're still inside the shop. She looked at the clock which hangs on the wall just behind Tomoya. It's ticking. It’s working. God! That was another one. Theresa thought, bitting her lips in horror after a vision flashed in a matter of seconds. It was fast yet full of questionable happenings. She doesn’t understand what’s happening anymore. Her vision’s no longer complementing each other. It’s as though someone’s already altering it as they speak. Her eyes travelled to meet Takumi’s. Could it be that it’s him?
[Continuation of Chapter 78] “The phantom caller is in her house.” Dryzza bit her fingernails, her frustration unspoken but obvious. Sai and Esmeralda, though understanding her plight, were bound by strict protocols, unable to offer her any solace. The phantom caller’s ominous warning of a catastrophe within three days weighed heavily on them all, but procedure left them paralyzed. Zach, usually confident, was equally restrained. Despite his awareness of the supernatural stakes and their past encounter with the phantom caller, he heeded Tomoya’s stern warning to avoid further involvement. Yet, with human lives at risk, abstaining felt like betrayal. The phantom caller’s threat was not just a warning; it was a grim countdown that demanded action. The team wrestled with the tension between duty and morality, knowing that their inaction could lead to tragedy. Tomoya’s caution offered safety but no solutions, forcing them to consider breaking ranks to confront the encroaching dark
Tomoya leaned back against his car, his arms crossed defensively as though they might shield him from the piercing gaze of the woman standing before him. Dryzza, a force to be reckoned with even on her worst days, stood opposite him, her face pale, her exhaustion evident. Dark shadows framed her eyes, betraying sleepless nights. Yet despite her weariness, her presence held an unyielding authority that made Tomoya’s discomfort intensify. "What?" he asked, feigning nonchalance, though his mind raced. Knowing Rener had already entered this woman’s dreams made him uneasy. The last thing he wanted was a confrontation with her—it could derail the delicate events set to unfold later that evening. "You tell me," Dryzza snapped, her tone sharp but laden with fatigue. She paused, as if assessing whether she truly had the energy to deal with him. "What are you doing here?" Tomoya smirked, a feeble attempt to mask his anxiety. Pushing himself off the car slightly, he gestured to his ve
Tomoya dragged himself back home, his mind and body weighted by the events of the night. He didn’t bother dwelling on Jess’s fate if her accomplices realized the grimoire he’d handed her was a forgery. Exhaustion had dulled his senses, and the moral complexities of his choices faded into the background. Reaching his condominium, he allowed the familiar silence to envelop him. He assumed Kathleen was in good hands with Theresa, sparing him one less worry for the night. Collapsing onto the couch, Tomoya felt the day’s tension seep into the room. The empty space around him, although spacious, felt oppressive, as if the walls themselves carried the weight of his secrets. Pulling the grimoire from his coat pocket, he placed it carefully on the table next to his laptop. The book’s presence filled the room with an ominous aura, a silent reminder of his uneasy alliance with Rener. The thought of working with Rener makes his skin crawl. What would Takumi think if he found out? The betr
Tomoya slumped into the driver’s seat, gripping the steering wheel as his mind spiraled. “Now what?” he muttered, his voice a mixture of self-loathing and panic. He replayed the moment he handed the grimoire to Jess, realizing with mounting horror that he had fallen prey to Rener’s manipulations. His fists clenched as frustration overwhelmed him. “You absolute idiot!” he berated himself, his voice echoing in the stillness of the car. “You trusted a demon. A demon! What the hell were you thinking?!” He kicked the floorboard like a petulant child, trying to vent the storm raging inside him. He was still seething when a movement in the rearview mirror caught his eye. “Holy shit!” Tomoya nearly leaped out of his seat as he spotted Rener, lounging in the backseat as if he belonged there. His calm, unbothered demeanor only added fuel to Tomoya’s anger. “You!” he pointed accusingly, his voice trembling with disbelief and fury. Rener’s dark eyes met his through the mirror, a faint smirk p
The hospital cafeteria exuded an almost eerie stillness despite the occasional clatter of cutlery and murmured conversations. Its sterile, fluorescent lighting gave everything a pale glow, and the faint smell of antiseptic mingled with the aroma of cheap coffee. Tomoya sat across from Jess, his body language rigid and unwelcoming. The tension between them was palpable, thick as the silence that had settled around their table. Jess had barely touched her salad, her fork occasionally poking at the lettuce while her gaze remained fixed downward. "How’d it come to you that I would just hand you the grimoire that easily?" Tomoya’s voice cut through the silence, his tone sharp and laden with irritation. His arms were crossed, his posture unyielding. It wasn’t in his nature to entertain vague requests, especially not when they revolved around something as dangerous as Samantha’s grimoire. Jess’s unwillingness to provide any meaningful explanation only fueled his skepticism. Jess shif
“We clearly severed all ties long ago. Why is he still meddling in my affairs?” Takumi's voice was sharp, laced with an unmistakable irritation, as he slammed a hand down onto the round table between them. The sound resonated through the quiet room, highlighting the tension that had hung since Tomoya arrived. After his strange encounter with Rener, Tomoya had come to Takumi without delay to relay the archdemon’s unexpected proposition. Now, sitting across from his cousin, he could see Takumi’s simmering resentment—a bitterness that seemed to have settled within him long ago. Tomoya managed a wry smile. “I’d never know his true intentions,” he replied with a hint of sarcasm, leaning back in his chair. “But, whatever his motives are, we both know he genuinely cared for you once.” His tone softened as he finished, a subtle reminder of the past that even demons cannot erase. Takumi froze, the sarcasm seeping from his own expression, replaced by something harder to decipher. His ga
Rener remained standing, merely raising a hand in polite refusal. “No need,” he said, his voice a low resonance that seemed to echo off the walls. “I’m only here for a little pep talk.” “Pep talk?” Tomoya raised a brow, feigning confusion even as his mind raced, grasping for the direction of the conversation. He knew all too well that Rener rarely appeared without purpose, and his visit now only served to confirm Tomoya’s darkest suspicions. “What for?” he asked, his tone guarded. “And in case you’re here to see Takumi-niisan, he’s out.” Rener shook his head slowly, his expression unchanging. “No,” he replied, his gaze sharp, “I came to speak with you personally.” Tomoya’s guard rose, and he decided to press forward before Rener could steer the conversation further. “If you’re here to convince me to stop nii-san from opening the portal, you’ll be disappointed,” he said, his voice cool but unyielding. “Even if you’ve claimed his heart, his connection with Agatha can neve
In the cool, dim light of the police precinct’s entrance, Tomoya felt his nerves on edge, the weight of his recent discovery bearing down on him. The information he’d unearthed in the police database had made it painfully clear—Jess was no ordinary woman, and her connection to the Takahashi case was undeniable. Though his heart raced with the excitement of finally untangling some of the puzzle, his mind buzzed with the complications this revelation brought. He was drawn here, to this place, by an undeniable urge to confront Jess, yet as he crossed the threshold, he saw no familiar faces among the precinct’s busy, bustling crowd. No sign of Zach, Esmeralda, or anyone else he’d anticipated seeing. It was strange, but he felt a pull towards Dryzza, the detective whose skill had uncovered pivotal elements of the Takahashi case. Her name had popped up so often in his search that he felt almost as though he knew her—though not a face in the precinct was familiar to him. He hadn’t
The afternoon had settled into an unsettling quiet. The wind brushed gently, yet coldly, across the cityscape, weaving through empty alleyways and rustling through bare branches as though whispering secrets. The sky was cast in a muted gray, thick clouds obscuring any hint of sunlight and casting shadows across the streets. Distant sounds, a dog barking, a faint siren, echoed faintly and faded as quickly as they came, amplifying the eerie stillness. It was the kind of day where time seemed to pause, hanging heavy with an inexplicable weight, as if something significant were lurking just beyond the silence. From his vantage point on the hospital rooftop, Tomoya watched Esmeralda and Zach as they departed, their figures gradually disappearing into the distance. They had come, as Tomoya knew they would, to speak to Takumi, hoping he might grant them access to the ruins of the Takahashi manor. But as expected, Takumi had refused, his response curt and his demeanor wary. The weight