Chapter Six: The return of Olivia Finn; PART 1

Loud police sirens disrupted the quiet night of London. The lights of their flashers served as lights in the dark alley in front of the hotel.

Hazel woke up to the noise she couldn't stand. She opened the window across her bedroom and was surprised at what she saw.

A police car was parked in front of a luxurious hotel just across from his sleeping apartment. She watched as police tape the entrance of the hotel.

It only means one thing. Something bad happened inside the hotel. She smiled. She followed the couple there, and she knew what her rival's parent's room number was. She threw the blanket on the floor and hurried down the stairs to her apartment.

She slammed the door of the apartment and hurriedly put on her coat.

She ran to the other corner and hid in a large tree just a few meters away in front of the hotel.

  She watched how the police did their job.

A woman wearing a staff uniform came out of the hotel door with a phone in her hand. She was pointed at something, and the cops followed her into the hotel.

While Hazel on the other hand.

 She took a bottle of potion from her coat. She opened the lid and poured the contents over her body.

She became invisible. 

She quietly followed the police up a nearby staircase that led to the next floor.

She listened to their conversation.

"Where are the dead bodies?" The police officer asked, locking his eyes on the hotel staff's worried face.

"In the VIP floor." The staff said, watching her steps.

"You know the suspect? Or perhaps saw what it looked like?" He is still looking at the hotel staff.

"He has black hair and-" The hotel staff was trying to remember what he looked like but the police officer interrupted her.

"Can you please repeat that, but at a very slow speed?" The police officer grabbed the paper passed by the other police officer.

The police officer raises his pencil and sketched a circle. He awaited the other features of the suspect.

"He has black eyes, wears a leather jacket, and looked like someone who is a fan of emo music. He has black hair and..."

The staff gulped.

"He also has black wings.."

 

The police officer stopped drawing hearing what the staff said. He looked at the staff and raised an eyebrow.

"Are you serious?" He asked, he didn't believe it had wings yet.

"Yes Yes!" The staff shouts. "It also has a bat."

The police officer scratched his head. He looked at his two companions.

One of them spoke, they stopped walking.

"Just draw it major." It says.

He scratched his head again, and he nodded. He added the features he had never seen before.

"Is this what the suspect looks like?" He showed the suspect's sketch to the staff.

The staff nodded. The sketch that the police made is just the same she witnessed.

They proceeded to the next floor without saying a word. Police want to see who the dead are before they search for the suspect. Whoever it is, they know the hotel’s special guest.

Hazel was happy with what she just witnessed. Whoever died he doesn’t care. She has an interest in the killer more.

They arrived on the VIP floor around one o'clock in the morning, and they saw what the reason for the fear of the hotel staff was. 

Two dead bodies is laying on the floor, bloody and lifeless. There was a large hole in the wall five meters away from the lover's corpses. It looks like the shape of a human being.

The police quickly ran to the lifeless body of the couple and looked into the cause of their death. A policeman took the man's body and showed it to his comrades. A police officer called the hotel staff.

"Do you know them?" He asked.

"Yes!" Shouted the staff. "He's Lance Allen," he added, simultaneously pointing to the man's corpse.

"And the woman is Kristine Allen. They're married ." The staff added.

More hotel staff came out, fear and apprehension in their eyes.

"Sir ..." said the male hotel staff, pointing at the hotel help reception he was guarding.

A police officer stood up and followed the man to his point.

Female hotel staff along with two policemen were left holding the deceased lover.

When they got to the help desk that the other side had a balcony it was cracked and shards of glass were scattered on the floor. Police were forced to step on the glass after seeing a feather buried in a layer of glass. He picked it up and thought.

Is what the hotel staff said true?

He looked at the male hotel staff behind him. He couldn't see the fear, but he knew deep inside he was terrified.

"Did you see the suspect have wings?" Police question.

"Yes major." It says. "Let me tell you what I saw."

The police officer nodded.

"This is what happened ...." He began to recall the crazy things he saw.

"I was preparing to leave and call my replacement on the night shift. I was with my friends at that time. When we suddenly heard a laugh, the glass wall broke at the same time."

He stopped and pointed to the former glass window that was now a passage to a balcony. And he went on again.

"We were shocked when the man hit the vases of our help desks decorative plants. We recoiled in fear when we saw it. We shouted after we saw that a purple orb came out. They talked, supposedly about a plan. He folded his black wings and placed his bat on his shoulders. All I remember is that it had sharp spikes. He ignored us and continued to walk.

We experienced a silence that was not normal. So one if the female companion called 911. "

He stopped again and asked.

"Isn't that you?" He asked.

That seems to be the end of his story.

"I see." Said the police. "Let's go back to your co-workers." It adds. The male hotel staff nodded. They stood up and started walking.  

Hazel smiled as she followed the two, she was about to find out who the suspect was. The two of them returned to their co-workers. The two of them returned to their co-workers.

"What's the cause of death, Jacob," Police asked, gesturing the male hotel staff to join his co-workers.

Jacob looked at his fellow cop and ripped a paper from a notebook.

"Loss of blood with marked spikes on the  lover's forehead." Jacob said, his eyes focusing on the paper.

"Is this Murder, major Mike?" Said their companion.

"Yes, it is, Aaron." Mike sighs, placing his hands on his waist.

"We need to tell the press about this, to warn everybody about that killer with wings," Mike added.

Jacob and Aaron nodded, and so did the worried staff of the hotel.

//

While in the air he watched the police car pull up to the london police station.

He closed his wings and landed on a warehouse roof. He sat on the roof, watching the stars in the sky.

He spread his wings and flew himself. He looked around him and quickly flew to a tree the size of which had swallowed a lot of a house.

He folded his wings and dropped himself into one of the large tree roots. He landed sitting on the root.

He looked up, there was paper hanging on its branches. He turned his head to the trunk of the tree, noticing Theban letters carved in it. He pulls out his glasses and the glasses magically translate the letters.

"Revenge is mine, karma is yours."

He smiled.

"This woman ..." He whispered, and he flew himself towards the trunk of the tree.

"I'm calling you a purple orb!" He shouted, and a purple orb flew into the tree.

It entered a circle of carvings. The orb glows and the Theban letters are one by one glowing. The papers danced in the air and there was silver dust emerging from the light that served in the dark night. He looked at the trunk of the purple tree. The Theban letters are gradually turning black. The trunk of the tree split in two, separating the two parts from each other until he could fully see a circle trap door buried in the ground.

He spread his wings and narrowed his eyes plucked and feather. He opened his eyes and his feathers parted at him, with blood dripping from its tip.

"Well that thing hurt," he said, simultaneously placing the feather of his wing in a hole of the trapdoor. He approached and the trapdoor opened, an orb appeared in front of him.

"Draven Black, is that you?" Asked the purple orb.

"Yes, it's me." He said, followed by a deep sigh.

He folded his wings and jumped into the small hole covered by the trapdoor. The trapdoor closed loudly, and the tree that had split in two returned to its former form. The glowing papers of the tree are also gradually disappearing.

As his wings helped him land properly he bravely faced his fear of the crowded holes. This is because of his claustrophobia disease. And he finally stepped on the ground.

He opened his eyes once looking at the hole above him. He sighed and continued.

He followed the purple orb once combing his dark hair. He looked at his fingers there were traces of blood. He is used to it since he is also a Death Angel who kills people who are destined to die.

He put his hands in the pocket of his pants. He pulled his hands out from his pocket and opened the door by twisting the doorknob.

He turned to a line of the doorknob, as it glowed as if there was a star hidden in it. The door opened and a second door opened for him. He pressed brick with black spots, and then the brick wall started to disassemble without hands moving it.

A few minutes passed and the brick wall became simply a clutter of bricks. He lifted his legs and beat the bricks. He put one hand back in his pocket.

He turned to the belongings in the room he entered. There were open shelves full of potions. A cauldron with boiling liquid was smoking across the room. To the right of the room and there is a large shelf, full of bottles of potions.

He turned his back and didn't notice Death. It floated in the air and he held up his scythe. His head is only one skull, protected by the cape of his robe.

"Draven, come with me." Death Said.

It flew and secured its scythe with its bony hand. If he let it touch someone, he will really get punished. He followed Death, into a room with a large tree planted. He looked under the tree, and there was Olivia Finn, mixing a liquid inside the cauldron. The room looks like a rectangular prism with a large hole in the middle. Its columns are earth and there are bookshelves floating above the ground. Everything floated, except for the witch's cauldron.

He spread his wings and flew to a chair that floated along with a table with a drink sitting on it. When he was seated, he took the drink and drank.

Blood Wine, he thought.

Death flew to the sorcerer's side. Draven finished the drink and flew flying across the room. He circled the normal tree and flew to the bookshelves floating. He circled a bottle shelf and decided to go down.

He folded his wings and landed next to the witch.

"What are we going to do next, Finn?" Death asked. "Vampires and ghosts have taken over the small cities of the United Kingdom." It adds.

"Let's let their son know what happened first," Olivia said, a trace of pleasure in her appearance.

"I'm going to their house tomorrow," Draven said, confident he could kill that girl soon. He bowed in front of Olivia.

"Good, and the Death." She looked at Death at once. She stopped mixing and let the smoke spread in the room.

"You will accompany me to choose the people to be brought to the Death Tree." She added, pulling the long sleeves of his dress into his collar.

"I will." Said Death.

Using his small eyes, he glared at her. Olivia smiled. She will conquer this country and will have her revenge after killing the child.

She walked out of the room with a smile. Leaving Death and Draven, they don’t know what’s on Olivia’s mind right now.

"If Lucifer hadn't just been fascinated by your beauty, the dying would have been balanced with the living." It whispered.

Draven glanced at him, mixed hate and happiness are in his face. He agreed with him.

There was nothing they could do because all their movements were being watched, and there was no Lucifer to be blamed or asked for a favor.

[Continued in Chapter Seven]

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