“Father Petero?”

Mwezi asked frantically. Somehow, when Asmias’ navy-blue pupils had flashed in Petero’s eyes during his failed attempt to take over. Something had unlocked in Mwezi’s mind and all the blocked memories had come back. In her car she had been sure that it was him. Even now she was a hundred percent sure that it was him. His appearance might be a little different, his eyes as she had noticed, changed colors, but it was her father Petero.

Asmodo wanted to ask Asmodeus for guidance but he didn’t get a chance.

                                                                                                                        “Well, this is my cue to leave, I shall return to my drinking escapades. See you around sons.” He hastily replied as he ghosted out of the mind link, shutting it down.

Asmias sneered.

                                                                                                                       “Hasn’t changed one bit that one.”

Mwezi frowned when she saw that Petero wasn’t talking.

                                                                                                                        “You are he, aren’t you? Did you fake your own death father?”

Petero debated for a while. If he said yes, he would have her. If he said no, she will never be his again. But no was the best choice judging by what Asmodo and Asmias had said the previous night. They would only go sleep around and hurt her feelings. He was against their behavior but as luck would have it, he was solidly a package, for eternity.

                                                                                                                          “The man you speak of died in a fiery accident. You remember, don’t you?”

Mwezi frowned,

                                                                                                                           “Then why were you at his house? Why did you kiss me then, why did you kiss me now? Why do you smell like him, why are you like him?” By the end of the rant, she was almost shouting.

Petero sighed before coldly answering,

                                                                                                                          “I can’t always have answers to all your questions and if I did, some are none of your business.”

Mwezi stilled at his tone and words. She felt hurt. Mwezi softly caressed her lips and walked to the door. She stopped before opening it.

                                                                                                                               “We are late, everyone is waiting.” She said and then coldly added,

                                                                                                                                “Don’t go around kissing women you can’t be honest with. Don’t ever grab me like you did today. I will kill you.”

Without waiting for his reply, she walked out, gently closing the door behind her. No matter how angry Mwezi was, she never banged other people’s properties. From the furthest corner of the corridor, Orthanos watched and listened and laughed. They sure were Asmodeus’ children. This time he could tell, that was the priests doing. Maybe he would hang around longer, things were getting interesting. As he stood enjoying, his phone rang.


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