Chapter 4: Enter The King! - Part 3
"It was YOU! The blind guy!" Ramika screeched in a mixed feeling of surprise and shock, unsure whether to feel relieved that there was another man who could help her out or worried that he was nothing more than a punching bag.
The blind man sighed. "It's not 'blind man'... It's Yohan. That's my name. And for the love of god, I'm not blind—"
"Yo! Pick some knives, chilli powder, or any fire-related items... if we work together, we may survive—"
"Mister... Yohan. It's you, right?" Devitto interrupted her before she get to 'spoil' everything.
"Yes, Mister John. It's me... your regular punching bag. Can I know why you are doing what you are doing?"
Devitto felt grossed out at the thought of Yohan discovering his 'perverted' self, and Ramika couldn't help but notice that even an overpowered assassin like Devitto had bullied someone like the 'blind' Yohan.
"We are... dating! Yeah, dating. Thought we could have some fun, you know... So we stepped out and thought of doing something kinky, haha. Kinda embarrassing that you found us like this—"
"LIES!" Ramika yelled. Devitto stared coldly, thinking of how much brutality he could add to her death.
Yohan silently stared at them both, saying nothing, but smiling. All of a sudden, he jumped over the slab unannounced and slowly walked towards Ramika. Now, him being up close, Ramika saw his features clearly.
A black hoodie with a black sweatshirt underneath and a rugged, uncombed hairstyle, along with sunglasses, in the middle of the night. He doesn't even give the impression of a man, but a teenager or a young boy in his early 20s.
He quickly removed his hoodie and covered her up, humbling Ramika, who nervously pulled the hoodie closer to cover her bare body.
"As I said... I'm not blind. And I don't want to see you like this." He hissed into her ears and walked over to Devitto.
And that's when something clicked to Devitto.
'Hold on a second... Where was he? How—What was he even doing until now? How come I didn't notice him all this time?' zillion questions exploded in Devitto's mind.
"Can I ask something, Mister Yohan?"
Yohan nodded, but instead of letting John ask, he just straight up answered the question that John was about to ask.
"Cause, you're a fucking moron, John... A simpleton and a horny bastard, not able to see who is around and what is around."
"Huh? What?" Devitto exclaimed, taken aback. But it was getting clear to him, who Yohan was.
Yohan smiled and chose not to reply, letting Devitto figure it out himself. He pursed his lips and continued to stir his stale cold coffee, waiting.
"You're one of us... You're part of the underworld, too. Aren't you?" Devitto chuckled in disbelief, thrilled about the possibility; while Ramika turned towards her 'hope' and stared in disbelief.
'No FUCKING WAY!' her eyes widened, internally screaming.
Yohan slowly nodded, confirming it and walked past Devitto, while slurping the almost empty coffee cup.
"The decision was not taken by the 'Judges' of Oasis and the 'petition' is still under 'review'... so, I sincerely request you to call off your attempt and return," Yohan informed, not wasting any more time.
Ramika understood nothing that came out of his mouth, but she did understand that her fate hasn't been sealed yet; and also that Yohan was not an ordinary man, either.
Devitto chuckled hard at hearing Yohan's request and spat his hot saliva right back at his face.
"Take that and apply that to your dick, dickhead..." he retorted back. "I serve only to the empire, not those old bastards serving 'under' the empire. Did you get that? I received my order and I am executing it... Tell those Judges to fuck themselves—"
As soon as hearing from Yohan, Devitto fired back, as he came to his own realization that Yohan was nothing of a big deal and merely a messenger, or in the worst case, a white-collar official.
"Oh, and I thought whether I irked the wrong guy by bullying, but seems like you are not that worth... Requesting? Requesting to call off? What is this, a restaurant? Who am I, a cook?" he laughed out loud, mocking Yohan and his passive style of questioning and replying, while Yohan was not even mildly fazed or agitated.
He wiped the saliva off without making a fuss and pursed his lips, clicking his tongue in disappointment.
"Take it as a warning then, Mister John... if me, standing here and requesting you is not enough, then, please... Take This As A Warning."
An air of mysterious energy filled the atmosphere between the both. And Ramika felt it, feeling it unnerving.
Though Devitto was full of himself at the moment, he felt an aura of uncertainty whirling around the 'blind' Yohan in front of him. He didn't like the feeling of his basic instincts constantly itching him to take the leave and sleep it off; Something was telling him to retreat.
"You know what? Screw it... I'm killing you both," he said, swinging his pointy dull pocket knife at a bullet speed towards Yohan's ears; intending to kill him instantly.
But he hit nothing. He stabbed nothing but air. His eyes wandered and Yohan remained in the exact same position, unfazed and unconcerned.
There was a calmness to his eyes, but the aura around him said otherwise. Not discouraged by that, John threw the knife away and went for punching. He kept punching rapidly at the 'calm' Yohan.
Despite his impressive physique, including a mysterious clan background, well-built frame, towering height, and bulging biceps, John's punches were futile as he repeatedly struck nothing but air.
His furious punches generated a powerful gust of wind that caused objects to shake and move around him. Ramika's hair was blown by the relentless wind created by John's blows, and she feared that even one solid punch from him could actually kill Yohan.
However, John found himself unable to land a single blow. Yohan, having reached his limit, decided to pay some 'respect' to John's valiant efforts, finally raising his hand against the violent fighter.
*CRACK* a mighty sound of bone cracking was heard.
"Aaaaaaargh! My ARM!!!!" screamed John, tripping back and falling to the floor. Yohan stood with his left hand folded back and right hand up in the air, ready to fight.
'Not even steel can dent my arm, but this fucker... He crushed my arm completely. My forearm is completely split... FUCK!'
And before he gets to stand up properly, Yohan grabbed his filthy neck and swung him around and tossed him away like a wafer-thin garbage can.
*BOOM* *BAM*
With incredible force, the throw broke through the wall and caused the canteen to burst open, allowing the moonlight to shine inside. Debris scattered in all directions as John was hurled through the air, crashing into the nearby fountain and causing significant damage to the surrounding statue.
Ramika was in shock and screamed in disbelief as she witnessed the seemingly frail 'blind' Yohan man demonstrating such incredible strength.
Despite his defeat, John quickly formulated a plan to make amends for his actions while he rested under the fallen rubble. As Yohan approached from a distance, John summoned the last of his strength to push aside the stone blocks and shout, "STOP!"
Yohan respected John's cry and nodded at him to speak up.
"Hey... You need to understand. Let's work together, shall we? Let's just finish the girl off. She's a high-profile target. If not me, then another will come, then another will come, then another... You get it?" he proposed while panting and sobbing in pain. Yohan gestured at him to continue.
"She knows the Uncrowned King! THE UNCROWNED KING!"
"King of what?" Yohan asked, feeling absurd.
"The Uncrowned King! Haven't you heard about him? The legendary dude who murdered a lot of dudes... and women. She knows him. No records of his existence should be left, which means... she needs to go—"
"Goddamn, those people... Is that what they call me right now?"
Eyes of both Ramika and John widened endlessly. An air of strong silence followed as they both were stunned by what they just heard.
"They Call *you*?" Together, they asked.
Yohan pursed his lips and chuckled, embarrassed.
"Oh, well... if you are looking for the Uncrowned King or whatever they call it nowadays... Then, I am that Uncrowned King. Yohan Karvakarn."
Chapter 5: Favours From The Rotting Flowers
Warning - Mature Content.
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It was almost dawn, but Ramika was still awake with her widened eyes, reminiscing about 'that' night again and again, lying on the bed which was not hers.
It had been three days since Ramika met the 'Legend', but the man refused to answer her and merely advised her to take care and promised she will be safe from then. He even made her stay in his own room and found himself another room to stay.
'Why? Why, in the god-forsaken world, he would be helping me? He kills people for a living, for fuck's sake!' Ramika screamed the question 'again' in her mind, sacrificing another hour of sleep, pondering it.
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Far away, Diana Jones, the vampire princess, was busy watching over the sky from her window while holding an almost burnt-out cigar in her hand. The cold breeze hit her naked body and the woman who shared the bed with her a few minutes ago was wondering what was it she was seeing from there.
"Ah, honey... Do you want to share something? Any burden on your heart?" the woman laid on the bed asked, grabbing the pillow and cuddling it.
Diana smiled. "Yeah, but no thanks... It's not something that your tiny mind can comprehend."
"Oh... Well, I got paid anyway. Do you mind if I stay a little longer and leave after 10 or so? The sunrise is just starting..."
Diana flicked the cigar away and strolled towards the woman.
"Let's just do it one more time... My mind is not peaceful," she whispered and pulled the woman close to her.
"Why, though?" she asked while also moaning to her customer's touches.
"You want to talk or fuck?"
"Ah, hmm... Talk 'and' fuck?"
Diana nodded to her with a smile and softly massaged the woman's breasts. Strolling her fingers from there, she thrusted her fingers under the woman, making her moan deeply.
"He was a man I was engaged to. A fellow employee working at the same company as me..."
"Oh, an ex-boyfriend, huh?" the woman asked while panting and moaning in pleasure.
"Ex? That's a reach. You see, I was about to inherit the company since my dad was the owner... And I was just working as an intern to learn some work experience. I don't know what he saw in him! He asked me to marry him... That loser."
The woman licked all over Diana's neck while Diana continued to narrate, keeping what she was doing and what she was thinking separate.
"Hey, go down on me..." she ordered. The woman, sweating heavily, nodded and devoured Diana, like a beast, evoking a small moan from her as an appreciation.
"And... I was actually in love with another guy. A prince nonetheless. Strong, handsome, rich and influential as fuck. So, I was naturally angry at my father. Said my decision. Even got the loser to get thrashed by my prince and others... The loser eventually accepted his defeat and left the company..."
A voice of sadness peeked out, and a small drop of tears found its way out of Diana's eyes.
"What happened?" the woman asked. To which Diana, replied nothing. She pushed the woman away and covered herself with a long coat, getting up from the bed.
"Thank you for the service, darling... But I'm sorry I have to do my job."
*Bang!* Crimson-coloured Bullet pierced through the head of the woman, exploding it into pieces, as her lifeless body fell from the bed, leaking blood all over the hotel room.
"Like he said... You should have aborted the baby. Blackmailing a politician? Not a good idea. A mere phone call is all he needed to finish you... And Sorry, again."
She said, opening the door. A group of men dressed in plastic jumpsuits and carrying brooms and buckets, bowed to her, to which Diana nodded and gestured them to do their 'job'.
She wore the sunglasses and put her hands in her pocket, walking away to the elevator, in the deserted hallway, with nothing but a long coat on her.
*Ping*
Her mobile phone beeped. But the message she saw evoked all the raging emotions underneath her to boil.
"Yohan..." she whispered to herself, gritting her teeth. She clenched her fist and punched the elevator door; imprinting her fist on the iron-clad door.
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A FEW HOURS AGO-
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*KNOCK* *KNOCK*
Someone knocked on the door. Wearing white shorts and a grey sleeveless sweatshirt, a woman in her early 30s with greyish black hair and an eyepatch, grabbed her walking stick as she strolled towards the door to welcome the 'gentleman' who was waiting outside.
"I would have never thought that the day will come for the legend... to come back." She said with a smile and opened the door.
Yohan with a basket full of chocolates and flowers, smiled back.
"Good morning, sunshine..." He said with a hearty smile to which the woman chuckled, blushing.
"Stop calling me like that, weirdo..."
"What? It is your name, after all... Jennifer Sunshine."
"Yeah, yeah, now give me those chocolates!" She grabbed the basket and walked back to the couch, while also welcoming Yohan to get inside.
It was a house in the middle of a nearby forest, populated by tigers and elephants along with some deer. A house built with the eco-system in mind. No electricity, no products that harm the environment like Air conditioners or bright lights that could cause disturbance to the wildlife. It was a simple wooden home with appliances made of wood.
"Good lord, at least you have a couch..." Yohan sighed and made himself comfortable, resting on the couch, while Jennifer sat in her armchair opposite Yohan.
Though visibly scarred with knife wounds around her cheeks and neck, Jennifer was no doubt a gorgeous woman by every right - Ripped, tall, mature yet cutesy baby-faced. And Yohan, though years younger than her, still felt taken aback by her presence the same way he did back then.
"So, what made you pay a visit?" she asked as she simultaneously lit up a cigar.
Yohan took a deep breath. "I need a favour..."
"A favour? We did everything we could, Yon. You wanted to delay the hit, wanted to relocate the girl, give her a new identity... We did everything. I haven't retired yet, so I refused to take the assignment, to influence the dumb fucks idolizing me to do the same... What else do you need?"
Yohan maintained a silence, only nodding to Jennifer but not saying anything immediately. He took an envelope from his pocket and passed it to her.
"What is it?" she asked, refusing to receive the envelope until she hears the answer.
Yohan said nothing. He placed the envelope on the glass table and simply walked away.
"Just say it!" Jennifer yelled in an ordering tone. Yohan sighed and turned back.
"A request to meet... To meet the 'Judges' and... And reconsider the fate of Miss Ramika."
Jennifer's eyes widened, and she gasped. "Do you understand what that means, Yon?"
Yohan gritted his teeth and nodded. A painful contempt was visible in his face and he hated saying the words, he wanted to say.
"Yeah, I know... It means, I am coming back to the underworld one last time."
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