THE INEVITABLE HIM

A one night stand with a White waitress in a club was all it took to make him. He had no father but an owner he had. He owned him..turned him into the demon he is now. At the age of eight, he killed the humanity and love he had. "To make you strange and a worthy successor. I don't need any weakling." Akim always roared at him. The day he died the Devil got a free ticket to leave South Africa for good. Revenge from their rival Mafia gang was not in his plans. He wouldn't shed the blood of his people. He needed the for something better. To build a legitimate global empire. He worked his ass of to be a better version than Akim had in mind. He would own it all, by any means necessary. The world wasn't fair so don't blame him if he stumbled on you in the course of fulfilling his plans. You needed to keep up to be able to work for or with him. He had a family, though not perfect, the gang always had his back and so did he. At the age of twenty -six, Lucifer as he was popularly known by his close men was the most eligible bachelor, and the youngest richest business man in the country and beyond. He said it and he did it yet, there was always something else to do. Something better. He might be crazy for wanting to conquer the world, but that was his plan. Lucifer was never the type to run, he never backed down....and though a tiny part of him wanted to, he couldn't. His demons were part of him. He was his own devil. The part of him which thrilled at the site of violence and smiled at the pains and fear in the eyes of others strived and dominated his soul. He wanted out but who was he kidding, his demons were his source of power. Power, which sucks humanity out of him. Lucifer had made his name in the Europeans countries, but he felt that there would be much profit and a fulfilling tap into the culture of Africa which would in no doubt be a jackpot for him. He was a business man and so knew his fact. Africa....he dreaded and loved. He was sure of his target..where else but Ghana..a foreign environment. He was yet to find out that Ghana would give him the encounter of his life.... Kara, popularly called Nana is the "unwanted" bastard of the Agyemang family. Her mother Esther got pregnant with her white boyfriend during her college years overseas. Her mother came home with a baggage instead of the promised degrees. Being the daughter of a strict African home, ones thought would be to disappear for good and bear the shame alone. The family frowned upon her actions, turned their backs on her and was disowned by her father. Single handedly, with help from her uncle, her mother raised her to become a typical Ghanaian child. Even with her fair skin and brunette hair...she was in no doubt a Ghanaian by actions. Many often got confused yet her calm nature and respect for every custom of the society irrespective of it's flaws made her Ghanaian. Kara lived her life like a story being told. She drew her plans from the moment Uncle Kwesi sat her down and told her of the story behind her birth and why she didn't have a father or a large family. She knew who her father was. At least she had a picture of him, a picture shut away. She was satisfied with having her mom and uncle in her life. They enough for her, she convinced herself. Nana's greatest fear is repeating her mother's mistake...Don't get her wrong, she respected her mom immensely, she was by far the strongest woman she had ever know. That didn't change the fact that she would like to write some of her wrongs. Nor did it change the feeling which ate her up all the time...She was an accident and that was something that even she couldn't make right. Being the child of a single mother in a Ghanaian society, there was a lot to do and not do. No matter the amount of wealth, the society would always see you as the daughter of the unmarried woman and hence, you are required to put in much effort to everything you do. Kara wanted her mom to know n feel that her birth was her biggest achievement

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CHAPTER 3: Never a Dream

The alarm announced itself again with it's self again. She realised that nothing really changed. From the time of Abraham,it's the same as today. Man has just exaggerated things and termed them as modern. But the wisdom of today is the wisdom of yesterday. So what exactly is man fussing on. She nodded and smiled smiled to her thoughts. Some so called philosopher would kill to punch her with rebuttals should she make known her thoughts. She can't deny that some things just didn't make sense. For some reason she was angry with Samson. She laughed." It could have been done this way. This is ridiculous... Ahh...well..the ways of men aren't Your ways right? She looked upwards as if she was talking to someone. Closing the Bible, she said a word of prayer. It was now 5:20 in the morning. "I have to get dressed". She mumbled. Kara got startled when her door flipped opened as her mischievous, lively friend made an entrance. "Excuse me. I'm up already but you aren't. I mean you call me the sleepyhead but look at this." She dramatically spoke trying her best to imitate Ariana Grands. Kara giggled. Paro has been her only friend in their three years of college. The Indian girl was amazing to be with. She has lived in the State all her life and picked up their accent. Only her brown skin and Asian look betrayed her from tricking people into believing that she was an American and of course her native name, "Parvati" which she boasts of all the time. According to her, she was doing a favor to her country by keeping her name." Of course yah.. When I become a famous designer, a renowned designer... Global...mannnnnn....international. Imagine.. Miss Parvati Kapoor. Hold on...if Austin and I are you know ....married by then, I would surely take his name. But let's leave him out of picture for now....and focus on Miss Parvati Kapoor. PK". She would dramatically flip her hands in the air making gestures as though she was in the mist of a crowd with the paparazzi fussing over her. She would always try convincing herself of her origination. "Plus, I'm an Indian. I'm learning Hindu and some yah...stuff" She would confidently say but yet give a sheepish look as though waiting for her friend to hype her and support her claims. Kara would always pretend to be indifferent. "Herrrr...Maami...Narnar..reply me!!" Paro would scream and Kara would laugh at her friend's attempt to speak Twi. "Funny...I admire your efforts though." Maami, Narnar". Truth hurts Paro..you suck at Hindu". Paro would make a disappointed funny face and Kara would laugh her heart out.

They had been jogging quietly with each listening to music from their head sets. Kara didn't realise that she was smiling from reminiscing their moments together. Paro glanced at her and smiled as well. She would definitely ask what the joke was later.

"Lucifer...yeah kid, that's your name and that's what you are. You are my priced possession, don't ever forget that. Are you glaring at me boy!! He received a smack on his face. The palm so strong and course...his lips bled. Yet he refused to lower his gaze. Just that one act landed him a massive beating. Akim enjoyed thrashing him, punching him in the ribs and abdomen. He never touched his face. He regretted smacking him on the face. Funny, lowering his gaze after a beating always landed him on Doc's bed the next morning. And he wasn't going back there for the 11th time. That would mean that he was weak, couldn't stand some few beatings. Lowering your gaze when cornered meant losing one's honour. But that was his father. That psychopath was his father for Christ sake. He was just a ten year old kid. Or did he get all his facts wrong? With a lot on his mind, his body being numb from the whips, he fell and didn't get up. He just lowered his gaze. He stopped glaring. He was back to being a child who just wanted to be loved. He thought he had gotten over that. Hadn't he crossed that bridge? Akim roared in anger. "You are weak, just like your mama. She was weak the night I fucked the shit out of her. And she was weak when I striped you from her and freed her from her misery. The only thing she was good at was being fucked for money. Now you better get your shit together boy because I ain't gonna feed a weakling. You earn everything you are gonna get.!!! He squatted and pulled his hair to cease his gaze. "Never in your life repeat what you did today Lucifer". Akim hissed. Adriel was disgusted but as scared as fuck. Who said the devil lived in hell. He lived with the Devil. He stood right in front of him. In a jungle or forest or whatever they make of it. He was the son of the Devil and inevitably become the Devil. " Yes....sir.." He mumbled unwilling. Akim shoved him to the mud. "Get Doc to check you. The devil was handsome....a masterpiece. Do you know that." He asked. Adriel shook his head. " I will never touch your face. You boy..you are an exception. But I will clamp off your wings if you play hero again. Your back will be my playground. Got that!!! Adriel nodded.

Lying on his king size bed, he sighed from the memory. He is going to have to live with those messed up nightmares. Every night was intense and so real. His body ached. He was wet with sweat. He can't deny that maybe he had a good fuck. Mina laid on the other side of the bed with the sheet covering her naked body. She wasn't supposed to be there. Why the hell was she still in his bed. Be rubbed his eyes. He felt sloppy. "Get up!!" He roared, waking Mina up. "What...". She wines and lean in to kiss him which was stopped midway. He shoved her off roughly but pulled her to prevent her from falling off the bed. " I don't know why you are still in bed. Get up!!" He dangerously hissed. Mina got up and began dressing rapidly as if she was being chased. She had heard of his anger, but never wished to witness it. Was that what she was getting. But what the hell, she has been warming his bed, giving him everything for a week now. She was the longest according to her investigations. She thought they had something going on. She has never had an amazing one week nonstop sex in her live. The guy was a sex god. A killer in bed. A man who knew how to make a woman beg for more. Adriel drove his naked body off the bed and took his Samsung phone to make a call. "Luke, take care of her". He ordered all the while gazing at her. Mina gave him saucer eyes, filled with fear. What did he mean by " take care of her" she thought. Adriel frowned at her expression. "Lina, do one thing for me...delete my number. Delete this as well". He pointed to himself and herself as if he was talking to a child and wanted to understand simple instructions. "My chauffeur will sought you out". He sneered. Mina released the breath which she had been holding unknowingly. She didn't even have any problem with him getting her name wrong. She rushed out after an awkward thanks. But she didn't hear him wrong. He heard his mockery even as she ran out." Cheap slut. Why sleep with the Devil when you can't go to hell with him". That hit her. Lesson learnt she nodded to herself. Adriel took his iPhone. "Hakeem,...be ready to leave for Boston. Let's wrap things up quickly".

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