Share
Chapter 51
A few minutes passed and Anderson slowly opened his eyes. His face was wet with tears and a deep frown was etched on his face. He had just lost something precious to him. Although he could not remember exactly what it was he had lost, he could feel it in his heart that he had not only lost something, but it was also something very precious to him. Anderson had no idea whether it was the mechanics of it or that was just how Suit had set it up just to torture him.
“Welcome back. I must admit, you were so close to surviving there. I was actually rooting for you.” The demon’s words brought him out of his thoughts. He glared at Suit, but he only stood there with a smile on his face, completely ignoring the glare he was receiving. Anderson did not even bother with asking Suit to return what he had taken because he knew very well the demon before him would not bother to pay him any heed.
Anderson sat up. He was finding a bit of difficulty in talking. He was
Related chapters
Stories at the Crossroad. (completed) Chapter 52
It did not take long for Anderson to wake up in the dark room again. “Eey. Look whose back. Did you miss me?” Before he could completely open his eyes, he heard a familiar hyperactive voice right beside him. Anderson slowly opened his eyes and saw Leash squatting beside him, staring down at his with a happy expression. Anderson felt the demon had spent too much time alone for him to be the way he was. Anderson lay there quietly for a while before finally siting up. He was now used to everything that was happening around him.Anderson looked around the room they were in. There was nothing else in the room except the happy looking Leash. Anderson wondered if nothing could be brought in such a place. He would have probably gone insane already if he had to stay in such a place even for one minute. Who knew just how long Leash had been in such a place, and how time flow worked there? It was no wonder the poor happy go lucky demon had already lost his mind. Anderson tur
Stories at the Crossroad. (completed) Chapter 53
Morning came quicker than Anderson had wanted it to. The blinds to his room automatically opened at the stroke of six, adjusting itself to the perfect angle to let in the right amount of sunlight. With the amount of money this world’s Anderson had made throughout his life, he had been able to properly live a life of luxury without care. Especially since it was all legal money, he had nothing to fear or worry about. Anderson knew as well that even if it was dirty money, he would still show and spend it openly without a care.Anderson quickly pulled out a gun from under his bed and fired two quick shots. The bullets entered a chair that was in his room. The target was none other than Suit who merely sat there eating chips. He smiled, declining to comment on the continuous futile attempt of Anderson to try and shoot him, leaving him to his, as he put it, therapeutic designs. “Good morning to you too.” Suit greeted.“Don’t you have anything be
Stories at the Crossroad. (completed) Chapter 54
The angel looked at Suit and unfurled wing about the same size as her from behind her. She lifter her head proudly, puffing out her chest in the process. “I told you. Today, nothing will save you from me.” She walked confidently towards Suit and raised her large sword with both hands without difficulty. With a hard swing, she struck horizontally with all her might aiming to decapitate Suit in one quick swing.The Angel had a victorious smirk on her usually stern face. She was already seeing the head of the meat body the demon was inhabiting rolling on the floor. Her only regret was being unable to save the person much sooner. With how comfortable and in control the demon looked, there was no doubt about the number of decades, even centuries the demon had inhabited the body. Usually, that mean the soul of the human had long since died.The blade was inches away from severing the demon’s head. That was until it stopped. No matter how much the angel push
Stories at the Crossroad. (completed) Chapter 55 - Book 1 End
Anderson took cover in the control room. He was fully geared in his tactical attire with all types of guns and knives hanging on him. He looked like he was preparing for war. His entire house was made from bullet proof glass. The house was located away from town, on a remote large acre of land owned by Anderson. It was because his work was dangerous and could easily attract enemies that he secluded himself away from town. His house was surrounded by multiple cameras at all angles in order to catch any intruder that intended on sneaking up on him. With the sudden disappearance of Suit, especially the look on his face before he disappeared, Anderson was not going to take any chances. He had no idea what the demon was going to prepare for him, thus he needed to be on the alert. It was at this time that he was grateful that his home was designed in such a way. Currently, Anderson was staring intently at all the cameras, but could not find anyone or anything out of place. That, h
Stories at the Crossroad. (completed) Chapter 56
Anderson did not know if he should be grateful for getting the opportunity to see his wife so many times, or to be angry that he was meeting her under such circumstances. In the report in his hands was a full-grown picture of his wife, Mary. It was obviously not his actual wife, but this world’s version of her. His actual wife was lying in a coma back on his earth. Anderson shook his head. That was right. His wife was in a coma back on his earth. All that he was going through was for her. Even knowing something like this, Anderson could not help but allow a small smile to appear on his face. Anderson remembered the mission before his frown appeared again. The mission was a dangerous one. Aside from it being about the person that looked like his wife, Anderson was beginning to regret taking the mission. The Mary in the profile was one of the world’s leading figures both in the light and in the underground world. She was one of the world’s richest and most powerful. I
Stories at the Crossroad. (completed) Chapter 1
“Black, why did I have to wear black?” A man trekked along the dusty roads which were deserted as the sun blazed down, occasionally creating mirages. For as far as his eyes could see there was absolutely nothing, which made you wonder why a person would decide to risk his or her life to come to such a heaven forsaken place.It did not help at all that he wore a black leather jacket over a black V-neck T-shirt. Yeah, very smart of him. The duffle bag hanging over his left shoulder was not making his walk any more comfortable. His car with his comfortable air condition had already broken down more than a few miles back. It was part of his stubbornness after all, because he was told the place he needed to find no car could go, but he still tried bringing it anyways. Not that it mattered to him anyways. In a way he was happy. It meant he was on the right track.Maybe the only consolation was that he was wearing his favorite jeans; a well faded tight-fitti
Stories at the Crossroad. (completed) Chapter 2
As he opened the lid he stared at the red liquid for a little while, letting his mind wander to how he procured it. He took a deep breath to try and calm himself but it did not really work. The putrid smell emanating from the now open container did not make things any better either. He pulled out a paint brush, dipped it into the red liquid and began painting a circle connecting each pole to each other. Next, he painted a hexagram in the middle of the circle with each edge touching the circle.He finally finished his ‘art’ with a few signs and symbols some similar to the ones on the poles and a few others different from the other. Even he did not really understand even after the old lady explained it to him while they carved the symbols. He could not, for the life of him, remember if they were Arabic, Sanskrit, or both. It might be a whole other language, who knew?Standing straight with his red dyed brush in his left and the now empty container in his righ
Stories at the Crossroad. (completed) Chapter 3
Immediately the hexagram painted on the floor began to heat up and burn increasing the already high temperatures in the area. Suddenly, black smoke emerged from the burnt hexagram converging in the middle of the circle as different faces and hands kept trying to force their way out of the smoke. Seeing the terrifying phenomenon happening right before his eyes, he surprisingly did not feel any fear. Only elation. The faces and hands in the smoke looked like they were trying to race out with each dragging the other behind.In the ‘back’ of the smoke, if that even made any sense, there was a peculiar face. Anderson would have missed it, if he hadn’t felt a chilling stare. When Anderson made eye contact, he saw the face smile. It begun to draw closer and closer until finally a humanoid figure walked slowly out of the smoke. The moment it did the inscriptions on the poles lit up slightly before dimming once more. The face of the figure was somewhat blurry and it
Latest chapter
- Stories at the Crossroad. (completed) Chapter 56
- Stories at the Crossroad. (completed) Chapter 55 - Book 1 End
- Stories at the Crossroad. (completed) Chapter 54
- Stories at the Crossroad. (completed) Chapter 53
- Stories at the Crossroad. (completed) Chapter 52
- Stories at the Crossroad. (completed) Chapter 51
- Stories at the Crossroad. (completed) Chapter 50
- Stories at the Crossroad. (completed) Chapter 49
- Stories at the Crossroad. (completed) Chapter 48
