"You didn't notice the demons until you got close. Don't you find that weird?" Seated Dora said.I did sense something off earlier when we arrived, but never imagined that 20 demons would make here their hiding place. I answered, my sword in hand — demon blood pouring down to the tiles.Don't mind her, brother, Jubi chuckled. You did more than words can describe."What's funny, Jubi?" I met his gaze head-on.You haven't seen it have you? Prestige stood at the entrance into the hallway.What do you mean? I touched my face frankly, nothing felt odd. My chest, legs and back all felt alright.Its your eyes brother. Dora stared, fingers playing with each other.My eyes? I walked towards the mirror hung on the wall.When you woke up in the car, your eyes had changed — Jubi sharpened his machete.They are. "Green." My hair suddenly is brown, I looked at my reflection — my right hand moving across my head.And its beautiful brother, Prestige muttered still standing at the door.So what else d

The rain kept pouring hard, turning the ground into slippery mud mixed with blood. I jumped over the broken walls, chasing that big demon. My blade felt alive in my hand, vibrating like it was hungry for more. The creature had fully changed now—taller, with spikes growing out of its shoulders and arms. Its eyes burned deep red, like hot coals in the dark.I landed in the middle of the next street. Crushed cars and fallen electric poles lay everywhere. The demon roared again and charged at me, swinging that long spear like it wanted to cut the world in half. I slid under it, feeling the wind from the swing brush my face. Then I spun and slashed upward. My blade caught its side, cutting deep. Black blood sprayed out, mixing with the rain.It didn't stop. These grade 3 demons never quit easily. It turned fast and kicked me in the chest. The hit lifted me off the ground and sent me crashing into an old shop. Glass and wood exploded around me. Pain shot through my ribs, but I laughed. The

The demon's laugh rumbled low, like gravel grinding in its throat. Its four arms flexed, bone plates shifting with wet clicks as it raised the massive machete. Rainwater dripped from the bunker ceiling onto its horns."You want to end the ritual?" it said, almost amused. "Boy, the ritual is already ending you. Abuja is just the first bite."I didn't waste words. I moved.It was faster than I expected. The Grade 3 demon lunged, swinging the welded hunk of metal like it weighed nothing. I ducked, feeling the wind slice over my head, then rose inside its guard and drove my blade straight into the soft spot beneath its rib plates. Black blood sprayed across my face, burning like acid.The demon roared and backhanded me. I flew across the room and slammed into a concrete wall hard enough to crack it. Pain exploded in my ribs. I tasted copper.But I was already pushing off, charging again. Flames crawled up my arms, darker now, hungrier. The sword came alive in my grip.We crashed together

The first light of dawn crept through the cracked windows like a thief, pale and hesitant, painting the dusty bedroom in shades of gray.I hadn't slept more than an hour or two. My body was too wired from Kane's power, and my mind kept replaying his final whisper about being a gardener in Heaven. That shit gnawed at me. What if some of these demons truly weren't monsters by choice? And here I was, ripping out their hearts and swallowing them like street food.My hands flexed on the hilt of my blade, still resting across my chest. The dark flames had cooled to embers, but the hunger... it was louder now. Deeper. Like something inside me was waking up and demanding more.Down the hall, I heard movement. Jubi's low groan as he shifted on his mattress. Dora murmuring something to Prosper. The soft pad of bare feet on tile—Prestige, probably checking on everyone like she always did. Family. Broken, bleeding, but still holding on in this godforsaken world.I pushed myself up, ribs aching bu

The convoy pushed deeper into the night. The ruined highway stretched out like a scarred vein beneath our tires. In the distance, Abuja's glow pulsed on the horizon — ugly red veins of light threading through the broken city outline, like something alive and breathing under the skin of the capital. It made my stomach twist.Kane's words echoed in my head with every heartbeat: circles drawn across the nation, hundreds sacrificed, kings being born from blood and ancient chants. The power he had given me — or rather, stolen — burned hotter in my veins the closer we got. It felt as if the power could smell the ritual smoke ahead.I've eaten a few demons, including the bastard at the military base, none threatened to break me, like kane's power is doing right now.I shifted uncomfortably in the passenger seat, trying to ignore how tight my bones felt under my skin. Jubi glanced over at me, his face half-lit by the dashboard lights. Sweat beaded on his forehead despite the cool night air co