Parasite: To Kill A Supreme God Of War

Chapter 4

Sophia whimpered, and Robin swooped in with performative tenderness, lifting her into his arms. Cameras flashed. The crowd applauded again, louder this time — the perfect father they all recognise.

Krazy’s expression didn’t change, but something in his eyes went cold.

"You should never have come if you were going to give your daughter a fake gift." Adele hissed. She wish she could wash off the embankment she was feeling right now. How incentive could this man be? Why in the world would he put himself in a position to compete with Robin when he knows he could never stand the chance to?

Krazy raised a brow at her, "Oh, dear wife. That piece is not fake."

"Aren't you embarrassed? Jesus, Craig. How else could you have gotten such a piece?"

"Adele... Sophia needs you," Ava whispered to her.

"I hope you enjoyed the shame you've brought upon me," With that, Adele walked off.

While helping her daughter unwrap her gifts, Adele began, “Sweetheart,” she whispered, “do you know who that man is?” She gestured at Craig, who was in the middle of a conversation with Bill and Robbin.

“The one who gave me the pendant?” Sophia tilted her head. “Is he one of your friends?”

Adele smiled faintly. “His name is Krazy and he wants to be close to you because he's your fath...”

Sophia frowned. “Crazy? Um mummy I don't want to be friends with crazy people.”

Adele hesitated, then brushed her daughter’s hair back. “No.. not crazy.. Krazy... Mummy wants you to become close to him just like your Uncle Robin, okay? Because he's your dad."

Sophia blinked, confused. “But Grandpa said Daddy is my daddy. Robin.”

“No, baby…” Adele’s voice cracked. “Robin isn’t your real daddy. That man—” she nodded toward the table where Krazy sat, “—he’s your daddy.”

Sophia’s face twisted in stubborn refusal.

“No!"

Meanwhile, Bill was still having a conversation with Krazy when they heard a honk and 5 cars pulled up in front of their entrance. Each car was worth more than 20 million, one which no ordinary person in South River owns.

Who could they be?

With a curious expression, Hector and Damon rose from their seats. The car doors were opened and several men dressed in military uniforms stepped outside.

Their presence alone shifted the air — disciplined, sharp, commanding.

Leading them was a tall officer carrying a wooden box. He stopped directly before Bill Lancaster.

“Mr. Lancaster,” he said, his tone clipped and formal. “We were sent by the Division to present these pennants as a token of appreciation to your son-in-law.”

Bill’s lips curved, pride flashing in his eyes. “Ah, it must be Damon,” he said, turning to Robbin with satisfaction. “My boy’s service has finally been recognized.”

But Damon froze, confusion flickering across his face. Me? he thought, eyes darting between the officer and the box.

He knew what those pennants meant — rare honors, awarded only to the best. Not even the Colonel who trained him had received one. He had served, yes… but never achieved anything remotely close to earning one.

He swallowed hard, his chest tightening. Something wasn’t right.

The officer smiled and said, "Beneath it is a letter of invitation to our Banquet. We'd be honoured to have him and your family there tomorrow." He simply placed the box in Bill’s hands, saluted, and left as abruptly as he had come.

Bill lifted the lid slightly — the gleam of the golden embroidery catching his eye. His voice trembled with pride as he looked at Damon. “You’ve made this family proud, son.”

Damon forced a smile, hiding the unease crawling up his spine. Across the room, Krazy was having a taste of the cake when his eyes caught sight of Adele's expression.. She seemed to be so engrossed in the pennants and her sister's prideful expression.. he could see the envy in her eyes..

I mean who wouldn't? Her sister's husband seems to be the one getting all the attention and praise from the family.

"I wonder why Sucre allows these people to bring this to me even when I said I didn't need it," He sighed, shaking his head.

Soon, the party was over and while most of the family had retired into their rooms, Krazy was seen walking out of Sophia's room with a bedtime story book.

"I see you're trying hard to charm your way into her heart! Haha! Bravo!" Damon clapped, standing in front of Krazy, restricting him from moving.

"I don't wish you well with that," Damon tilts his head and smiles, "You've always been a loser and you'll remain a loser.. Everyone congratulated me on my invitation to the military banquet, except you.. why.. are you jealous of me now?"

Krazy laughed, "Jealous? Of who? You? I sure have better things to do with my time than to waste it," He shrugged with an unbothered expression.

Damon gritted his teeth. Krazy's laughter only made him pissed. He raised his hand but Krazy swiftly caught it. It was more like a reflex, catching Damon off guard, "If you're so confident about getting invited to the military banquet, why do you need my congratulatory speech to feel good about yourself?"

Damon squeezed his face as Krazy's grip on his wrist was becoming tight. "Let go of me, you loser!" He yanked his hands off and immediately took a step back from Krazy, nursing his hand that was now turning red.

"Thank your stars that a lowlife like you wasn't invited.. I'd have made life unbearable for you at the event!" He inched close, "Let this sink into your head.. I, Damon got the five Pennant, and you.. you're just a nobody in the military world!" He barked.

Krazy scuffed, "Keep saying that to yourself until you feel good," with that, he walked over to his and Adele's room.

When the door pushed open, Adele asked, "She finally fell asleep?"

He nodded, "I told you I could handle it."

Though both of them were husband and wife they found it suddenly awkward to sleep in the same bed after such a long time of being separated.

Krazy was about to lay on the floor like he did the previous night when Adele said, "Again?"

"No worries. I want you to be comfortable."

"Comfortable? After so many years?" She cleared her throat awkwardly, "One would think Sophia appeared out of nowhere..."

Back then.. they were helplessly In love with each other, they couldn't help being in each other's arms. But right now.. Krazy couldn't tell if it was still the same especially since he came back to the family's business partner acting the daddy role.

"Good night." Adele turned the bedside light off and slipped into the bed.

Of course.. They were more like strangers now than when they first met. Krazy knew It was because he left for a long time, but with Robbin being in the picture.. he doubts that they would go back to being lovers..

Throughout his years in the military, there was no one single day that went by that his two girls didn't come to mind. He longed to hug his wife, he longed to carry his daughter in his arms. And he will.. of course everything needs time and he isn't going to expect them to show that affection immediately.. he can wait.

"You and Sophia will always be my greatest gift," Krazy uttered.

At 2 am, when Adele had finally gone to sleep, Krazy retrieved his phone to send a text.

"If you want me to be present at the banquet tomorrow, remove 3 names from the attendant list." - Sent.

In less than 30 seconds, he got a response.

"Got it, General. All I need is their names and it will be done immediately."

"Hector Lancaster, Mr and Mrs Damon James." Krazy replied and dropped his phone.

-

The day of the event finally came...

The night air in South River shimmered with luxury — black limousines gliding to a halt, men in tailored suits stepping out beside glittering women draped in diamonds. Cameras flashed. Guards stood stiffly at the entrance to the Grand Imperial Hall, scanning invitation cards that blinked blue for access.

Adele tugged at Krazy’s sleeve as they approached the red-carpeted stairs.

“Craig, this is insane,” she whispered, eyes darting nervously. "You didn't tell me this is where you were taking me."

"Because if I did, you wouldn't listen or come with me."

“Sigh. We weren’t invited. This event is for top-ranking military officials and elite families. My father and brothers were the only ones invited — not us. Do you even realize what kind of people attend this?”

Krazy’s voice was calm, his gaze fixed ahead.

“Just trust me, Adele.”

She scoffed under her breath. “Trust you? Craig, even the richest businessmen can’t get in without a coded pass. People like us… we’re not even on their list.”

He turned to her — that quiet, unreadable expression on his face.

“Still… hold my hand."

Before she could argue further, a familiar voice sliced through the hum of music and chatter.

“Well, look who we get to meet in such a grand place!”

Hector and Damon stepped down from their sleek black car. Damon walked arm-in-arm with his wife, Lizzy. Their suits gleamed beneath the lights — arrogance radiating from every inch.

“Who invited you two?” Hector jeered. “Don’t tell me you’re trying to sneak in. Even with Damon’s position, not everyone in the family got the clearance.”

Damon crossed his arms, smirking. “I could only invite Father, Bruno, Hector, and my wife. As for you, Krazy—” he gave a low laugh, “—even if you begged on your knees, the guards would throw you out. So how are you planning to smuggle yourself in, huh?”