Parasite: To Kill A Supreme God Of War

Chapter 4

Robbin swooped in with exaggerated gentleness, lifting Sophia into his arms as if he had rehearsed it. Cameras flashed. Applause rose a second time — louder, warmer — the perfect father everyone adored.

Krazy didn’t blink, but something in his eyes iced over.

Adele turned, embarrassment simmering beneath her breath.

“You should never have come if you were going to give your daughter a fake gift,” she hissed. Her skin crawled with humiliation. How could he put himself in a position to compete with Robin? How could he be this foolish?

Krazy only arched a brow.

“Oh, dear wife. That piece is not fake.”

Adele’s voice cut sharp. “Aren’t you embarrassed? How else could you have gotten something like that?”

“Adele… Sophia needs you,” Ava murmured, tugging her sleeve.

Adele shot Krazy one last look. “I hope you enjoyed the shame you brought on me.”

With that, she walked off.

While Sophia unwrapped another gift, Adele whispered, “Sweetheart… do you know who that man is?” She nodded toward Krazy, sitting at a table with Bill and Robin.

“The man who gave me the pendant?”

Sophia blinked. “Is he one of your friends?”

Adele forced a thin smile.

“His name is Krazy and he wants to be close to you because he’s your fath—”

Sophia frowned. “Crazy? Mummy, I don’t want to be friends with crazy people.”

Adele rubbed her daughter’s hair. “No… not crazy. Krazy. Mummy wants you to get close to him just like Uncle Robin, okay? Because… he’s your dad.”

Sophia stiffened. “But Grandpa said Daddy is my daddy. Robbin.”

“No, baby…” Adele’s voice cracked. She nodded toward Krazy. “That man… he’s your real daddy.”

Sophia shook her head violently. “No!”

—

Bill and Krazy were still speaking when a sharp honk cracked across the estate. Five cars rolled in — each worth more than twenty million. Heads turned. Conversations froze.

Who could these people be?

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

Damon and Hector rose immediately. The cars’ doors opened, and military officers stepped out with rigid precision, their presence slicing through the atmosphere.

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

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

Bill’s pride surged. “Ah, it must be Damon,” he announced, glancing at Robbin. “My boy’s service has finally been recognized.”

Hearing this, Damon… froze.

Him? His pulse thudded, confusion flickering across his face. His eyes darting between the officer and the box. He had served—but he had never earned anything like this.

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 continued, “Inside is an invitation to our banquet. We would be honoured to have him and your family present tomorrow.”

He placed the box in Bill’s hands, saluted, and left as quickly as he came.

Bill lifted the lid. Gold embroidery gleamed.

“You’ve made this family proud, son,” he said, almost breathless.

Damon forced a smile that didn’t touch his eyes.

Across the room, Krazy ate a bite of cake and caught Adele staring at the pennants, envy tightening her features. Her sister’s husband receiving praise… it stung.

Krazy exhaled.

“I told Sucre I didn’t need this. Yet he still sent them.”

The party eventually ended. Most family members had retired when Krazy stepped out of Sophia’s room with a bedtime storybook.

Damon blocked his path, clapping mockingly.

“I see you’re trying hard to charm your way into her heart. Bravo. I don’t wish you luck.”

Krazy didn’t react.

“Everyone congratulated me on my invitation to the banquet… except you,” Damon said, smirking. “What’s wrong? Jealous now?”

Krazy laughed lightly. “Jealous? Of you? I have better things to do than waste energy on that.”

Damon’s smile vanished. He raised a hand to strike him—but Krazy caught his wrist midair, effortlessly. “If you’re so confident about the invitation,” Krazy said quietly, “why do you need my congratulations to feel validated?”

Damon’s wrist reddened under Krazy’s grip.

“Let go of me, you loser!”

When Krazy did, Damon stumbled back.

“Thank your stars you weren’t invited,” Damon spat. “I’d have made your life hell at that banquet. I got the five pennants. You’re nothing.”

Krazy scoffed.

“Keep repeating it until you feel good about yourself.”

Then he slowly walked to the bedroom.

Adele looked up as the door opened.

“She finally fell asleep?”

He nodded. “I told you I could handle it.”

Despite being married, the room felt foreign. Quiet and awkward. 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 moved toward the floor.

“Again?” Adele said.

“No worries. I want you to be comfortable.”

“Comfortable? After so many years?” She tried to laugh but failed. “One would think Sophia appeared out of nowhere…”

They used to cling to each other like magnets, craving each other’s presence. 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 murmured, switching off the lamp.

They lay there — strangers wearing the memories of lovers.

Krazy stared at the ceiling. Years in the military… and not one day passed without thinking of them. His wife. His daughter. The family he should never have left.

“You and Sophia will always be my greatest gift,” he whispered into the dark.

At 2 a.m., once Adele was asleep, Krazy picked up his phone.

“If you want me present at the banquet tomorrow, remove 3 names from the attendance list.”

Sent.

The reply came in under thirty seconds.

“Got it, General. Give me the names.”

“Hector Lancaster. Mr and Mrs Damon James.”

Sent.

He set the phone down and went to sleep.

The evening of the banquet arrived.

South River glittered with wealth — black limousines, men in tailored suits, women in crystals and silk. Cameras flashed. Guards scanned invitation cards with glowing blue screens.

Adele tugged Krazy’s sleeve at the stairs.

“Craig… this is insane. You didn’t tell me this is where we were going.”

“If I did, you wouldn’t have agreed.”

“We weren’t invited,” she hissed. “Only my father and brothers were. People like us — we can’t walk into this place.”

Krazy’s expression stayed unreadable.

“Just trust me.”

“Trust you? Craig, even the richest people can’t get in without coded clearance. We aren’t—”

“Hold my hand.” Krazy held her smoothly.

Before she could argue, a familiar voice sliced in.

“Well, look who decided to embarrass themselves here!”

Hector and Damon stepped out of a sleek car, Damon’s wife clutching his arm. Confidence radiated off them in nauseating waves.

“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?”