Parasite: To Kill A Supreme God Of War

Chapter 5

Adele’s cheeks burned. She could feel the eyes, the subtle stares, the quiet smirks from the crowd drifting toward them — the humiliation slicing its way under her skin.

Krazy’s tone cut through the air, chilled and sharp.

“Mind your business. What does our invitation have to do with you?”

Damon stepped forward with that familiar mockery in his eyes.

“Our business? This is our event, loser. We were invited. You weren’t. Leave before I call security.”

Krazy shifted his head slightly, bored.

“Make me.”

Lizzy tugged Damon’s arm with a sigh.

“Honey, let’s go. Don’t waste time arguing with people who fantasize about stepping inside.”

Damon’s glare narrowed on Krazy.

“I’ll deal with you later.”

A faint, unreadable smile touched Krazy’s lips.

“And I’ll be here to see how far you get.”

Damon stormed off, Lizzy lingering for one more strike.

Her perfume floated as she leaned close to Adele.

“Save yourself and our family the embarrassment,” she whispered. “My husband was invited. Yours wasn’t. Go home.”

The hit landed deeper than expected.

Adele swallowed hard. Lizzy always had everything — praise, perfection, the spotlight. Next to her, Adele suddenly felt unbearably small.

Then Krazy extended his hand.

“Give me your hand.”

Adele jerked back. “Why should I?”

“So we can go in.”

She scoffed, “Go into where? Craig, stop this. You knew you couldn’t get in. You brought me here to embarrass me.”

His stare stayed calm, almost steel.

“If I wasn’t capable, we wouldn’t be standing here. Let’s go.”

Adele glanced at her husband for a second. She couldn't tell what to believe or think.. But the determination in Krazy's eyes was telling her otherwise.

They walked toward the checkpoint. Guards lined the entrance, scanning each invitation card with military precision.

Hector stepped forward proudly and handed the guard his card.

“Only the recognized enjoy this privilege,” he said, shooting a smug grin at Krazy.

The scanner lit up.

Beep!

A harsh red flash.

The crowd paused.

The officer frowned, scanned again.

Another red blink.

“Invalid authorization.”

Hector’s smile twitched.

“Oh—maybe it needs my thumbprint. Try my left thumb."

Beep. Invalid.

“My right?”

The officer snapped.

“And after that fails, should we try your toes?”

Before Hector could respond, two guards stepped up, rifles angled.

“You’ve been banned from this event. Step aside, or we’ll remove you by force.”

“What?!” Hector’s voice cracked as he swung desperately to Damon as if asking for help. He was there when those officers told his father they were invited, “You can’t be serious—”

“Move,” the guard ordered.

They gripped Hector’s arm. His face drained. Damon rushed forward.

“Wait! There must be a mistake! He’s—”

“Next.”

Lizzy stepped up defensively.

“Watch how you talk to my husband!”

“Or what?” the guard replied coldly. “We follow orders. Banned individuals do not enter.”

Hector's face twitched with disbelief. His brother-in-law was high-ranking — he expected him to do something immediately... but he seemed helpless as he was... inside that hall were men whose presence towered above his. And their orders overshadowed them.

Damon on the other hand had a displeased look as he stared at the machine. He had never felt more disrespected, but he sighed, trying to control his anger.

Trying to keep composed, Damon handed his own invitation over.

He gently hands his card to the man, holding his wife and ready to get to the root of this once he gets inside.

Beep.

An even harsher red light.

Lizzy gasped loudly.

“Your family has been banned,” the guard said, voice clipped. “Use the side exit. Don’t make us use force.”

Damon froze.

“What?!”

“Step aside, sir.”

Guns lifted toward him.

Damon’s breath shook.

“You don’t know who I am! You have no right—!”

Several rifles snapped toward his head. He staggered back..

His body turned cold with shock that the more he tried to speak, the heavier words became for him. Throughout his years in the military, he has always been regarded with respect. The colonels took the initiative to present five pennants to him yesterday.. How in the world is he getting this kind of painful disrespect?

At the side, Krazy watched silently.

While Damon scrambled to call superiors, Krazy turned to Adele again and extended his hand.

“Shall we?”

“Fuck off, Krazy! They’re still attending to us!” Damon barked. “If I can’t go in, there’s no way they’ll let you inside.”

Krazy’s voice stayed level.

“I know it hurts. But yelling doesn’t change the fact. You still have to step aside for people who aren’t banned.”

The words burned worse than a slap.

"How dare you, you poor loser! Hurry up and get out or I'll beat you to death!" Hector spat.

Krazy didn’t flinch.

“The difference between you and me… is I get to go in with my wife. You don’t. I won’t roll in the mud with you.”

The guard glanced at him. Krazy handed his card.

The machine scanned it.

Beep—

Green light.

The guard straightened instantly.

“Welcome, General.”