Parasite: To Kill A Supreme God Of War

Chapter 6

“What did he say?” Lizzy blinked, leaning forward. “Who?”

He stared at the TV in disbelief.

The screen showed Krazy standing from the Gold table, quiet, composed — buttoning his jacket as soldiers stood in salute.

The applause thundered. Every officer in the hall stood in respect.

And at home, Damon slumped onto the couch, his jaw tightening. “Impossible… that can't be! it should’ve been me! I was the one rewarded with the five Pennants!" His face turned ghostly white.

Even Lizzy’s smile had vanished entirely.

Bill’s jaw slackened. “What… what's going on?"

Adele’s lips parted, her breath caught in her throat as she turned to him — Craig… General?

The host gestured toward him from the stage, his tone almost reverent.

“Sir, it is an honor to have you grace this hall tonight. The nation owes you more than words can express.”

As Krazy walked through the aisle, soldiers and officers from every table rose to their feet.

Applause thundered again — but this time, not out of politeness. It was respect. Fear. Reverence.

No one dared to meet his gaze.

The same guards who had thrown out Hector and Damon earlier stood stiffly at attention, saluting as he passed.

On the giant screen above the stage, images flashed — battlefield footage, men saluting in the rain, medals being pinned to his chest. “General Krazy Guidotti — The Ghost of the Eastern Warfront.”

Gasps filled the room. His intimidating aura, got even the top soldiers bowing in fear.

Adele’s hands trembled under the table. The same man her family mocked — was being honored by the nation.

Bill stared at the screen, pale. “Those five pennants…” he whispered. “They were his?”

And as Krazy reached the stage, the host bowed slightly before handing him the microphone — eyes lowered, not daring to look him in the face.

“Sir,” the host said softly, “thank you… for your service.”

Krazy’s voice was calm, deep, and steady.

“Not every man who bleeds for his country lives for its praise,” he said, scanning the crowd. “Some of us fight only to keep the peace others take for granted. Please enjoy your evening.”

As Krazy descended the stage, heads bowed. No one laughed, no one whispered. Only the quiet echo of boots against marble.

The air shifted when the host stepped onto the podium.

Cheers erupted throughout the hall.

Back at the Lancaster mansion, Damon crushed the glass stem in his hand, the wine dripping like blood down his fingers.

Even Hector was too stunned to speak. His eyes stared glued to the screen, his jaw tightened, trying to comprehend what just happened.

On-screen, Krazy nodded slightly and left the stage — while every man in the hall turned to face him with reverence.

The same man they once called useless… is being recognised on national TV? How in the world was this even possible?

Krazy returned to his seat as though nothing monumental had happened. The applause had long faded, but the weight of the moment lingered like static in the air. Across the table, Adele’s gaze hadn’t left him once.

He could feel the confusion and disbelief radiating from her side of the table.

"I'm guessing you have questions."

“I have more of a statement…” Her voice could pass for a whisper. “But for now… tell me what just happened. Dad is—” she glanced over her shoulder, noticing her father had already left his seat, “—he walked out. Is this… what just happened? What are you? A general? How?"

For an insignificant ex soldier, she didn't expect anyone to even take a glance at him.. But all these men refused to sit until he had his seat? There was no way that was done to just any soldier. He was even given the general title.. It's either they had mistaken Krazy for someone else, or there was a mix up somewhere.

Krazy exhaled, leaning back slightly, his eyes distant yet sharp.

Krazy finally met her eyes — calm, unreadable. “It’s nothing special.” He didn’t come back to prove anything to anyone.

She blinked, incredulous. “Nothing special? They gave you five Pennants! The entire hall bowed to you. You didn't tell us those pennants were yours and not Damon's."

He leaned back, his tone light but edged with weariness. “The same thing’s given to over a thousand soldiers every year. Today was simply my turn. It’s just… routine recognition, Adele.”

Her brow furrowed, disbelief still heavy in her voice. “Routine? The host bowed and called you General.”

Krazy’s lips twitched slightly — a smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “Hosts exaggerate. Makes for a better show.”

"Really?" Adele asked suspiciously.

"Yes. In fact, those pennants weren’t for me alone. They were for the entire task force I led. Commanders just hand them over to the one who represents the team. It’s protocol, not prestige. Those awards don’t always go to the best. Sometimes they go to whoever made it back alive. I happened to be one of the few who did.”

Adele heaves a sigh of relief, "They should be more specific next time.." She said, sipping her drink.

Just then, his phone buzzed sharply against the table. Adele saw that the picture she took years ago was still saved at his lock screen. When Krazy picked it up, and saw the text, he knew it was time for him to leave.

“I’ve got somewhere to be,” he said softly, standing. “Come. I'll drive you home first."

"What? Where are you going? We got here an hour ago.. besides, I'm enjoying the show.. I'm not leaving.. I'd go with dad instead.." She shook her head.

Krazy turned to see his father-in-law with some of his friends. "Something came up. It's urgent. But are you sure you don't want me to take you home?"

"I'm sure. Don't stay up late.." She smiled and turned to face the stage.

Krazy took the initiative to kiss her forehead before heading out of the building.

He placed his cigarette on his lips as he drove, the smoke fanning against his face. Soon, he stopped in front of a tall building and gently stepped out of his car, the night air thick with rain and cheap perfume.

Inside, the hum of bad jazz from an old speaker was loud enough to beat the soft moans in the corner.

Krazy scanned the room, his eyes sharp, searching for the contact he was meant to meet. He retrieved his phone and was about to make a call but his focus broke when he heard a sharp cry from the far end of the bar.

"C'mon! It's not like you wouldn't enjoy it as well!"

A drunk man leaned into a young woman's space, one arm braced against the counter, the other gripping her wrist. The lady tried to shove him off, her words slurred but defiant. “I said no… get your hands off me!”

The man chuckled darkly, “Feisty.. I love it.. it gives me that intense orgasm. Don't make me use force on you.. just do as I say.. aren't you hearing the moaning in the air?”

Krazy kept a straight face, turned and decided to ignore them.

He picked his call and placed his phone close to his ear, "Daniel. There are three things I hate. 1, coffee, moaning of a stranger, and keeping me waiting." He barked, having lost his patience.

"I deserve to die, Lord General. I know. But that's the best club that couldn't get the West suspicious or..."

"I said get away from me, you freak!"

"If I don't fuck you, then I'll rather kill myself."

Krazy shut his eyes as if tired of what he has been hearing. Even Daniel was disgusted on the other end.

"Um.. General.." Before Daniel could proceed the call ended.

Krazy's voice cut through the noise, low and calm. “She said no.”

The man acted oblivious as he grabbed the lady's hands, ready to take her away.

"If I repeat myself.. you'll be sorry!" Krazy stepped forward.

Scoffing, the man said, "She's my girlfriend. Why don't you just stay out of my affair?"

"Not while your affair is disturbing my ears." Krazy snapped.

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