{"id":7032660,"date":"2026-08-07T22:29:34","date_gmt":"2026-08-07T22:29:34","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/peraltafinancing.com\/uncategorized\/from-the-work-in-progress-the-mystery-of-taiwo-da-silva-by-omoruyi-uwuigiaren\/"},"modified":"2026-08-07T22:29:34","modified_gmt":"2026-08-07T22:29:34","slug":"from-the-work-in-progress-the-mystery-of-taiwo-da-silva-by-omoruyi-uwuigiaren","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/fivemor.com\/?p=7032660","title":{"rendered":"From the Work in Progress, The Mystery of Taiwo Da Silva by Omoruyi Uwuigiaren."},"content":{"rendered":"


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CHAPTER FIVE<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

The Dilemma of Syclos<\/span><\/b><\/p>\n

So many things crept into my mind as I waited for a vehicle to
\nconvey me to my destination. I thought of kicking Yomi out of the house, for
\nhis coming has robbed me of my job. The thought of taking my life was an
\ninfirmity in my troubled mind. Then a vehicle pulled by at the other end of the
\nroad. Before I could blink, four masked men stormed out of the car and opened
\nfire on me. I ran into an old busy street. People scrambled for safety. Stray
\nbullets caught an old woman in the head. She drew a loud shriek and lay
\nstruggling for life. One motorcyclist became a victim of the crossfire. Bullets
\nriddled his body. He tumbled from his bike and fell stone dead.<\/span><\/p>\n

As everyone on the street fled for dear life, I raced with my
\nlegs almost touching the back of my head. People perished as bullets flew in
\nevery direction.<\/span><\/p>\n

I was the target. As they gave chase, I went past two or more
\nbends. I glanced back at intervals at the horrible creatures. They were making
\nstrange noises. I made the best use of my legs down the last bend that led to
\nan old graveyard near an abandoned church. Two men formed a whirlwind and flew
\ninto the other two. As soon as the devils entered the men, they snarled. The
\ndevils became very strong and apprehensive. They became supercharged. My pair
\nof legs did not disappoint.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

Then I climbed the barbed wire fence that separated the
\nabandoned church from the street. I tossed myself clear over. As I made for the
\nchurch, the horrible men took a new form. They transformed into large dogs,
\nbarking, and scaled the fence without breaking a sweat. Before the wild dogs
\ncould get me, I was already in the church building.<\/span><\/p>\n

My pants almost hit the roof of my chest. I went near the altar
\nand found a door half-open. I looked in every direction, no enemy in sight, and
\nI went in. The room must have served as a lodge for the pastor or owner of the
\nabandoned church.<\/span><\/p>\n

An old candle and some Bibles occupied a table covered with
\ndust. Discouraging sights of cobwebs were in every corner. Also, a bookshelf
\nlay on the extreme. The cobwebs on it suggested no human activity there in
\nrecent memories. Why it was in such desolation, I could not tell. There was a
\nlittle window on the wall. And there was another window that faced the church.
\nIt would help the pastor or whoever was in the room see the church.<\/span><\/p>\n

There was a steel door in the far end under lock and key. I
\nlooked in every direction to find a weapon I could use against my adversaries
\nif I ran into them again. My gaze met a piece of note on the floor. I went for
\nit and dusted the piece. There were strange writings on it and I could not read
\nit. Then I squashed the note and disposed of it. I broke off one leg of the
\ntable in the room to serve as my weapon.<\/span><\/p>\n

Then I went to the window to glimpse at the church. My heart
\njumped into my mouth when I noticed the dogs were around. I dashed to the other
\nside to secure the door. When I got back to the window again, one dog came near
\nthe room.<\/span><\/p>\n

Before the devils stepped into the area, I pondered over the
\npossibility of running through the iron door as ill will kiss my soul. There
\nwas a short barking from the temple. Before I could blink, it mixed with the
\nthin air. To imagine the beasts would never find me was only an illusion.<\/span><\/p>\n

Moments later, I noticed a dog appeared on the wall and entered
\nthe room. The stench of treachery hung in the air. My heart died within me, for
\nthe dog snarled and attacked me. I fought back and sent the dog the other way
\nwith my weapon. As the wood fell to the ground, I wrestled my way to the back
\ndoor\u2014my hope of deliverance. I broke the lock with a single blow. I was already
\non the other side before the beast found its feet.<\/span><\/p>\n

My legs were true to their responsibilities. They did not fail me
\nas I raced through the field to the graveyard. Devastation caused me to stumble
\nand weep at intervals. As the mad dogs chased, I noticed an old man holding a
\ndigger at the only building in the graveyard. As I cried for help, the old folk
\ngot to the veranda, dropped the digger, and went into the house, ignoring me. I
\nsuspect the man did not hear me.<\/span><\/p>\n

My legs, gravestones, and demarcations here and there almost
\ngifted me to the devils. Before they could make quick work of me, I was already
\non the veranda. I grabbed the digger and hurled it at one beast. The whine of a
\nmiserable dog hit the air as the enemy lay struggling for life. Before the
\nother could make any move, I pushed the door open and dashed into the house.<\/span><\/p>\n

I slapped my hand on my chest and gasped when I got into the
\nroom and did not find anybody. No old man and the room were quiet, as if no
\nlife had set foot for ages. As the strange barking of one dog flew into the
\nroom, I accepted my fate. Find my way before the dogs poured in like night
\nrain. As I threw my gaze in every direction, I noticed strange carvings on the
\nwall at the extreme of the room. When I went close, I was glad it was on a door
\nto some other habitation. Only a push got me to the other side of the bloody
\nmess.<\/span><\/p>\n

It was a gigantic house, calmer than the still water. The
\nenormous house contained books, papers, wooden boxes, and so forth. There were
\ninscriptions on the walls that proved difficult to decipher. On the far left
\nwere old graven images. Horrible creatures that sent jitters down my spine. I
\nfeared I had stepped into a world of misery. As soon as I made two or more
\ncautious steps forward, one image fell and shattered.<\/span><\/p>\n

Every other thing, including a curious little man reading a
\nbook, was upside down. The old man was bald and had a beard I could not notice.<\/span><\/p>\n

At intervals, he would grin and let go of a yawn that took some
\ntime to mix with the air. I thought he did not see me. So I moved towards a
\ndoor on the far left, which I felt was an exit.<\/span><\/p>\n

God will make a way where there seems to be no way. He works in
\nways humanity cannot see. I was a stone\u2019s throw from the exit when the old man
\ncleared his throat. He turned to me, \u201cFat pig, what are you trying to do?\u201d He
\nturned the other way and flew to knock me over. As I fell, begging at his feet,
\na withering smile paraded his face. He muttered, \u201cWhy are those creatures after
\nyou? What is your crime?\u201d He raised an eyebrow that gave birth to a furrow on
\nhis forehead. \u201cThey always have a reason to hunt, you know. I don\u2019t want to
\nmake life difficult for you. Give me an answer so I can resolve what to do with
\nyou immediately. I have no time.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

His hesitation to strike was a sign that there were chances I
\nwould leave the hole alive. I sat on my elbow, panting, and answered, \u201cI guess
\nthey are from my landlady. I have not known peace since I moved into her
\nhouse.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The old man chuckled. He crossed his arms over his body and
\nthrew out a question. \u201cWho is the fellow?\u201d A strange look sat on his face.
\n\u201cSaying you have not known peace since you moved into her house is a weighty
\nallegation, isn\u2019t it?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cShe is Methuen!\u201d I stammered. \u201cI am not lying. The allegation
\nis true.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt wouldn\u2019t have been a clever thing to say if you have no
\nevidence. Methuen is a bloodsucker, unholy, and a coldhearted murderer. It\u2019s a
\nshame! I knew that was your problem. Good, you did not lie to me. I would have
\ncracked your ribs with a single blow! You were trying to play tricks like most
\nsilly kids do, but she is not your regular woman. She is always a step ahead.
\nYou cannot pull her down. She is tough. If she feels cheated, she will hunt you
\ndown like a dog.\u201d He laughed out loud. \u201cYou had sex with her and you wanted the
\nparty to stop because of your girlfriend. Is that not a silly thing to do?
\nMethuen is wild, and she doesn\u2019t understand the language of a weak man. She
\nwill always come for more!\u201d He glared his eyes at me and growled. He breathed
\nfast as if he was about to emit some destructive powers.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWho are you?\u201d I asked, adjusted my terrified body on the floor,
\nand tried to look at him. \u201cMay I ask why you know so much about her?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI am Syclos. I know enough of the world,\u201d he replied. He chewed
\nhis lower lip and added, \u201cSuch questions provoke me. Don\u2019t remind me of my
\npast. It wasn\u2019t palatable. I should not remember how I ended up here. This is
\nhow far she can go to get back at people who she feels have hurt her. I fear
\nfor your life!\u201d He shook his head. \u201cYou are dealing with Armageddon.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSorry if I have offended you. I am scared. Could you let me go?
\nI need to leave here before my pursuers arrive. If they find me, they will kill
\nme\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cSHUT UP! Methuen is my wife! You had sexual intercourse with my
\nwoman! We were married.\u201d He hissed and turned away. \u201cThings were fine until one
\nevening she found some text messages on my phone.\u201d His countenance fell. The
\nman walked away from me. He sat on a chair that I guess was his favorite. He
\npaused. I froze when a cat suddenly crossed the room. The poor cat disappeared
\ninto a little opening on the roof of the building. The man placed his head in
\nhis hands. \u201cI could not cover my tracks. Methuen found me out. I forgot to
\ndelete the chat on my phone.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cDidn\u2019t you password your phone?\u201d I adjusted my frame on the
\nedge of sorrow.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI did to fend her off. That did not work. I wonder how she
\nunlocks the phone, checks my messages, and calls logs. That is strange for a
\nwoman who is not tech-savvy. If I had not found out, I would never have known
\nwho she was. I underestimated her. Methuen is a top-level witch. She tells
\npeople she is a devoted voodooist. That is on the surface. But she is a shadowy
\ncreature. She doesn\u2019t require any expertise to break into any phone. I have
\nseen her do it with my phone many times.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cShe is in the habit of checking my messages when I go to the
\nrestroom. For this reason, she never allowed the both of us to use the showers
\nat the same time. At first, I did not understand, but later I realized she was
\ndoing something behind my back. I observed that once I was away in the showers,
\nthings didn\u2019t remain as I left them if I got back to the room. She was
\ndisgusting.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cTo summarize my story, Methuen felt I was messing around with
\nmy secretary. She was right. Mirabel and I were seeing each other. She accused
\nme of cheating on her, which I denied. I thought there was nothing to worry
\nabout. But Methuen has a heart of stone and was always a step ahead of me. She
\ndoesn\u2019t forgive. Have you seen a man cry? I once did to prove my innocence.
\nIt\u2019s not good to lie. But if you must lie, be brief. Once you are out of
\ntrouble, fix that thing that made you lie as quickly as you can. You may not
\nhave the luxury to lie another day.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cFor several days, we argued over my cheating. I thought I was
\nin the clear. Not knowing it was only a matter of time before things would
\nspiral out of control. To avoid her, I started skipping our usual evening meals
\ntogether. That did not change the situation. She did not believe I had anything
\nto do with the poor lady.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOne day, she asked that I sack the secretary. For peace to
\nreign in my house, I agreed and asked the lady to go. Yet, Methuen remained
\nunsatisfied. That was the beginning of my sorrow. She kept a close watch on me.
\nMy wife monitored my every move. It was trouble. There is no peace for the
\nwicked. There is no concord for the fellow who cheats on his partner.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cOne evening, she came home. She ran upstairs and burst into the
\nroom. Then I was in the room reading a novel. The force at which she broke into
\nthe room scared me. I flung the book away and jumped out of bed to see who must
\nhave caused the disturbance. It was my wife. Methuen came to my corner. She
\nlanded a slap on my face. Her eyes were red with rage. She was shaking out in
\nanger. It was a jealous rage. If she had a gun that very moment, she would have
\nclosed my eyes upon the light of the world.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI was the thorn in her flesh. I was the devil on a cold night.
\nShe told me she will deal with this matter once and for all. I didn\u2019t need a
\nprophet to tell me what she was talking about. It was Mirabel. My secretary was
\nthe reason my wife lost her mind.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cBefore I could blink, she smacked me on the face again. It was
\nkilling a fly with a sledgehammer. I lost my balance and went to the ground.
\nShe walked out of the room and slammed the door behind her. I sat in a corner,
\nwith my head in my hands. She must have gotten wind of the information that I
\nwas still seeing the woman. I sacked Mirabel, but I did not let her go. She was
\na good worker. It was difficult for me to let such a nice staff leave my
\nestablishment. She knew her job. The poor girl was efficient. There are few
\nworkers like Mirabel. She was exceptional and loyal. Instead of severing ties,
\nMirabel and I agreed she should work from home. I had her where I wanted. It
\nwas like she never left. Nothing changed. We only moved location so we could
\nhave more time for ourselves.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt was fun. So, I started spending more time at her house than
\nat the office. We made love like wild dogs everywhere in the house. Mirabel was
\nthe forbidden fruit and forbidden fruits are the sweetest. We used the showers
\ntogether. Did almost everything like love birds. Mirabel could cook. She
\nspoiled me with sex. She was the perfect woman.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAs for Methuen, I took her outburst as one of those things that
\nwomen say when they are angry. I did not read any meaning into her message
\nuntil I had a fatal road accident.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI was returning from a business trip to Ondo state. I took a
\npublic bus that could take eighteen passengers at once. Then I sat in the
\npassenger seat in the front beside the driver. We were comfortable, and the
\natmosphere was peaceful. It was clear weather. The sun had settled on the bare
\nchest of the sky and everyone could see beyond their nose. The city had burst
\ninto life and I could see the future from the horizon. It was a beehive of
\nactivities. Men from all civilizations would gather here someday to eat and
\ndrink to the greatness of the land. Everything started fast. Our time here was
\nup. We had to move on. I was eager to get home to see my family again after
\nsome days outside of Lagos. I missed my daughter so much. She was the
\nconsolation in my entire life with Methuen. My marriage was a bone in my neck.
\nWe didn\u2019t have that connection. Sometimes I wonder why. But I could not walk
\naway from the marriage because Methuen brought so much to the table. She wasn\u2019t
\na woman you could push aside by the mere wave of the hand.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAs we left the city behind us, our vehicle gathered dust.
\nTrails of Ore were fast fading. We were descending into the road that would end
\nin the popular Ojota garage in Lagos. Tall buildings and houses were growing
\nsmaller as we moved on. Soon, they disappeared completely from sight.<\/span><\/p>\n

We saw huts, pockets of them spread about like pastures clothed
\nwith flocks. Then the huts too, either became a tiny fraction or disappeared.
\nOnly beautiful bushes, tall trees, and the forest world stared at us in the
\nface as we journeyed back to the center of excellence. I was happy that Ore had
\ndisappeared. It meant we were advancing to our destination.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAfter the driver had covered a vast distance, I noticed he
\ndozed off. I tapped him on the shoulder. The man looked at me and nodded his
\nhead. The motorist pulled his handkerchief from his chest pocket and wiped his
\nface with it. He threw the handkerchief on the dashboard of the vehicle. The man
\nsteadied himself again behind the wheel. He tried to fend off the sleep that
\nhad crept into him as soon as we left Ondo.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNot long after, a giant bird flew into the path of the bus. The
\ndriver tried to avoid the creature and lost control of the wheel. Our vehicle
\nwheeled off the road and plunged into a pothole. The bus somersaulted. It
\nlanded on the nearby bush, a few inches away from the road. We were motionless.
\nThe once bubbling atmosphere in the bus had gone silent. No one, except my poor
\nsoul, survived. Human body parts littered the place. The driver had his head
\nsnapped from his body; his torso ripped off his body and was by the road. I saw
\nan index finger covered in blood on the dashboard. I guessed it was that of the
\ndriver or the passenger behind him.<\/span><\/p>\n

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I couldn’t feel my legs, and my shoulder was dislocated. I tried
\nto pull myself out from under the ruins, but there was nothing I could do. I
\nhad no strength. It was the saddest moment of my life. I thought about my
\nlittle family back home in Lagos. How will they cope without me? When I
\nremember my only child, Bisi, I had this rush of energy. I wanted to survive
\nand go back home to be with her. These seemed like an uphill task. I had one
\narm moving and the rest of my body buried under the bus. I could do nothing.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAs I bled inside the vehicle, I started growing weak. I lost
\nhope. Defeat stared at me in the face. I thought about death, her fangs, and
\nall the madness in this world. It was vengeful. Bitterness wrapped itself in
\nthe air. I was going to die after all. No matter how hard I try, I may not
\nsurvive before help finally comes. We were on the lonely road that stretched
\nfrom Ondo state to Ijebu Ode. No houses on either side of the road. Bushes
\nencroached on the tarred road and no sign of life in the near jungle state
\nsealed my fate. I wish death would come fast. At intervals, a vehicle will
\nspeed past. The drivers or the passengers will glance at us and then they will
\nmove on.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI understood their fears. We are in a wicked world. The fear
\nthat it could be their turn if they stopped to help was real. That area was
\nnotorious for armed robbery. It\u2019s a kidnapper\u2019s den. Drivers don\u2019t pull up
\nthere for any reason. It was a black spot. From a distance, we must have
\nappeared like some victims of kidnappers or highway robbers. And the criminals
\nare not far away from the scene. So it would have been a miracle if any vehicle
\nwith no armed security men pulled up to help us. I tried to pick up my phone
\nfrom my pocket so that I could call home. Peradventure, my wife could get me
\nhelp. I could not reach into my pocket because the lower part of my body was
\nstuck on the bus. I felt the pain mounting and my end growing with each passing
\nsecond.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cAs I waited for death to kiss me goodbye, the gigantic bird
\nthat caused the disaster landed on the floor some meters away from me. It shook
\nand transformed into Methuen, my wife. She wore a dark, flowing garment.
\nMethuen was elegant and robust, as usual. The enchantress walked up to me as I
\nbled to the floor.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cShe paraded a wicked smile on her face. The woman paused and
\nstared at me. Then she shook her head and said I did not respect her. I broke
\nher heart. My wife revealed my secretary confessed I was her boyfriend. Methuen
\nthought she tamed me, but she was wrong. My mind was a wild animal. The woman
\ndisclosed how I rented an apartment for Mirabel so that I could eat her rotten
\nfruit. That was true. We were even planning to marry. That was how dirty we
\nwere and how we had gone.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cMethuen told me she placed my secretary where she belongs. I
\nunderstood her. She killed Mirabel. Then she grabbed her large boobs and turned
\naround. \u201cLook at me, Syclos,\u201d Methuen fumed at me. \u201cIs this not enough?\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI couldn\u2019t say anything. What exactly is that thing the skinny
\ngirl gives she does not have? You have had sexual intercourse with my wife,
\nTaiwo. You can also testify. She spat on my body.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cIt is true she gave me everything I asked of her on the bed.
\nBut my wife gave more than sex. She established me. How much did she invest in
\nme? It\u2019s already in the millions. Methuen was close to tears. It was clear I
\nfrustrated her. When she said I always call her a witch. But she used her
\npowers to push me up the ladder. I felt depressed. It was obvious I was
\nungrateful. I didn\u2019t value my woman. I took her generosity for granted.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cThat woman made sure I brushed shoulders with the best in my
\nindustry. What else do I want? Rather than tag along, I cheated on her. I lied
\nto her. She told me it pains her. She had to take me through this. I was out of
\ncontrol. I brought the mess upon myself.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cShe looked at me one last time. I could feel the heat on her
\nface. I sensed she still loved me. But I pushed my luck too far. Mirabel killed
\nme!<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI tried to apologize, but I had no strength left in me to talk.
\nShe tossed her hand in the air; a dark cup appeared in her hand. Then she
\nemptied the content on my body and said I will not die but will suffer. I will
\nlive like a bat. Because of my daughter, she will spare me. She will give me a
\nchance to get my life back. I will recover if I can find any man who has slept
\nwith her. Sacrifice the fellow on an open field. As the smoke goes up into the
\nhigh heavens, I will recover and be a human once more. But there are no
\nguarantees that we will be together. Our paths will cross again when I come to
\nsee my daughter.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cShe will make me tough so that I can protect myself and make
\nthe most of my new house. She walked up to me and touched my lips; my body
\nshook for a moment. Then she disappeared. As soon as she disappeared, a mighty
\nforce pulled me from underneath the vehicle. It tossed me into outer space. I
\ndisappeared into the wandering clouds. By the time I opened my eyes, I found
\nmyself in this room. I hung upside down in a corner of the room like a bat.
\nEvery night here, I must transform into a bat. Then fly around town. Perch on
\ntrees and eat fruits. That\u2019s depressing.\u00a0<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cNow, as providence would have it, you are Methuen\u2019s runaway
\nboyfriend. You have bruised her petals and eaten the forbidden fruit. You have
\nhad sexual intercourse with my wife. It pains me that another man is seeing my
\nwife. But there is nothing I can do. It is what it is. Life is no bed of roses.
\nWith you in my arms, I stand a chance to be a complete human all over again.
\nBisi will see her father once more\u2026\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

He clenched his fist, roared beating his chest, and waved his
\ntiny fingers at me. He got me in midair. The fear of death stood before me. I
\ncould feel the heat on my face. \u201cI will do exactly as Methuen had suggested. I
\nwill not only sacrifice you, I must have my revenge. You will burn on the
\nfields and I will feed you to the bald vultures. Your death will have a
\npurpose. My pain will disappear from the face of the earth. My name will rise
\nand swim against the tide. I have been in this hole for a few years. Nobody
\nwants to be trapped forever.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

Shivering, I said, \u201cIt is true we had sex a lot of times, but I
\nhave stopped seeing her. I called it quits because I have a girlfriend and we
\nare getting married. Please don\u2019t kill me!\u201d As I begged, the walls behind us
\ncracked and the fiery dogs broke into the house. They almost barked the room
\ndown.<\/span><\/p>\n

The dogs transformed into creatures of dual appearances. From
\ntheir waist to their heads, they were the head of a human and the torso of a
\nwolf!<\/span><\/p>\n

Syclos, unfazed by their appearance, waved his tiny bony fingers
\nat me. I flew out of his sight and landed in a corner. There was no time to
\ncheck for bruises. My eyes shot back and forth, watching for his return.<\/span><\/p>\n

Then he turned to the creatures and spoke. \u201cAh, Methuen\u2019s
\npuppets are here. I have long expected you. I see you want to claim your meal
\nunder my nose?\u201d He clenched his fists.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYes. Feasting is the beauty of living.\u201d One creature said and
\nstraightened his chin as if he was ready to emit some harmful powers.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cI hope you know the rules. \u201c Syclos asked with a frown.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cWhich rules, old man?\u201d said the other creature.<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou are such a terrible interloper. Under normal circumstances,
\nyou shouldn\u2019t be here! This is my house!\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The creature chuckled and took some steps forward. \u201cSyclos, we
\nare players in this world. He is our meal, and it is not our wish to trouble
\nyour soul. You know what we stand for. We are messengers. In a situation like
\nthis, you must hand him over to us. You could see he strayed into your net,\u201d
\nsaid the creature, and his head swelled. \u201cHe did not fall from the sky. He got
\nhere because we chased him. The man belongs to our boss. Respect our decision
\nso that peace would reign.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cHe is more useful under my nose than anywhere else. I also need
\nhim for my sacrifice so that I can be a complete human again. If I use him, I
\nwill walk the street and trade with humanity. I am missing my daughter. The
\nlittle girl your wayward boss had for me,\u201d Syclos said and swallowed hard. \u201cShe
\nknows. She is aware I need this situation to get back on my feet. I already
\nhave her blessings. I expect you to leave now so that I can begin the process
\nof my recovery immediately.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

The beast wore a frown. \u201cNot this one. Syclos, find another
\nmeal. He belongs to Methuen. She has ordered us to deal with him because she
\nstill needs the poor soul. If she did not need him, she would have ended his
\nlife before now.\u201d<\/span><\/p>\n

\u201cYou are insulting me. Methuen is my wife! Respect my decision
\nand get out of here!\u201d Syclos yelled at them.\u00a0Syclos threw his hand into
\nthe air and made some incantation. Before I could blink, stones fell from the
\nroof and crashed on the intruders. But they were smart enough to duck before
\nthey could get hurt. One beast charged and clashed with the old man. They
\nshared blows from one end of the room to another. The devil tasted misfortune
\nas his meal for the day. Syclos waved his hand at him. He landed on the floor
\nand broke his neck. As he groaned in pain, the old wizard cast a spell on him. The
\nbeast transformed into a piece of stone and disappeared.<\/span><\/p>\n

The other creature grabbed hold of one of the graven images and
\nhurled it at Syclos. It knocked him over. Before he could regain his feet, the
\nbeast pounced on him and a fresh battle followed. As they descended on each
\nother, sharing filthy blows in the air, I crawled out of the room.<\/span><\/p>\n

Syclos saw me crawling away but was too engaged in the fight to
\nget his hands on me. Then he yelled, \u201cI know your scent, silly boy. I will hunt
\nyou down\u2026.\u201d His voice filled the room as I fled the scene. I ran at top speed
\nout of the graveyard and raced homeward. My legs were touching the back of my
\nhead as I ran fast.<\/span><\/p>\n

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