Chapter 3: The King's First Steps
As my eyes open again, I am surrounded by topless women standing around me with sad faces. To my right is the sobbing face of Candy with tear stains on her cheeks. On my left, some prostitutes are kneeling, praying to a God who does not love them.
As I sit up, I see shock cross Candy's face only a moment before she throws herself onto me. With tight arms around my neck, I hear her sniffling.
"I thought you were dead. I thought I lost you... I was so scared."
look down at her crying face and lightly pat her head, "I thought I was as well; it seems it's harder for me to die than most others."
I lightly push her off of me as I stand up to realize my member has grown to be double digits. It does not matter to me as I never needed size to satisfy a woman in the first place.
As I stand, the girls move out of my way, and the praying ones seem mortified. Stepping to the bow of the deck, I peer out on the setting sun, thinking about what I just learned about myself. If I am as powerful as the pig says, getting my feelings back shouldn't be difficult. I alone could create a new era on earth, a place of freedom where no evil lurks.
I shift my shoulders, and my wings unfurl from my back from seemingly nowhere; it feels much better this way. I turn back to Candy and the random prostitutes I got from the port town near here. The prostitutes are on their knees praying to me and not God. Candy is just staring at me dumbfounded. I step close to one of the prostitutes and take a knee in front of her.
I put my hand on her chin, making her look me in the eyes. I can see tears in her eyes, and she is still muttering something in Spanish I don't understand. Odd language knowledge was not given to me, but I assume I will get that if I ever recover my memories.
I look deep into her eyes, "Tell me, what is it you truly desire."
She doesn't stop crying, but she still replies, "I want to be free; I want a happy life for my son."
My brows raise at her simple wish; I tilt my head a bit as I ask curiously, "Why are you not free?"
She gestures at the other two girls on their knees, "We are whores for the cartel; they would never let us be free; I haven't been able to see my son in two weeks."
"Interesting, and who controls the cartel you are a part of?" I can feel myself getting a bit angry at her words.
"His name is El Diablo; he isn't human; he is a monster," She starts to sob into her hand.
"Ironic," I say as my horns grow out of my head. "When we reach the shore, you will show me to him."
She just nods, still crying as I go and sit on the couch Candy is already on. I put my hand around her shoulder, and she seemed to jump a little out of surprise. I smile as I lean close to her ear; I can see her getting goosebumps.
"Go below deck and tell Ray we are heading back to Veracruz," I say in a deep calm voice.
She nods and hurries below deck.
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By the time we get to shore, I have already put away my wings and horns. I don't care if people see me like that, but it makes walking around like the devil complicated. The girls are just sitting silently on the deck's bench, and Candy is sitting next to me, resting her head on my shoulder.
On the way here, I was thinking of a plan moving forward. I need to get my emotions first; being unable to feel happiness or satisfaction means I don't even know what I'm missing. All this lust, but I'm only able to have the physical pleasures. Once I get my emotions, I will begin building my kingdom… but that may be a while. I am not even sure if I will change once I get feelings.
After I put my clothes on, we get off the boat and head towards my limo parked near the entrance to the Marina. Ray gets in the driver's seat, and the girls and I get in the back. I tell the girl I now know is Maria to take us to El Diablo.
After an hour's drive into the desert, we finally stopped near a hill leading to a mansion with a large mortar fence around it. I step out of the limo, my usual three-piece suit on.
I turn to Maria, "This is where he stays?"
Maria and Rose nod.
I smile as my horns grow from my forehead and wings extend from my back unobstructed by my suit. I calmly walk towards the mansion, but as I pass the front of the limo, I see Ray smoking a cigarette while sitting on the hood. As he sees me, the lit cigarette falls out of his mouth when his jaw drops, looking at me in shock... and fear? I smile at him and keep heading towards the gate.
As I approached the gate, the armed men noticed me and began yelling things at me in Spanish. They looked particularly panicked… wonder why. I ignore them and pay attention to their rifles; I have seen them before. I know my weaponry, and I know these should not be here… they are Stark tech. He calls them ATR's, Tony's take on the ACR, more of a punch, less of a kick.
One of them holds up his ATR and fires at me, I am tempted to stop time, but I am curious about what happens when a bullet hits me.
*BANG*
It hits my forehead right between my horns and does nothing; it feels like a bit of pressure was applied to my skin. As the bullet falls off my forehead to the ground looking like a flat pancake, I smile at the man who shot me. He lowered his gun and just stared at me in shock; the man next to him also had his mouth agape.
"That was a damn good shot, and also the exact reaction I would expect if the Devil himself walked up to someone," I say, still grinning.
Saying these words aloud, I feel more complete as I now have an identity. They both glance at each other nodding their heads in agreement.
'Are they giving up?' I ponder to myself.
They both turn back to me and raise their ATR's to fire at me. I roll my eyes at their stupid decision. Before they can fire, I snap my fingers, and everything seemingly stops. This is my first time using this power, but it feels natural as if I'd done it a million times. I look closely at the two men at the gate as I approach them and notice they aren't entirely stopped.
The weapon fires and I see the bullet slowly come out of the barrel. I grab the shot out of the air; I don't want a stray bullet killing an innocent. Before either of them fire another shell, I hold them by the neck with each hand and squeeze… HARD. When I pack, their necks cave in like a tube of toothpaste being pushed down, and I drop them.
Time resumes at its usual pace, and their bodies topple to the ground. I raised my eyebrows at my strength, I squeezed hard, but it was nowhere near my max. I look up at the metal gate in front of me and put my hand on the center of it.
The two large doors are broken off their hinges with a firm push, and the bar behind the door is sent flying. The two men standing at the mansion entrance look at me with the two metal doors lying a few feet away bent. Then they look at the two corpses of their former companions with their throats crushed like aluminum cans. As I start walking towards them, they stare at me with terror written on their faces before turning and running inside the mansion, screaming something.
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