All Chapters of The Sons of Hades: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

 This time, the cloth around his eyes was professionally knotted, his nose twitched, his eye sockets ached terribly. They were in the open again, the sole of his shoes clicked as it came in contact with the cemented ground. A firm hand on his biceps guided him to an unknown place. Gbenga's grip was rough, Lex sniffed the air. Gasoline hung heavily on it. The Masked man had been thorough. Lex was a little bit calm that Funke would finally be free, a little bit. Gbenga stopped Lex abruptly, and  released his grip, leaving the blindfold. The next thing Lex's ears picked up were the sound of a car door being opened. Gbenga's Rover. Where is Funke? I thought I will be led to her? Patience Lex, patience. A hand cropped Lex by the arm again, this time, rougher than before. "Watch your step." Gbenga cautioned. Fuck this.   

It was a full moon and the sky was cloudless. Crickets creaked and the frogs croaked their own tunes as light radiates from Lt. Thomas’ house. The family was having supper at their grand table. Mrs. Thomas emerged from the kitchen with a grin, a covered platter in both hands. As she dropped the plate, she uncovered it, revealing a full baked chicken. Everyone sighed in delight. Lt. Thomas and his three sons swallowed hard and complimented their mother’s cooking. “Stop that Dele! Where are your manners? Your dad is supposed to be the one taking the first bite!” She playfully scolded one of her sons. “Hahaha, let them be, my dear. They are hungry that’s all.” The lieutenant said as he twisted a lap out of the chicken to his wide mouth and took a bite. “You’re spoiling them.” His wife said. “We’re sorry mum!!!” The boys chorus

He ran as fast as he could, occasionally looking back into the darkness. Loud rustling and howling filled the air as he sailed through the wall of fog, not minding what lay ahead as he lunged across the grass, dashing his foot against a stone, he came crashing down. His jaw came in contact with the ground and he gave a loud cry. Realizing the gravity of the fall when the blood dropped into his shirt, spreading like ripples, he turned to face the darkness. The howls and the croaks of frogs had stopped. Beyond the darkness was silence. The moon shone proudly, illuminating the path he laid. Weirdly, it never illuminated the darkness. His eyes darted here and there trying to see any living thing but all he could see was grass and more grass. Still, he was a little bit restless for his instincts and senses were tingling. Something was about to happen to him but he did not know what exactly and this crippled him. There was a rustling in a nearby bush. His eyes darted

 Nnamdi Caesar slumped into his chair. He had just finished a lawsuit successfully and went to his chambers quickly. It had been a very stressful case. Two technological giants battling for whose software was copied, of course he had known that his opponents were the owners and brains behind the eye recognition software, he had not attacked his clients for stealing the software in the first place. What was important was winning the case and that was what Caesar was good at; winning cases. And he did. Rejected by his mother at birth, baby Caesar was admitted into an orphanage home. The matrons at the orphanage were fond of the beautiful little boy whose mother had flatly rejected. They gave him special attention and care than the other orphans. The name Nnamdi Caesar was given to him by the head matron, Lady Chinwe, popularly called Chi. She especially was very fond of the little Caesar and had once told Caesar that she reminded her of her f

Inside the dark, a flickering sound and then, light. It was a long silent path way with water dripping from a distance. The walls on both sides appeared to be enclosing on Lex's with every stride behind Gbenga who had resorted to not saying a word after the little heat in the car. He tailed Gbenga until they got to a door. Gbenga unlocked it with a singular key he had brought from his pocket. Lex wondered what was beyond the door. A circle of transmutation? A line of members clad in black cloaks, holding propped candles, cups of blood? Or torture materials. His thoughts faded when he stepped into the warm, well furnished room. A whiff of puzzlement, Lex demanded where this was. Gbenga slipped his hands into his pockets. “Here, have your seat.” “Where is he?” Lex crinkled in suspicion, sensing a gleam of deviltry in Gbenga's face and voice. He lapsed into fight-back mo