Chapter 4

• Callisto Point of View
• "Stop f***king breathing."
• Argh!
• Good Lord my head feels as if it was in an accident!
• "That's rude, son." I heard Theois Odell murmured with a tinge of amusement in his tone. I suppressed the urge to glare at him.
• Dang it! My respect for him is being hard on me to retort back.
• Oh my, why is my head pounding like is being hit by a hammer?
• "I don't care Theois. I really don't care about anything right now. Please get amusement from somewhere else and let me sleep." I said pulling the blanket over my head.
• It has been the same from last evening. I was already having a little headache yesterday due to some complicated export issues, to top with it, Cuckoo has to come and sing prayer songs for me.
• My my, the girl can sing continuous for five hours!
• She literally sat In my office with the orchestra of Piano, tambourines, Violin, guitar and drums arranged by my PA Kevin. Not to mention how painful it was to hear Theois and Kevin sing along looking at the song sheets.
• F***ing incredible that she has made one hundred and twenty songs for me and her explanation was that since we did not discover what God I am and since it is modern era and I deserve my own traditions, customs, rituals and songs, she made them.
• What freaking appalled me was she promised me to make many more songs and would create a tradition for me.
• No offense to her voice, she has good voice and can sing well but damn those lyrics are just...
• I don't know. I can't just describe them in one word. It's difficult to say what I felt for her music sense and for her writing skills.
• 'Lord of Lord
• Lord of rings
• Lord of kings
• A shining Lord of bling blings'
• What? Are they supposed to be some good lyrics?
• What is the meaning of it, I still did not understand. This is not only the one, those one hundred and twenty songs she sang yesterday for five to six hours, all of them possess meaningless coding and decoding language in them.
• It was one thing if you are under stress and with headache and you listen to music; but it is totally beyond explainable when you listen to some nonsense when you are suffering.
• The heavy pounding in my head that starting last evening did not calm down yet even after gulping down medicines after medicines.
• That is when I realized something very important... Some diseases have no medicine.
• Albina Cuckoo is like that.
• She is like a disease you would suffer terribly and want to get rid of it but you would also feel scared to research for some medicine.
• It's a loss – loss situation for the bearer.
• "Alright. I will leave you to rest. Don't worry about work I will take care of the deals and contracts." Theois said softly and walked out of my bedroom.
• Although I'm a Mafia man, I still run legal businesses. Theois doesn't like when I'm getting deeper into mafia stuff so he made me start legal businesses so that I can still have security if my Mafia life is somehow ruined.
• He didn't want me to be a complete devil. He wanted me to learn the roads of something light and legal too. So, Theois mostly helps me with my legal businesses only.
• Like Caleb is my trusted commander in Mafia world, Kevin is same in my legal businesses. He knows about my illegal stuff and he keeps his mouth shut about it. When needed, he also provides me with few advices as well.
• That is the only reason why he is still alive until this day even after making a comedy play out of my life with Cuckoo.
• Kevin is more of an assistant to Cuckoo than to me. He literally does everything she says and he is now the second best worshiper of me according to Cuckoo.
• On the other hand, Cuckoo assumes Theois to be my Goder-God which literally has no meaning but according to her, it means he is a lucky human to become a father figure to me so he must be an important part of my God life in my past life.
• Trust me, I did not understand her reason or her words at all.
• After having an hour sleep, I was suddenly woken up by a puff of exotic heavy scents and a gush of late morning sun. I don't want to wake up. I don't want to know why the curtains are off. I just want to sleep peacefully and get away from the nightmare that was strangling me from quite many days.
• "Damn it, close the curtains and let me be!" I yelled out loudly to anyone who dared to disturb me. I did not pull down the blanket from my head nor did I make any attempt to know who entered my bed room when I clearly instructed them to stay away from me for good few hours.
• "It's okay, My Lord. You will be fine soon."
• God, please kill me!
• Just kill me any way possible and give me another life away from her even it means I have to take birth as bacteria or a virus or better a dangerous mosquito.
• Slowly with an internal cry, I pulled down the blanked to see everything in my room is hazy. I turned my head to the other side in confusion only to jump back I fright to see Cuckoo's smiling face just an inch away from me.
• Damn it! She almost gave heart attach to a Mafia!
• "Why are you here?" I asked her in a groggy painful voice. This is not the first time to see her in my house without a prior notice but still I get jumpy when I see her suddenly. I stopped thinking how she got to know about my residence because she has extraordinary powers to track magic and God!
• I don't know if I'm really a God or not, but this girl and her cousin are not definitely human. They are worst than fungus and aliens.
• Hell, Devils and demons are better than them. These two girls are new creatures found by breading between extreme personalities.
• "I went to office and found out that you are not well and absent. So I hurriedly ran here to see how you are feeling, My Lord." She said sitting beside me. She placed a hand on my forehead to see my body temperature and sighed in disappointment.
• "I knew this would happen. You are taking the welfare of people on your shoulders and it is very hard to put it up with it when you have not found your locked powers. I understand and that is why I'm here today." She announced massaging my head soothingly.
• Welfare of people?
• Me? A Mafia?
• "I'm a Mafia, Cuckoo. I kill, I don't save." I repeated again for the nth time. The first time she was not scared of my moody nature, I told her that I belong to Mafia and she was very cool with it.
• She thought I would be a cool God once I revive my powers. To her... I'm a Mafia God for now, until we find out what I really am.
• "Yes, I know. That is why I'm here. I think I know what reincarnated God you are." I pushed her hands away from my head and sat back. That is when I noticed the reason for the hazy surroundings.
• She lit aromatic candles in my room. Not one, not two; there are like thirty to forty lit around me.
• Goodness!
• "Oh really. I'm not interested to become God right now. Let's keep the surprise for some other day." I tried coaxing her but she shook her head negatively, cupping my face with her hands.
• "Unless you discover yourself, I cannot make a tradition and culture for you, My Lord. You are our present and future. You are the person who came down to suffer whatnot just to keep us happy. You are a God who has many responsibilities and duties waiting for you. We need you, My Lord. Your people need you." Wow! If she is not so obsessed with this God thing, she can write some good scripts.
• What a dialogue!
• Woah!
• I approve of her script skills!
• Hecking what? People need me? I'm suffering happily for my people?
• F**k no! I'm suffering because of you and you are the only reason for my vulnerability.
• I rubbed my face to get rid of the creases of annoyance forming. I just want to put bullet into her head and just get done with it but this girl can even overpower a bullet with her words.
• Her words her is her weapon. If she wants to, then she can even make me believe I'm a donkey and I'm living in a desert.
• "I understand you are not a very happy go God because of the problems you faced in this human life but there is one more reason why you are a kind hearted yet a moody God." I arched an eyebrow almost scoffing at her assumptions.
• She is just like Monk's Zinnia but Cuckoo holds a different madness.
• "Oh yes? What is that? Why do you think I'm a moody 'God'?" I asked enunciating the moody God thing.
• She took a deep breath. Her expression turned from dramatic to over-dramatically excited. With her already present smile, she whispered that words that made no sense at all.
• "Because you are not just any God. You are a Lord of underworld and a God of Evil Death."
• This girl is proving to be much more mental every passing day. Just when I think she cannot overlap her record, she does it easily every time spewing out unexpected nonsense.
• A what?
• A who?
• God of Evil death?
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