Raja Drove Vayu Putra like an F1 racer, tearing down the highway to Pier 17 to meet Lorenz Macaro, the Old One.
Time was tight—his taunting message to Marcus, left with Tanis, guaranteed the bat-vampire would come screaming for a rematch at supersonic speed.
Selene and Erica snoozed in the backseat, courtesy of Raja's Telepathy nudge; he wasn't about to deal with their screams at his breakneck pace.
MAYA: "Master, why rile your enemies with your theatrics?"
Raja's evil smirk gleamed, "Because I love toying with God-complex pricks, crushing their Arrogance and Hope. Plus, who doesn't crave a sprinkle of chaos?"
He slammed the gearshift, and Vayu Putra's engine roared, as if cheering his madness, tires scorching the road.
By Midnight, Raja hit Pier 17 like a jet, drifting the car to a screeching halt before a massive ship—Macaro's lair.
Guards snapped to attention, rifles aimed at the Ambassador car.
Raja stepped out dramatically, lollipop in mouth, adjusting his jacket like a runway model. With a telepathic snap, he woke Selene and Erica, who jolted upright, blinking in confusion. "Where are we? Why'd we pass out?" they muttered, spotting Raja's goofy grin.
"Ladies, your loyal, sexy Indian driver has delivered you to your destination!" he chirped.
"Step out, pay the fare, and gimme a five-star rating for safety and handsomeness—great for my resume!"
Selene and Erica stumbled out, eyeing the armed guards and unfamiliar pier, realizing they'd blacked out post-drive.
Selene whipped out her Desert Eagle, pressing it to Raja's head, her glare lethal. "Speak, you ungrateful pet!"
Raja raised his hands, grin unwavering. "Just here to chat with Lorenz, but I left Marcus a spicy challenge via Tanis—called him out, bruised his pride. He's probably zooming here, so I drove fast to beat him. Didn't want you screaming, so I telepathied you to sleep."
Selene and Erica, floored by his chaos fetish, sighed, shaking their heads.
The guards, baffled, exchanged looks.
Erica, channeling Sherlock, asked, "How fast are we talking?" The guards leaned in, curious.
Raja puffed his chest, "500 km in 1 hour 10 minutes." Jaws dropped—Selene, Erica, and the guards gaped at Vayu Putra's impossible speed.
Turning to the head guard, Raja bellowed, "Hear ye, oh ship sentinel! Inform your master: Lady Selene, next Vampire Queen; her cousin, Lady Erica, royal chancellor; and I, Raja, the handsome, sexy Indian—boy toy, sex toy, pet slave, driver, bodyguard, bed pillow, leg rest, royal clown of Lady Selene—request an audience to discuss his sons Marcus and William's centuries of naughtiness. Relay my titles verbatim!" Using Telepathy, he ensured the guard repeated it word-for-word to Macaro.
The guards twitched, Erica collapsed in hysterics, banging the ground, and Selene, biting her lip, shot Raja a death glare that could melt steel.
The guard returned, stifling a chuckle. A booming laugh echoed from the ship, followed by, "Bring that funny guy up!" The trio boarded, entering a grand room lined with ancient relics.
Lorenz Macaro, an old man with a sharp smirk, sat at a massive table. "Welcome, Madam Vampire Queen, Chancellor, and pet slave! I haven't laughed this hard in ages, young one," he said, eyes twinkling.
Selene and Erica bristled at the titles; Raja beamed goofily. "Old immortal, stoked to meet a fellow long-lifer!"
Raja said. "Spill—how do you handle this curse?" The room froze, stunned by his casual immortality claim.
Selene snapped, "Raja, explain, you chaos monger!" Rubbing his neck shyly, Raja said, "Didn't I mention? I'm God-blessed, could live 5000 years." The number hit like a thunderbolt—Selene, Erica, and Macaro gaped.
Erica, ever the sleuth, asked, "What's your real age, Mr. Immortal?"
Raja blushed, "Turned 19 a month ago."
Erica howled, collapsing again. "We're old ladies crushing on a teenager! What a fate!"
Selene fired her gun into the ceiling, silencing her.
Macaro, amused, said, "So, fellow immortal, what's this about my unruly sons?"
Selene dropped the act. "Enough games, Alexander Corvinus. You're the first immortal, father of Marcus and William, who've wreaked havoc for centuries while you covered their messes. What kind of man are you?"
Alexander's face fell, pain flashing in his eyes, unable to retort.
Raja stepped in, "Ease up, Selene. You can't blame a tree for rotten fruit. Immortality's lonely—watching friends, family die in wars, plagues. He's a father clinging to his last bloodline, his immortal sons. Killing them would leave him alone, purposeless, drowning in guilt for their victims. How's a dad supposed to off his kids?"
His words hit hard—Selene softened, Erica teared up, hugging Alexander, "Grandpa, you've had it rough!" Alexander cried, touched, and even Selene sniffled, empathizing as a fellow immortal.
Post-sobfest, Alexander wiped his eyes. "Raja, you mentioned my sons. Marcus is awake—what's your deal?"
Raja got serious, "I'm blunt, old man. I need your blood to supercharge Selene and Erica, breaking Marcus's hold, making them as strong as him—independent vampires. Also, Marcus wants Selene's blood for William's prison location and the two keys we have. He's gone mad with a God complex, thinking he can control William. I'm stepping in. You've got two options: I kill both sons, or we imprison them forever. I vote kill—they're trouble. Even locked up, someone'll free them, and chaos resumes. Killing's kinder than eternal jail. But it's your call, Immortal Dad."
Alexander, torn, said, "Take my blood first. I'll decide when Marcus arrives."
Raja pulled a blood bag from his inventory, shocking Alexander, who muttered, "Magic?"
Raja winked, "Yup," and drew the blood.
Once full, he stored it and handed Alexander energy and restoration potions. "Down these."
Alexander gulped them, jolting upright, revitalized. Then Raja took out the two keys, connected them, and held a vial of Selene's blood containing William's prison memory.
"Here's the plan," he began, but Selene, Erica, Alexander, and the guards erupted, shouting over his audacity.
Raja just laughed, unfazed.
The group stepped onto the deck, guards forming a Z-plus shield around Alexander, Selene, and Erica.
Raja, true to form, stood alone, ripping off his shirt to reveal his demon-back muscles, hands in pockets Yujiro Hanma-style, waiting for Marcus.
He placed Selene's blood vial and the connected key 15 feet ahead, a baited trap.
Soon, fierce wingbeats and a howling wind signaled Marcus's arrival.
The man-bat landed 20 feet away, eyes blazing with rage.
Raja clapped, "Marcus, my favorite man-bat! I, Raja, offer two choices. One: Grab that blood vial and key five feet ahead, fly to your brother's prison, free him, and I'll tail you to beat the shit out of both of you there. Two: We brawl here, round two—I whip you again, let you take the goods, then follow to thrash you and William at the prison."
The crowd—Selene, Erica, Alexander, guards—gaped, cursing under their breath, unified in one thought: Raja is chaos incarnate.
Raja grinned, "Notice the common thread? Not the vial or key—it's me beating the shit out of you. Pick your poison, bat-fuck!"
MAYA: "Master, you're juggling dynamite and calling it a party!"
To Be Continued…