Even with all that's going on in the world, it's saddening that police around the world are being so cruel to the black race...😥😥
   I'm a proud black girl from Africa, Kenya. I don't approve racism so if you got any hate on my race, f*ck off... Every life matters, and everyone should grow to appreciate everyone. Cause yah, what if racism becomes a pandemic and you just go out killing the next black or white person you see... God created us with our differences, and loves us the same...

  This book as you have hinted, it's a special dedication to all black and white people wherever you are around the world... I've never hated anyone because of color, so stop acting like you're God and choosing what color you want to love....

   I'm angry really... But, I still love all the pure hearts that ain't corrupted by racism... We are one world, both black and white...❤
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          *POV--UNKNOWN*

I pulled the gray hood over my head, tucked hands inside my front jeans pockets, then slipped on the street and headed east.
   The night was warm, too warm for my liking. But it'd do, maybe I'd be lucky with a good kill. Of course, there was only too much filth in the gangs in Black Hills.
      
     A police car siren... A gunshot... A flattening heart...a woman screaming... A sobbing teenager... A cackling man...
I stopped listening to the distant voices after that. Whoever had killed, was my next victim... I loved seeing the terror in the eyes of these little criminals after realising there is a superior evil above them.
    Looking around, I jumped in the closest alley, off to get a hold of his neck.

       The street on this side was mostly abandoned. Most of the stores were closed. And all I saw was a weeping woman on the ground, next to a lifeless body. Beside her, there was a man holding up a gun to her head.
   "Why did you kill him?" She demanded at the man with the gun.

    He leaned, a satisfied smirk on his face. "Because...he's black. And secondly, he hasn't paid off my debt for damnsake."
   The woman swept the back of her hand to wipe off the tears.
"This is Black Hills. We blacks have as much right to be alive as any other human here!"

Her voice sounded so much stronger than I expected to be.

   The man roared in an ugly laughter, then pushed the head of the gun to her temple.
"If the cops drop by, I'll say I was defending myself from a black. It's nothing new, since the old days, your race is bound to serve us. We are the second to God! Now say a prayer before I unload two special bullets through your pretty brain."

   She just glared at him.
And a hiss snapped. "Make it quick!"

Hell no! I wasn't going to witness that fat man kill a woman simply because she was, black.

   I cleared my  throat walking out of the alley shadows.
When I locked eyes with the woman's brown ones, I saw the astonishment, and wanted to laugh my brain out. It felt like she really wanted to die.
Another day honey. I said in my gaze.
  
   "Who the fuck are you? You should have minded your business!" He stated diverting his gun towards me.
My trademark grin surfaced, as the street started darkening. The black mist blocked off the golden light from the building to my left.
      
    I felt his fear. Felt his shock.
And I felt the woman's own surprise.

    With little effort, I walked towards the man busy shooting aimlessly at the mist. I was sure he wouldn't hit the woman since she was close to the ground.
"Show yourself! You devil!"

   I laughed dispersing the cover.
He stiffened seeing me a hand away from him.
"You're a demon! A monster!"
  I swayed my hand in the air dismissing the pouts... "I go by many names really. Some call me the Black Demon, Agent of death, Lucifer, Satan, ghost, vampire, slayer... But honestly, I prefer my real name, Edwin. It's simple, and so easy to digest."
   From the ground, I thought I heard a little chuckle.

My eyes fell on the female, up close, her eyes were much brown, and her black hair all curly that I wished I'd slip a hand through it.
   "She gets it... Why the serious face man? A minute ago, you were so confident about killing anyone that doesn't please your heart. It's pathetic, I'm the one supposed to show such nastiness."

   He appeared dumb and speechless now... With no bullets in his gun, he knew very well he had no way out.
Slowly, he started taking steps back..."You! You? I've seen you!"

  I grinned crossing arms over my chest. "Glad people around here remember me."
    "E-Ed-w-win Bucker!"

I sighed rolling my eyes. "So you read history. Hmm, that's a bonus for you really. What do you know about my awesomeness?"
  His lips shook, his eyes widened like two large bulbs.
"No! This can't be. That was centuries ago... It can't be you!"
    Eyeing the female, she seemed rather interested more than emotional for losing her brother.

"But you look so alike!" His sentence drew my attention to his round frame. He now propped against a store wall.
"Are you so lost in your memory, Jacob Ken? Let me remind you in case you forgotten. I'm Edwin Bucker, looks so young with my forever thirty one appearance. And oh, I made Black Hills what it is today, free. You should be worshipping me really. But, since I don't want to brag, I'll cut the story short and affirm you that I'm the same man that killed  Havin Blunt, the coloniser that tried enslaving black people, thus setting free the entire world of such a monster."

  I yawned.
"Anyway, I'm really hungry. It's not easy waking up after nineteen thousand years and seeing what the world fell back to. It's saddening. And I get really hungry, when I'm angry. Now please open your mouth and let me check your teeth."

   "Teeth!" He echoed shocked.

I took a step closer, and he tried shoving his body in the wall.
   "Open you mouth Jake!"

Gripping his chin, I saw all his fears, his hopes, his dreams, his future. Saw his entire life flash through his eyes.
   "You love your son, hm?"

Jake nodded like a bolt of lightning was going through him.
"Do you know that the man you just killed had a son? Same age as yours?"
He tried to shake his head, but my grip was too strong.
   "Good. Now you know. But don't worry, I'll see to it that he's taken care of, unless he turns to be like you, then I'll get him myself."

    His pleas to spare his miserable life were so disturbing.
But as I opened my mouth and started drawing out his life force, his skin started wrinkling. His mouth went white dry, and paper thin. His skin glued itself to his bones, the brown hairs turned a frightening white, and what was left of his slumped down as a white skeleton.
      
    Taking a minute or two, I absorbed his energy, his soul. It tasted as poor as many I'd absorbed.

Once myself, I faced the woman, and the body flooded in blood.
  
  Her brown eyes were double their size...
"Oh stop staring darling... By the way, I need a favor?"
    She swallowed, shook her head to slip back to earth.
"Wh-what?"
"Go take Jake's son, raise him for me. I'll be dropping by to check on him."

   "He'll be like his devil of a fa-"
"Don't be negative honey. Let him grow and be bad. I'll come fetch him myself."
She hesitated. Then nodded.
Turning to leave, she shot at me. "Hey?"
I stopped, and locked eyes with her. "Yes? Kate?"
    She rose, unaware of the bruised knees under the hem of her black skirt.
"If you're really that Edwin Bucker, the most powerful warlock, I would like to-"
  "No, no, no honey. Trust me, you might think that you'll be an untouchable if I dare give you anything, but, you'll live to regret... So just be happy you're human. I'd give anything to live like a mortal."

  She licked her lower lip, her gaze wavering a little.
     "May I..."
I chuckled to myself, but didn't let her hear it. "No honey. You can't touch, or kiss me. Unless you want to die and leave behind your sick mother, and little daughter..." With that, the dark mist consumed me.

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    Two double gates stood proudly to their height... With the full moon in the sky, it made them appear spooky and eerie. Just how I liked my old mansion.
Breathing in, I went ahead and slipped through the bars as my mist self. Noting the two Undeads standing protectively at either side of the gates, I floated along the gravelled path to the real mansion.

   Solidifying at the huge doors, I smoothened my hood, and knocked.
Somebody better welcome me home... I smirked knocking again. Only when nobody opened, I pushed the damn doors with a smooth touch of air.
   The smell of blood, anger, and hatred filled me... The smile faded. Seems like my old friend has been having troubles keeping his little flock together.

Without sighting a single person anywhere, I walked in the parlor, took in the red seaters and glass tables all over. There was a huge flat screen across the room, which was still turned on.
Making myself comfortable on one couch, I shut those tired eyes. Who could blame them, they were used to being shut for centuries.

    Picking up an incoming figure with a possible dagger, I faded into the mist, and materialised behind him.
His blond hair flipped through the air as he spun around.
    "What the..."
"Hello, Harry," grinned waving.

When he raised his weapon, I rolled my eyes and ducked out of its path, caught the wrist and swung him harshly before pushing him on the couch I'd sat.
He groaned trying to snap out of my hold.
   "You're still new at this blonde. Stay still, and tell me where Pa-"

"Over here!" His deep voice came from the doorway.
      Lifting my eyes to him, I digested the gray-eyed male with white hairs on his head. He didn't look as good as he had when we'd meet those many centuries ago.
Releasing Harry, I straightened.

  "Ah! Athaga? You look..."

        "Old, I know. I see myself on the mirror every goddamned day."
"Hey! No cursing with His name."
  He rolled those gray eyes, before averting them to Harry.
"Leave! This, is, an old friend."

With one glare at me, the boy flashed out of the room.
    Athaga started moving towards a counter to the right, opened a fresh bottle of wine, and poured filled two flutes.
He raised one at me. It vanished, appearing next in my hand.

   "It's an old recipe, but may not taste as better as my father's," he clarified while I took my sip.
Sure, it wasn't plain as the one I'd had at some pub, but not to my taste... "Seeing you here, I assume something must have happened to draw you out of your beauty sleep?"
   I laughed settling on the two-seater's. With my eyes roaming over the parlor, my ears were attentively peeked towards anything in the mansion. From Athaga, to whoever was being tortured in the dungeons a hundred feet below my feet.

    "Well, yes and no..."
Sip!
"It's not beautiful having to rest my body for centuries. And secondly, the wailing souls woke me up with needles and daggers."
Athaga laughed propping himself against the counter.
   "I'm sure that's not desirable."

I sighed placing the wine on the table. "Not in the least. But I got used to it. That's why I'm the Sleeping Devil eh? Or as He likes to call me, His Avenging Angel."
     The expression on Athaga wasn't desirable. Could see the tension crowding over his head.

"Just to be clear, I gave you a little gift so that you'll equalise the world, but the report I got isn't satisfying really... You had a boy executed for prying in your business... Who by the way, poked the largest dagger in my butt."
A lump formed in his throat. So visible that one could cut it off.
   "Anyway, I'll take care of you later old friend. Besides, you helped me much with the balancing."

     "Who...who's the reason?"

I smiled rising.
"Your precious granddaughter... But, I have a feeling you have no idea where she is?"
    He nodded setting his glass to the side, and inhaled. "What will you do with her?"
"Ha! Not her old friend... What she'll bring to this world."
     The old man didn't seem to hint where I was going. Or just acted dumb.

"Ops! I forgot to mention that she'll bring back your worst nightmare. Pardon my forgetfulness. It isn't one bit easy having to carry so much weight in my head, Athaga."

     "But, how? Why?"

Step by step, I walked over to the screen. Some cartoon was on, which seemed too unreal.
     "You see, she, and the boy you think you killed, William whoever, did some little dance on a bed... I can't explain in details, but can show you?" Offered reaching for the screen.

"No! I cannot watch such betrayal... How did Will survive? He was dead when they took his body from here."
    Giving him a disappointed look, I fixed eyes on the TV. "How? I don't know. But I'm sure it's because of your Agatha... You see, there's always a connection between real soulmates that even I cannot break. And those two, huh! It's stronger than death itself considering their origin... It goes like this, if you want to kill him, you'll have to kill, Agatha, and vice versa... I'm not interested in the love chain. Just here to take care of the child she's bound to give birth to."

   "You said he'll be my worst nightmare!" Athaga roared clenching hands in tight fists.
I just laughed studying him.
"Yes. That's why I'm supposed to look after him. This is supposed to happen. And consider a little gift that I've revealed. So please, make my work every bit difficult trying to kill him in her womb. Because there's no fun babysitting without the parent attempting to ruin the child."

  He snarled.
"You're a bastard!"
"And?"

   "A damn traitor!"

"Not really. I'm Fate, I'm not kind, not even to my friends."
     "I'll kill it before you find her!"

That was a good one... I laughed diverting my gaze to his fuming face. "You forget so quickly, I'm Fate. Bad luck. Whatever words you wish to call me."
    For a second, I felt his scowl tear my insides.
"Leave!" He hissed.
    "Ah, Athaga, how can you send me out of my own house?"

He could have snapped at my neck if I hadn't disappeared, leaving behind my warning... "Be careful!"