VOLUME 5: PART 1: FATHER
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I woke up hyperventilating and cold, it was another nightmare, I saw her again, Damola was really popping up in my dreams, no, in my nightmares. She kept asking the same question, why did you kill me, a question I had no reasonable answer to, I was probably just suffering from post traumatic stress disorder, after all, I had just killed the love of my life. I stood up looking depressed as I've been for the past two days, I went into the toilet and as I was washing my hands, I saw her blood on my hands again, I tried washing them off but they just won't go off, I thought out loud, why? Why did this have to happen, why do bad things always happen to me. My cousins came into my room uninvited and after seeing me cry so bitterly, they tried to make me feel better by telling me I did my best and that I couldn't save everyone, in all honesty, they were beyond correct but I just couldn't accept that, protect? Who or what can I protect, I was just a cold blooded murderer, I was just like my father. Speaking of my father, this was all his fault, I was going to make him pay with tears, blood, sweat, pain and death for what he has done to me. Mr Olasile summoned me and when I got to his location, he showed me a way to right my wrongs, I could bring back those I had killed, I was happy, I was finally going to be able to bring Damola back but Mr Olasile was about to disappoint me, I could only bring back those who died due to the effects of my lust for blood, those who died when I had control over my body were dead for good. I burst into tears and that's when Aramide came towards me, she gave me a venomous look and proceeded to serve me hot words of hatred, she told me to receive her thanks for killing Damola for she had warned her to stay away from me because all my family ever brings is death, pain and suffering. She told me she was strong enough to forgive without hearing an apology but that she will never forgive me for what I have done because she couldn't understand why I would kill someone who's only intention was to love me. I told her she would never understand my pain because I had my priorities wrong, I did what was easy not what was right even though it was supposed to be vice versa. I told her I considered myself a hero because a hero was not one who doesn't fall or make costly mistakes, a hero was a person, who learns from each mistake and gets up every time he falls never for once thinking about giving up. I also told her it was wrong to judge people based on her opinions about them because it is likely her opinions might differ from that of the person she was judging, I told her I was really scared because heroes aren't fearless but heroes are brave and bravery requires fear and that fear is gotten out of loving something so much that if a hero lost it, it might break them and there was nothing harder to accept than the death of those a hero loves. I told her that I was not happy, after all, I had no reason to be but I always find a reason to smile no matter the amount of pain I had. The smiles and joy people saw I showed only hides the pain and suffering they don't see. Immediately I said that, she did the unexpected and said she'd forgiven me but that I should never for one second believe she'll forget what I did. She no longer held a grudge but she would never again be friends with me but neither would she be my enemy, with that said, she left I and Mr Olasile alone. Mr Olasile smiled at me and told me he admired my wisdom and that I was nothing like my father because I lacked his two major qualities, despair and darkness. I laughed and told him I never likened myself to my father, he smiled and simply told me alright, shall we be on our way now son. I was so so happy, did he just call me son? I felt wonderful, I replied and said to him, yes father. We got to a morgue and there, I saw piled bodies, bodies of those I had killed, Damola was placed at a corner, one look at her and my heart sunk into darkness, I felt depressed. I asked Mr Olasile how I was going to bring back those who died from my bloodlust and he simply told me to give each person at least a drop of my blood, I did that and revived everyone who died due to my bloodlust but I was quick to notice a major problem, they seemed to care too much about me, they basically started worshipping me, that didn't really bother me, all I really wanted to do was bring Damola back, Mr Olasile told me it was impossible but I asked if I could at least try, he told me to go ahead but it went exactly as he said, my blood had no effect on her, she remained dead. Mr Olasile and I returned to the special squad academy and he asked if I'd like to train with my new powers. I told him yes and thus, we begun. My swordsmanship had improved greatly with my powers in the third stage, I was holding back but I was still nearly killing Mr Olasile, he told me he was no longer a match for me after I put him down for the twenty fifth consecutive time, he told me I'd now fight with mega robots, they were the best type of combat robots ever made and were very dangerous. I took out the sword of light to fight them but Mr Olasile interrupted me, he told me he had some tips to give me. He told me that although it was rumored that the sword of light grants invincibility, there was really no evidence to back it up so, I'd better stop being complacent.
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