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[SICARIO]
"Maybe he couldn't handle the fake child who had shown up as his daughter. If you ask me, the man's death was your fault," Jer said and Mbali stared at him wondering for the hundredth time how the fates had decided among themselves to pair this dumb head with a woman like Awuor Hawi Sicario.
"You're useless to me. I hope to never see you again, because the next time I do I will be choking you in your own blood," Mbali said as she headed to the door.
"A little parting gift from the woman whose whereabouts you don't know," Mbali said before she blew some dust in the air.
She had laced them with poison too, though she made it so that it wouldn't overpower Hawi's poison. But just make it like a virus that would feed on the alpha and the forsaken beta for years.
They would suffer for what they had done today. They would pay no matter what hell looked like for them. If the punishment had to be collective, Mbali just didn't care anymore. She was too angry.
"You're crazy," Dom said and to that, Mbali just let out a sad laugh.
"I know. That's why it's raining blood in Sicario right now. You might want to come up with a better explanation for your people oh great Alpha Jeremiah Warner.
"Your people are believers of the old religion and we all know what happens when it rains blood," Mbali said, her tone sad like she wished it didn't have to get to this. But then two years in exile would drive someone nuts, especially when betrayal had been showing up in every corner of the house they struggled to live in peacefully.
"What happened?" Dom asked sheepishly, the pride in his voice even as he breathed in more of Mbali's dust. He was so oblivious, for someone who had been so confident earlier, but Mbali just snickered at how pathetic he seemed.
Dominic Sicario was supposed to be the ultimate Sicario beta, the Sicario warrior who always helped his sister with the pack, when there was a crisis. Stay updated with m,v,l,e,mpy,r.
However, the man before Mbali right now wasn't even close to the Dominic Sicario who was a part of the deadly Sicario siblings. Whatever was left of him, was just a shell of what he had once been and it was pathetic, really.
"Not what happens, but what it symbolizes," Jer said, the realization dawning on him.
The only problem was, the Dom that had spoken, wasn't the same Dom in the room. It was like the original Sicario beta wolf had come back even for a moment, but would that mean anything? He had truly died, and the funeral had been for him.
"What?" Jer asked as he looked between the two Dominics. One of them was in dark clothing, the Sicario beta's signature dressing code, while the other one, was the fluffy Dominic, the brainless one that had been with him since they came from the dungeons.
"There has only ever been one Sicario alpha fit enough to run the pack, and even the Selma. Trust me, you're not even close to her," the new Dom said and Jer stared in confusion. How the fuck was this even happening? What the hell had he done for this to happen?
"Her? You're crazy. Malika isn't even capable of this," Jer said and the new Dom just sighed like it was painful to watch the situation at the moment.
"Y'know what, I'm going to take both versions of myself out of here. And if you use a warlock to bring me back to life I will kill you myself, Jeremiah. Also, since you're too stupid to even think straight, or maybe you're just used to warlocks running the pack on your behalf—
"—I'm not sure which is which, but I'll let you know. Awuor Hawi is coming. She's coming for you, and everything you hold dear. Especially that Malika of yours. My sister is coming to avenge us all, and hells be damned if you manage to get over her like the last time.
"Have fun explaining to your Malika dear what happens when my sister comes for her, because it's going to be messy, Jeremiah. She carries with her the fury of the entire Sicario household.
"Perhaps you should have taken her out first, given she's stronger than all of us. Oh wait, you tried and failed. What a pity, I guess may the goddess have mercy on your soul, Jeremiah," Dom said.
He then merged with the dumb Dom, and slit his throat, before his body began dissolving into nothingness. Perhaps he hoped that his sister would do them all the justice that they would never get otherwise.
"No. Awuor is dead. I made sure of that. Dom is also dead. I killed him myself. I killed Dominic myself.
I murdered him myself. Awuor can't be a white wolf. She just can't. I won't let that happen.
"I have to kill her again if she comes. The rage of the white wolf means nothing. This is just a distraction, this ain't real. This isn't real. This can't be real," Jer rambled on as he watched his whole world change before him.
He was alone; completely and utterly alone, with nobody to talk to and no one to be on his side.
Perhaps this time, he would seek out the warlocks. But would they really want to help a man who betrayed one of them?