He knew it was the best time for the robbery. If he wouldn’t steal it right now, then Tafadzwa would do it some other day. Waylon moved like a cat inside the house. He had spent years and years training himself for the moments like these.  Waylon walked by Tafadzwa’s painting. He could not escape the discomfort the painting’s eye was putting …

Ymbert got off his bed, trying to gather his senses altered because of an argument between Isolda and Chopyk. Sound was coming farther compared to past but still it was not bearable. Or at least not far enough that they could close their eyes in peace. Unable to pass time in the long night, he went to his kitchen. He wanted to have something …

He picked Roderick by his waist and increased his heat in his hands. Fire also wooshed from side of his fingers, making the torment unbearable for Saer. “Rain.” Roderick said in rib crushing pressure and urinated in his pant. But it did not rain. Why can’t I make rain? I just pissed myself. Roderick’s guts gave him an unpleasant feeling. The feeling comprised of …

Roderick dragged the big sack of cotton in the forest. He sometimes had to put it on his shoulders to avoid the sack getting punctured by thorns. The only relief was that the sack was soft, but he could not look over the weight it had, nonetheless. Carrying the cloud like cotton, he got past Bartholomew’s den.  Purple forest and Yeager’s village. …

The judge inside the room was also getting irritated by the constant noise Isolda was making. As per the law, an accused couldn’t be silenced till he or she was not proven guilty. Listening to her yell in her cell, the devils also demanded for time to argue with each other. Judge granted them time because he too was fed up …

They reached the court minutes before their trial was to be resumed. Judge had thought Roderick would not appear in time, but he had proved him wrong. But the most disappointed faces in the lot were of Isolda and Bartholomew. “Why have you brought him here?” judge asked. “He has something which can change the way how you look at this case.” …

The forest was pitch black at night. Only thing guiding him was dim moonlight above him but it also disappeared when he reached in a region of forest where trees were dense. He walked for a long time, unaware of how much time had passed.  He took a breath of delight when he saw a devil trying to light a fire outside his den. …

An hour later, the judge took another break for ten minutes to refresh himself. Isolda and Bartholomew gave them a mocking and left the room. Ignoring everything, Roderick wished him luck and Chopyk left for his cabin, whereas Roderick dashed to the bathroom for relieving himself. The scared devil went to his room. His blood boiled when he reached there. Bartholomew was already in that room, …

Chopyk had a wide grin on his face. All they had to do now was to wait to come from the break and make the decision on their favor.  The bell rang, indicating end of lunchtime. Those who had cases pending came back to the room, waiting for the judge. But the judge did not come. Everyone was concerned on why the delay has happening. …

Roderick took the coins and went to the judge’s room and peeked inside the half-open door. Judge did not like being disturbed while he was eating. “Go away or I will call guards.” He stood from his chair to lock the door. “Wait.” Roderick pushed his way in. “I am calling security.” Judge held a bell. “Calm down. I’m leaving.” Roderick walked …