I will return

14

Thirty minutes have passed since the escape, and the police have not stopped chasing us. Sirens wail behind us, and red and blue lights flash in the car's rearview mirror. But there is no time for fear, only for action.

"Keep driving, Joe! Don't stop for anything," I order him, staying calm as he follows my instructions to the letter. His hands are firm on the wheel, and his gaze is fixed on the road, but inside, I know there is nothing left. Joe is just a puppet, my puppet.

We are approaching a crucial point. In the distance, the road narrows and a bridge rises, or what remains of it. The bridge is destroyed, interrupted in the middle, but that doesn't matter.

"Get ready," I tell Joe, as I adjust my seat belt myself. I make sure I'm secure, and Joe doesn't hesitate. He accelerates the car without hesitation, and the vehicle launches into the void, falling from the edge of the broken bridge.

The car crashes with a terrifying crash, and for a moment, everything becomes darkness and chaos. The noise of the irons bending and the impact against the ground is deafening, but for me, it is just another test I must overcome.

When everything calms down, I unbuckle my seat belt and get out of the car without any problems. One of the advantages of being linked to the magic of the Daemon Ritus is that I can withstand strong blows, as long as my heart is poisoned with enough hatred to maintain the connection to the magic.

As I dust myself off, I look at Joe's limp body, still trapped in the driver's seat. "Thank you for everything, my dear puppet," I say with a crooked smile.

I pick up the backpack I had prepared in advance, making sure everything I need is inside, and walk away from the wreckage of the car without looking back. The police will think we died in the accident, but I am far from finished. This is just the beginning.