Journey To The OtherWorld

Just CEO Things!

Archit Verma  [From Narrator's Point of View]

Power. Immense power. So strong, so vehement that it could consume you. Everything Archit wanted from life was power. He never cared for human emotions. He still vividly remembers the day when he sneaked into his father's room, silent as a door mouse, opening the sacred locker with the dexterity of a thief and slipped the fat bunch of notes in his pocket. That's what the lust of power can drive you to.  It was 'only' a few thousand bucks but enough to start the most prosperous company in the country. His father's wrath when he discovered the theft is best left not described but all of the despise melted away when Depolot grew into an international business with innumerous CEOs and COOs  striving to place deals with it. But Archit was a cold and calculating man, never giving into temptations until and unless he had heard all the odds of the case.

But, at this particular moment, it was hard to control himself when a succubus sat right beside him in his Ferrari. He calls Anushka a succubus and not a human, cause she no longer remained one. After you kill your alternate self, you will of course gain their powers, but you'll also become a demon. He didn't want to reveal this crucial fact abruptly, and he had already scolded himself for not informing her already.

As he watched her plump lips quitely quiver, a thrill crept up his spine. Her bosom was heaving in and out, her brown eyes round and queer. She'd need time to adjust to her new found powers and especially more time as she  was a high ranking demon now. Even Archit was a demon, but he could never be as sinister as her. A succubus was the defination of evil, depravity and lust. She tempts men into her villainy yet heavenly arms, sucking the life out of them, a deadly addiction leading to fatal consequences.

Anushka didn't seem like that. Archit knew she was a smart, beautiful girl who'd not even dream of doing wrong things. The Other World was not her rightly place, she needed to get back to Earth, maybe curb her powers or something. The things the resident of the Other World are capable of is enough to avert his mind from the idea of letting her stay by his side. He may'd have been unable to escape but he needs to keep her safe. He had even coerced her to keep on her sunglasses in the car. Although the windows are tinted, it's plausible that the demons may seem through,

Suddent, Anushka grew lively as she tugged at Archit's arm. He applied the brakes and started at her, wondering what the hell happened. A playful smirk on her lips, she pointed towards the window. I used the lock tool to open it and noticed that we were parked in front of a pharmacy.

"Now would you please give my money back so that I could shop for some tampons?", she demanded.

He blushed like a 13 year old school boy as he shoved my hand in my pocket and ushered out a thousand bucks(which were his, but it honestly didn't matter). Archit has always been coy on the subject of 'ladies stuff' but you could hardly blame him. Back in his school days, he had informed a girl about a real bad period stain on her skirt and she had bet him blue and black. He seriously didn't need Anushka, especially demon Anushka, to do the same. Who knows how far she would go?

Anushka skipped out of the car as Archit yelled after her to don't remove her glasses. Signing, he leaned back in his seat.

A lady with a strolled walked down the opposite pavement. She had a pretty flower hat on and she was wearing a floral beach dress. Gazing at her white, petite skin as she moved with her head bowed down, Archit thought she was really beautiful. That was until she faced up and looked back at Archit. Her blunt, futile eyes burned a hole through his soul as she watched the color drain from her face. The blue vein in her neck protuded out as her cacophonous scream echoed through the previously silent air. She steeped forward and Archit clutched his AK-47 nearer, just in case. And, then, with a thunderous movement, she collapsed face first in the concrete, her madonna face breaking into a thousand pieces like a flimsy vase. Her limbs deattached from her abdomen and her hair started to melt.She was dead.