A Love In Dark Times

From a room came out a very elegant man, dressed in a wedding suit, armed only with a bottle of champagne and a few glasses, greeting:

“Welcome, excuse your reception, I wanted to see what you were able to do, please take a seat to talk business.

“We have not come to negotiate,” shouted Marco, materialising a war hammer, “we have come for the sword, Give it to me Please Marco, don't shout, upstairs is my new wife, who should not be exalted and who must have already suffered a lot from all that noise out there and who unfortunately is pregnant.

You are very cruel, I should cut you with my flaming sword.

I'm not cruel, it's just that it's nice to buy a cow and have it get pregnant, which my situation is not.

-If you want the cow, you want the calf added Yaqui.

“What if its like the lizards that replace the eggs in the birds’ nests with their own, making those parents incubate the offspring and be their first food,” explained the narco, “I honestly don't trust what I know and even less what I don't knov where it comes from.

“What I believe is that you have no choice but to give her back to the one who impregnated her or adopt the child as you own,” proposed Luis, tasting the sweet liquor, “just like they say “tabula rusa” is when they believe that an individual is born with a blank mind, that we are born to learn and die wise.

Yes, and innatism says the opposite,” spoke the narco shaking his glass, exploring the nuances of the liquor, “like me wh was born with a predisposition to make money and power.

“You're a liar, you try to avoid the inevitable," Angie pointed her sword at him.

-1 don't have to lie to you,” smiled the narco, “it's just that I'm a kind of demon.

“You're a demon who feeds on souls, with your business, the crops,” Yaqui explained, “those of those who succumb to these vices and all the deaths that their manufacture and distribution produce, you don't care about money, otherwise y wouldn't bury it, or finance so many groups outside the law, you give economic fuel to civil wars, you're an insatiable monster.

“Yeah, I bet you seduced that woman because you knew she was pregnant and you plan to sacrifice the baby when it's born, -it sounded like a growl from Marco.

“No, I don't think so, it's none of your business what happens anyway,” he clenched his fist so hard that it broke the glass “look I need you for something, that's why I made detective Das find out about the sword, so that you would look for me, now please stop the rudeness, it's not polite to threaten to kill the host, the owner of the house who is trying to give you g00d evening, it's not a threat, it's a reality.

-It's not a threat, it's a reality and we're going to do it, then we'll look for that sword, even if we have to grind every brick this castle,” and he leapt with his flaming sword and set that narc on fire.

“Wait, I wouldn't judge them to be so naive at this point," roared or spoke the frightened narc, “yes it's true, you can kill n but you haven't realised that the moment you entered this house, you activated a series of spells that won't let you leave here and anyone who comes to rescue you will share your fate.

-If that's true, we'll find a way to do it,” said Marco, authorising Angie to leave the demon.

“Well, good luck with that, maybe so, it could take a thousand years," said the capo, very scared, “and another thousand more searching and deactivating the ones that secure the sword.

Wait Angie, my child of my loins, let him tell us what he wants from us.

“Well, I love it when you don't beat around the bush," said the narco, already calm, although he had wet his trousers with wine or urine, “it turns out that I was born normal, poor, little by little I started to get involved in crime, I robbed banks, then in smuggling, finally in drug trafficking, I started trading, desperate because the demand was much greater than the supply, In that process I created enemies, I also felt like the master of the world with so much power that money gave me suddenly I was caught even with several governments, I was public enemy number one all over the world, it wasn't fun anymore, I couldn't even go out of the window and neither could my family, I could not even trust my shadow, in a hiding place in a jungle, I saw a black dog that was inhaling flames through its mouth, I fainted from fright, I had always believer that when I saw a fright I would empty some pistols, and 1 did not reach it, when I woke up, I was in a grey room with som gentlemen dressed in black cloth suits like the dog, They were foreigners, they proposed a deal to me that in exchange fc my collaboration and some properties, they would give me another identity, imagine that would be the deal of my life, 1 would be free of all guilt and they would also let me keep part of my fortune, I told them every detail of my activity, ever name of my partner, I sang like a tenor, I spat out all the soup, I spoke more than a lost man, and they didn’t seem to list to me, at the end I signed some papers, a very strange one made of leather that I had to sign with all my fingerprints and with some drops of blood, it seemed strange to me, although I didn’t think much of it, because I was dazzled by the opportunity to start again, to be free, I would not have to step on a prison, it was an excellent deal, I would start a new li and a millionaire, the day of the theatre of the operation, I was very nervous and undecided to do it, they planned that I would be discovered because I made a mistake, the information was leaked and several armed groups, were launched to my hunt, I entered a doubt of the effectiveness of the plan, I despaired escaping through the roofs where the foreigners ¢ the pact were and they shot at me several times, and they were not fake bullets, I could feel each bullet entering and burning my skin, I could see their faces of pleasure pulling the triggers, I felt how the vital fluids were gushing out of me, how my life was coming out of those holes, at the end I collapsed, humiliated, betrayed, he who lived like a boss of bosse died now betrayed and like a rat that is taken out of its hiding place to be beaten, I rolled on the roof and lifeless, I tried hold on to something, something useless, I could not even close my eyes, until they were closed by one of those foreigne who seemed happy with their hypocritical laughter; I woke up a few days later, I was with one of them, he showed me my funeral where I cried my eyes out while he laughed when he saw my wife and children crying bitterly, when I finished cryi he told me to go on with my life, I told him what they wanted from me and he left just answering, we already got what we wanted or something like that, only the boss wants you to go on with your work, for the rest you will find out, I tried to lo for my family, without success, something always gets in the way, I went to spend money, to drink liquor, to eat exotic foods, to be with many women, the most beautiful, the most famous, as I did before and nothing filled me, I felt an emptiness like hunger, I could laugh, but it was only a hollow, hypocritical laugh, the sadness never goes away and the hunger only goes away when I produce deaths, like a moment ago; in short, not to go round in circles, what I need is that parchment, I know that if I have it I can modify or annul it, that's all I ask in exchange I'll give you Darmela and a lot of money.

“1 also want your wife and baby safe,” Luis proposed.

-It's unfair, she’s got nothing to do with you,” the capo grumbled, “you don't even know Yuri, your last name isn't even Perez, is it?

“I've never seen her, but I won't let you hurt innocent people,” and Luis got into a fighting pose.

-1 didn't steal her, I didn’t cheat on her, she simply fell in love with me or everything I represent, everything I gave her anc everything I can give her, it's true that she left her boyfriend, the one who got her pregnant and that was her best decisio because that boy was a poor starving man and remember that love with hunger doesn't last, that's why they say “full bel happy heart’, she's my wife and she’s not included in the deal.

“We'll see about that,” Luis threatened him.

Then go and bring me the contract and we'll see.

They left the place, the ladies looked very happy, letting out murmurs of gigeles, to which Luis said annoyed:

“What's so funny, do I have micos on my face?

“No, what happened is that while you were fighting, we stole this from the bug said Yaqui showing some bottles of liquo that looked very expensive, while Angie also showed me others and said:

Here we have guapos for us to wet the word.