The night was alive with the pulse of music and laughter, the club's vibrant atmosphere a magnet for those who thrived in the darkness. Ozare and Ehiogie were among the revelers, surrounded by dancing girls and flowing drinks. The brothers' conversation was laced with sinister undertones, their words dripping with malice.
"Father will be thrilled with you, Ozare," Ehiogie said, his eyes gleaming with approval. "You've finally proven yourself worthy."
Ozare smirked, his tipsy state exaggerating his gestures. "Had to make him proud, bro. And thanks for your help. I couldn't have taken care of them without your clever ideas."
Ehiogie chuckled, his hand roaming the thigh of the girl sitting on his lap. "Vode and his dad were obstacles that needed removal. They rejected the powers and wealth that came with being the heir. They didn't deserve it."
Ozare's gaze drifted away, his thoughts lingering on Idara. "Yeah, I was starting to like that friend of his, though. She's damn cute. But sadly she might have known about us."
Ehiogie burst into laughter. "You? Fall for a girl? You player, hahaha!"
Their banter was interrupted by the arrival of a girl in a black short dress, who sauntered over to Ehiogie's side. As they flirted, Ozare excused himself to use the restroom. His tipsy state made the simple act of relieving himself a pleasure something most men can relate too, but his enjoyment was short-lived.
A loud crash echoed through the club, followed by screams and chaos. Ozare hastily tried zipping up but almost got a piece of flesh so he slowly zipped up his fly and rushed out of the restroom to find the chandelier lying shattered on the floor. Amidst the chaos, a figure stood, darkness emanating from his body. Ozare's eyes widened in horror as he recognized the person.
"NO!", his voice lost in the pandemonium.