Azazel is cradling Pieszka, as she sleeps, walking toward his nephew in the nightclub basement apartment. The girl's in a black straight jacket. She's passed to her foster father.
"She was so severe that I did some hunting of my own," says her father in a whisper. "Is she hurt?"
"She has a bite bruise in her mouth, but the exact dentured attacker was gotten rid of today." Azazel is also using a hushed volume.
"How many?"
"Twenty-one."
"They again tried to convince her that she's an adult?"
"Yeah. More like... They tried to do a sacrificial spell to change her age."
"They don't understand magic at all."
"They hack MK-Ultra with copy-pastes they find online, not understanding it as programming, electronic, and scientific."
"So stupid. They refuse to believe it as electronic even though they know they're using coding?"
"They think their magical, and gifted."
"What's their gift?"
Azazel slices at his own neck with his right hand, "They think just because I'm Kai that they can do what they want. They think they're playing it safe when they attack us. They don't believe we're close to the Aketwool family, or to such families as Biden, and Trump. The racists don't think it's possible for Navajo to be among the top percent of the country."
"I'mma be a president," Pieszka quietly says in her sleep.
"Awaken," orders Azazel.
Pieszka screams in alto, until her mouth is covered by Azazel's right hand.
The nephew: "Behave."
Pieszka: "Why do I have to behave? Who's going to make me?"
Her father: "Will you watch her longer?"
"No," says Yari. "We'll do it. Let her know a father."
The building's fire alarm sounds with flashing lights.
Post Time: 7:57 PM - 10/12/2021
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