The poison.
The jealousy.
The plan.
The betrayal.
Every disgusting detail spilled from his mouth between terrified sobs.
“You killed my son because you envied his success,” Kafui whispered.
Simon pressed his forehead against the ground desperately.
“Forgive me!”
But Kafui’s face remained emotionless.
“You asked for mercy after showing none.”
The Final Judgment
As darkness fell, the temperature around the villa dropped suddenly.
Wind swirled violently through the courtyard.
Then came the sound.
Sweep.
Sweep.
Sweep.
A broom dragging slowly across stone.
Simon’s eyes widened with absolute terror.
Behind Kafui, a tall shadow slowly appeared near the garden gate.
Not fully human.
Not fully spirit.
But unmistakably Boris.
His glowing eyes fixed silently on Simon.
And in his hand…
the palm broom.
Simon screamed uncontrollably.
Kafui never moved.
“You wanted his life,” she said quietly. “Now face him yourself.”
The wind exploded through the courtyard.
Lights shattered.
Simon’s screams echoed through the neighborhood for several horrifying seconds.
Then suddenly…
silence.
When the storm stopped, Simon was gone.
Only bloody broom marks remained across the stone floor.
