The devil is Stevenson, I repeat the devil is Stevenson

Tolezy001:
I am suspecting the devil to be all the men in the village

Okudili ke It cant be!!

*thinking aloud* it might be Okudili since is name start wit 'oku' which means dead person in Yoruba language. So he might be d one killing dem.....lol (na joke ooo) lol.....

I still believe its not Okudili.....

I'm suspecting Pastor Bartholomew, Paul and Stevenson respectively.... Souloho19, Weldon sir

The devil has a small feet..
I am still betting on Steve, he is the one that pointed okudili out in the first instance and now the devil is trying to frame okudili.

Well done.

ladysunshine94:
The devil is Stevenson, I repeat the devil is Stevenson

Copy that, target is strategizing for amara i want him dead or alive.

Wether u like it or not d devil is a man

Souloho...words cannot begin to describe this story. I just bless God for your writing skills. Ahn ahn! See story nau!

FreshestManny:
Beautiful story u got going @Souloho19 I must say I'm impressed. I actually felt like I was there physically observing the whole situation. Really looking forward to the next update.

P.S: pls mention me when u next update so I can continue reading.

Tnx bro it means a lot..about the next update its dropping now gracias

tomzz:
wow such a great piece by a great writer. the suspence is fantabulous. now to the story i suspect three people to be the killer okudili, paul and steven one of the last two used okudili's cloth to frame him in the death of the dibia. i even suspect okudili to be dead just thinking sha
#wo

Lol tnx bruv me I've been suspecting that man called Dé john

Rhayne:
Souloho...words cannot begin to describe this story. I just bless God for your writing skills. Ahn ahn! See story nau!

Thanks a lot rhayne your comment is Riki inspiring

cruzyteejay:
Wow....good u are,killer suspense u've got......xo who is this devil?

The devil stays under the big tree located at the village market.

The devil lust over the village girls,and trail the unlucky ones to their death

the devil is a son of the soil

but the devil is not friendly,unlike in the case of chinaza

last but not the least,
the devil wears OKRIKA

i guess the devil is O K,i might be wrong though,its all up to you to decide @souloho .....if u like say its amara or even gregory,besides how do you expect us to pick out the devil when u presented almost 4 devils to us?

Lolzzz thank you I like this ur analysis

For everyone I can't quote lest my battery die before I update..Jah bless you all, the progress of the story so far is as a result of your interest and motivation.

Waiting eagerly for d next update. More wisdom and knowledge to u bro.

Chapter 7

"Joy..what do you think of Paul?"
"Which Paul, Oluchi's brother?"
"Yes"
Joy shrugged "I used to think he was cool until yesterday...what got into him?"
"I don't even know..he really scared me"
"Have you told daddy?"
"Eh...please no o...you know how Dé Nwachukwu is" Oluchi replied her sister. Her father didn't joke with his daughters. Telling him was our of the question.

Both girls continued their dinner in silence. There were so many things to think about.

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Osi walked back home with Bartholomew and Gregory. They had left Pa Kenneth's compound not long ago after deliberating about the crusade. The elders had requested they cancel the Virgil service tonight in honour of the fallen dibia and in order to avoid angering the gods further. Osi personally thought it was a load of hogwash but he could only hold hos peace.

"Pastor what can you tell me about Steve..." He asked the pastor as they drew closer.
"Stevenson? The European?" Pastor Bartholomew sounded surprised.
"Yes"
"Why...what's wrong"
"I'm merely curious about him..to just leave your country..in this case your continent and take another strange land as your home...it baffles me"
"Hmmm..." The pastor's expression said he new the real reason Osi was 'curious'
"Well what can I say..he claims to be in love with African culture, specifically Nigerian Culture and more specifically Amaife..from our previous discussion coming down here wasn't really difficult as he doesn't have any wife or any family back in Ukraine.
"Hmmm...what do you think about his work..his research and all?"
"Well...he brought a portion he had written about the spiritual lives of the people, he said he needed my input. He's a good writer and I have a feeling whatever book he writes about his experience would be a best seller...over there of course"

They had gotten to the entrance of the house already and they stopped.
"So...I'd advice you to rest, tomorrow we'll just kick of in the morning, let's forget about the Virgil tonight."
"No problem...I don't even know where you stay, I know you gave up your house for us." Osi asked his new friend as they shook hands.
"Oh..that's no problem..I have so many places to rest my head. But I'm living with my younger brother right now..I believe you met him the day you arrived"
"Yes..I can recall something like that"
"Okay have a good night"
"You too..take care Mr Greg"

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The deacon was gone and it felt good to have more than enough bed space. Osi stretched his long body to the fullest as he stared blankly at the ceiling.
So many things were on his mind.
1. They had only three days remaining for the crusade.
2. He didn't feel they had really connected with the villagers and brought them closer to God.
3. The case of the serial rapist/ killer was beginning to give him sleepless nights. He tried to decipher what he had found out so far:

1. The killer had started his rampage a month ago.
2. His first kill had been his stressor, something had snapped him to kill and unleashed the beast in him.
3. He had been romantically involved with Ozioma and she had been the first victim.
4. What had made him to rape and kill her so horribly?
5. He had enjoyed the act and had began to hunt unsuspecting girls.
6. Was he selecting girls by random or he had a list or a specific target.
He frowned as he envisioned Amara's facr suddenly. He shook his head trying to clear his thoughts and her image from his mind.
7. The killer had access and probably wore second hand clothes and had given Ozioma okrika clothes as a present sometime back.
8. He was leaving behind pieces of material, at first as a blindfold but now Osi felt it was some kind of signature. He decided this was the ultimate clue. The one he needed to solve, the one that would bring clarity.
He still felt he could learn one or two from mama Ozioma. She had been interrupted the last time she wanted to speak to him. He made up his mind to pay her a visit tomorrow.

°•°•°•°•

The devil had struck again. But this time he had killed out of necessity, although he had enjoyed himself in the process. He couldn't let her continue living when this stupid pastor was still around and asking questions. No! All it would take is the right question and mama Ozioma would remember something. He couldn't allow that happen.
As he sneaked out of her compound He made up his mind and promised himself: The next person he would kill must be Amara. It was time to have her and when he had spent all the lust and extinguished all the cravings he had for her he would kill her, Oh yes..that was the one. He was looking forward to it


°•°•°•
Dé John arrived at his friend's compound very early in the morning. He banged the gate till a sleepy eyed Amara opened up for him.
"Don't tell me you're still sleeping?" He entered the compound.
"Dé good morning" she tried to stifle a yawn but failed.
The girl was beautiful. Even straight from bed in the morning. That was true beauty. He thought idly to himself while she hurried to call her father.

"Dé John... I knew it would be you" Dé Nwachukwu commented as he chewed onthe stick and shook hands with his friend.

"My brother...anyone that looks up and sees a vulture flying and circling about must surely look down to find the cause"

Dé Nwachukwu frowned. Whenever his friend spoke like this then something was wrong. Very wrong.
"Have you heard from the search party...any sign of the bloody Okudili?"
"Hmmm..." Dé John shook his head sadly "I'm beginning to think that someone is harbouring him in our own village. Under our very nose!"
"Haba! Why do you think that...who could do such a thing?"
"Okudili struck again yesterday"
Dé Nwachukwu's mouth hung opened in shock.
"My God...."
"Its becoming something else I tell you"
"Wait.. Who did he kill"
"It seems he is now revisiting the mothers of his previous victims"
"Dé john be direct and don't give me a heart attack!" Dé Nwachukwu scolded as his pulse and his voice rose.
"Mama Ozioma was killed last night..he entered her compound and strangled her to death."
"How are you sure its Okudili?"
"Because the other half of the shirt we found was tied round her neck"
"Was she...was she...?" Dé Nwachukwu didn't need to complete his question.
"Honestly I have no idea..she was naked from the waist down when I got there. She was supposed to host the market women tomorrow but because she's been mourning it was shifted to someone else. Mama Gladys only went to her place this morning to collect the remaining contribution money and she found the body"
"Where's Gladys now?"
"She's in my house..we can't afford to let this news spread like the last or else it would send everyone into panic"
Dé Nwachukwu was already on his feet. "But why...why has Okudili brought this kind of curse upon us...eeerrrm Amara! I'm going out come and lock the gate"

°•°•°•°•
That morning Osi had woken up as early as 5. Actually he hadn't really slept. So many things on his mind and he couldn't sleep.

He engaged himself in praying in tongues that morning as he had his shower and made a jug of coffee. He strolled round the house just praying and singing and walked round the compound.
He did this for an hour and felt energized just like he had intended.
Bukky was the next to wake. She always woke up early because she was tasked with preparing breakfast and making preparations down for lunch. Osi deeply appreciated her efforts and the rumble in his stomach made him very happy to see her suddenly.

"Top of the morning to you...how was your night?" He asked her cheerfully.
She frowned in reply as she studied him with an intense gaze. "Osi let's leave this village...my spirit is not at rest here..I have a bad feeling"
"Woa!" He got up and placed his hands on her shoulder. "Where did that come from..everything is fine..that's just the enemy trying to scare us away because he's scared...scared that we're winning this village for Christ and he's losing his grip"
But she didn't look convinced she frowned deeper. "Osi I had a dream..a very bad dream...please let's just leave we're already divided"
"Divided? The deacon was never one of us in the first place and Samuel is returning today...wait what did you dream about?"
"Osi I dreamt...I dreamt you died"

°•°•°•
"It seems the dead has a way of attracting you" Dé Nwachukwu commented watching him with a suspicious look.
"I beg your pardon?" Osi didn't understand the question or the look either.
"Or you came to pray for her soul then?" Dé Nwachukwu asked. He had been tasked to stand outside because no matter how you tried to curtail it, news still spread. Especially news of this kind. They couldn't afford any villager to come by for confirmation and stumble on the dead body.

Pa Kenneth and Dé john were talking to Gladys the hysterical woman who had discovered the dead body.

"I'm sorry sir..am I missing something?" Osi asked the elder. He was getting confused.
"You don't know then...why are you here?"
"I just have a couple of questions for Mama Ozioma concerning her daughter."
"Too bad she can't answer your questions..she was killed last night"
"What!" Osi was shocked.
"By who...who did it?"
"The very same man that is wanted for the others...Okudili"
"Jesus...!"
"....was nowhere to be found when he was needed last night" Dé Nwachukwu said skeptically.

The door was slightly ajar and Osi studied the frame, running his fingers along the edge and studying the catch closely.
"What are you checking for?" Dé Nwachukwu asked him.
"For sign of forced entry...don't you think she would have raised the alarm and shouted for help if she found out that the person wanted for her daughter's murder was at the door?"
"Hmmm" Dé john looked around thoughtfully "she didn't scream..her neighbours aren't far they would have heard her otherwise"
"Exactly! Which means she probably new whoever killed her or atleast trusted him to an extent"
"So what are you saying...Okudili is not responsible?"
"I could be wrong...I hope I'm wrong but I don't think he's behind this one"
"Oh my God" Dé Nwachukwu rubbed his jaw tiredly "no one should hear this"

°•°•°•
Dé john came outside looking like a white bedspread. His face was pale as if he had just seen something traumatic.
He didn't notice Osi at first but hurried to the side and threw up.
"Take it easy friend...take it easy...what happened?" Dé Nwachukwu asked him softly as he patted his back.
"Okudili is a bastard and a devil...it shall not be well with him"
"What's wrong..where's Pa Kenneth?"
"He's still inside...its horrible..I never noticed it before, she was raped"
"My God!" Osi put his hands on his head.

"You mean in her elderly age she was raped like the others?" Dé Nwachukwu asked.
"No...this is worse...he used a piece of wood...her pestle...imagine...pestle..what she used in pounding yam"
"My God!" Osi's legs turned to rubber and he felt like fainting. He didn't want to believe he was somehow responsible for her death.

"I'd like to see the scene..he may have made a mistake" he said slowly.
"Do so at your own risk." Dé john replied him "and send for pa Kenneth, we need to plan our next move and we need to act!"

You're too good bro... Your source of inspiration will never run dry!

You re such a great writer bro
Keep it up

Hmm Who Could The Devil Be?

bros... this suspense is much o. good job

Mehn, if you don't publish this story, I will pee at your door step every day until you do so,.you are really a good writer , we need more people like you, you just earned a big fan here, I will keep following!!! Way to go bruh, right now I think the devil should be either one of the elders or the white man, I am outta clue

Omo! I'm scared... You're doing pretty great, Mr Souloho19; keep it up. I eagerly await the next update.

@Souloho19, you are giving me just what I like. Crime novels with deep suspense just the way Agatha Christie pens it. The killer is right under our nose but we can't smell him,Lol. I think Steven is the killer tho. The way the victims are comfortable and don't scream @ all shows that its someone they are quite familiar with and who they don't feel can harm them.
Nice one dear, Write On!

wen i saw d name of dis story , i was asking myself dat how can a devil wear okirika .

but now i can see dat d devil in dis story put on okirika .

i pray dat God will reveal d evil person

Pinkfeet:
wen i saw d name of dis story , i was asking myself dat how can a devil wear okirika .

but now i can see dat d devil in dis story put on okirika .

i pray dat God will reveal d evil person

Are you for real? You are praying over a fictional story?

Frankenstein:
Are you for real? You are praying over a fictional story?

Souloho19 Baddest


Funnily enough there's this osi at my church. He is also tall and has long legs.

Lemme goan finish reading

Frankenstein:
Are you for real? You are praying over a fictional story?

don't mind me .

Op I understand how hard it is to write, being a writer myself. But I think that u should have at least half of the story before indulging viewers. This very thing has made lose interest in the whole literature sections cos they keep delaying and the urge for the stories disappear and am sure it happens to others too

So please op, next time have at least half of the story first before posting, I know it's hard to write even for money talk less of writing for pleasure, great story u have here and I really don't want to lose interest

My 2cents

I think it's time i commended your good story...nice one souloho19

succyblinks:
Op I understand how hard it is to write, being a writer myself. But I think that u should have at least half of the story before indulging viewers. This very thing has made lose interest in the whole literature sections cos they keep delaying and the urge for the stories disappear and am sure it happens to others too

So please op, next time have at least half of the story first before posting, I know it's hard to write even for money talk less of writing for pleasure, great story u have here and I really don't want to lose interest

My 2cents

This particular writer has not been guilty of such delays on this story at all. I think he has been quite consistent with the timing of his updates

Nice one again.