After parting ways with William, John Wick returned home alone. Sitting in his empty living room, memories of Helen surfaced. Coupled with his rain-soaked clothes, he felt not only cold to the bone, but especially hollow inside.
"Ding dong."
The sound of the doorbell interrupted John Wick's thoughts. He got up in a daze, not even thinking about whether he should check to see if it was safe.
Right now, he just wanted to be around living people. Even if they said nothing, just having someone alive near him would bring a fleeting sense of peace.
But when he opened the door, he saw a middle-aged woman weighing at least 200 pounds.
"John Wick?"
"Y-Yes, ma'am." When he noticed the postal uniform and the dog crate at her feet, John was quite surprised and nodded.
"Sign here, please." The middle-aged woman handed him a delivery form and a pen.
He took the pen and signed his name in a daze, but his eyes were fixed on the little creature poking its head out of the dog crate.
He didn't notice the woman's gaze was unusually cold, completely unlike that of a postal worker—more like the emotionless stare of a machine.
The android took back the delivery form, snatched the pen from John Wick's hand without a word, got in the vehicle, and drove away.
Having the pen snatched from his hand finally made John Wick scold himself for letting his guard down. Luckily, the visitor had really been delivering something. If it had been an assassin, he could have been easily killed just now.
Still, seeing the android open the van door and climb into the driver's seat, John couldn't help muttering, were women these days really that heavy? The little cargo van's suspension even swayed under the weight.
After Sunday reported to William that the beagle and necklace had been delivered to John Wick, he immediately instructed the android to return to the New York safehouse and await further orders.
Carrying the dog crate into the house, John placed it on the coffee table and saw a letter stuck to it. One glance was enough for him to recognize his wife's handwriting.
When he opened and read it, it only took a few seconds before he could no longer hold back his longing. He pressed his fist to his lips and sobbed quietly.
After finishing the letter, he wiped his tears with the back of his hand and kissed the envelope deeply as if he were kissing his wife. Only then did he solemnly put it away and turn his gaze to the dog crate.
Inside, the young beagle timidly lifted its head, let out a few soft whimpers, and obediently allowed itself to be lifted out of the crate.
Seeing the name "Daisy" engraved on the dog tag and thinking about how Helen had chosen that name, John Wick finally smiled a little.
"That's right. From now on, you're Daisy. Our child—mine and Helen's."
He gently rubbed the puppy's head, soothing the slightly scared little thing. Only then did he notice something tucked deep inside the crate—a small black cloth pouch.
Placing Daisy on his lap, he reached in, dumped the contents into his hand, and a necklace with an angel pendant fell into his palm.
When he saw the necklace, tears once again welled up in his eyes. Forcing back his sorrow, he put it around his neck and patted it solemnly as he tucked it under his shirt.
Early the next morning, just after he'd finally fallen into a light sleep before dawn, John was suddenly awakened by something licking his cheek. As he instinctively moved to defend himself, he heard soft whimpering and immediately thought of Daisy.
His mood improved instantly. He smiled and said, "Alright, alright, little one. I'm up, I'm up."
Opening his eyes, the first thing he saw was Daisy's nose. Still unused to having such a clingy little creature in his life, he quickly threw off the covers and sat up.
But the moment he sat up and looked toward the corner of the bedroom, he saw a creature the size of a soccer ball with a mouth full of sharp teeth, a horned head, and glowing red skin—a demonic evil eye.
John Wick, the butcher who'd killed countless, reacted instantly. Though his heart pounded in shock, he instinctively pulled a pistol from under his pillow.
But when he aimed at the corner, the demon was gone.
He rubbed his eyes and looked again—nothing. The corner was empty. Realizing it must have been a hallucination, John Wick put away his gun and lay back down, breathing heavily.
But while John had relaxed, the evil eye demon hiding in the corner was so frightened it nearly bit off its own tongue.
As a spy for the demon lords, the evil eye had almost no combat ability, but it was top-tier when it came to surveillance and stealth—among the best in Hell.
And yet it had almost been discovered by a human.
If it failed Mephisto's mission, death would be the best possible outcome.
After sneaking out of John Wick's bedroom, the evil eye hesitated for a long time before finally mustering the courage to report the incident to Mephisto.
Meanwhile, Sunday, who was constantly monitoring the situation, immediately sent the footage captured by the spider drone to William.
Seeing the video through his smart lens, William frowned.
He didn't even need to send a magical identity to investigate—John Wick had definitely seen a demon.
Mephisto sending demons, or even watching John Wick personally, didn't surprise William at all.
But William had sealed the magical power of the Archangel's necklace, making it nothing more than a pretty trinket—completely incapable of detecting demons.
So why could John Wick still see the demon?
In Hell, when Mephisto received the evil eye's report, the first thought in his head was that William was cheating.
He grabbed a nearby demon and swallowed it whole, roaring with rage, "William Devonshire, you untrustworthy bastard! Who's the real demon here, you or me?"
After cursing for a while, Mephisto took advantage of the fact that it was still early morning in New York, before sunrise, and sent his projection there to investigate.
But even after arriving, the projection couldn't find anything unusual—especially not the Archangel's necklace, which had been sealed by William.
Neither he nor William had realized that during the previous night, Archangel Gabriel had sensed John Wick through the necklace blessed by Angela.
After a moment of thought, Gabriel had used a powerful spell to imprint a magical mark on John Wick's body—despite John never having had any prior contact with the supernatural.
This caused John Wick to begin gradually awakening a faint trace of magical power.
And that was how he was able to perceive the evil eye demon through the magical formation on the necklace.
This wasn't a bad development for William, and Mephisto simply grew more suspicious and paranoid. Yet both of them ended up personally watching over the situation.
William deployed more spider drones and black bee drones, and still not feeling secure, sent a hidden clone to remain near John at all times.
As for Mephisto, who feared the sun, he reluctantly possessed John's car, his expression sour.
But William would never let Mephisto possess the car.
If that old devil tried to pull a trick and cause a car crash, John Wick would go straight to Hell.
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