With enough children to spread his teachings, he would be a significant legend, even after his death. A dynasty would be created. Money was no problem; the first half of his life had been dedicated to making a fortune, and he had accumulated enough to last several lifetimes. Now he would hold and grasp what he most desired and felt was his own individual destiny; real power.
He envisioned his children as leaders in business, finance, and politics. They would take over for him and care for him when he got older. Surely, he would never be one of the pathetic, dead and forgotten, vanished from history. No, his influence would last forever.
It hadn’t been easy to arrange it all, but much of his scheming was achieved at leisure; he’d had lots of time to make plans in prison. The marriage to Michelle had been a spectacular success, and also a necessity for the future.
A wife could not be induced to testify against her own husband in a court of law. All he had to worry about at his upcoming trial in Hawaii was Professor Vincent Middleton, and he was reputed to be a drunk. Omar had forced alcohol down his throat and left him on the beach to die a couple of weeks ago, when Vincent had gone to watch one of Omar’s Wiccan ceremonies.
The professor hadn’t died that night, but now he was a severely damaged witness. Omar’s lawyers had lined up the two policemen who threw Vincent in the Waikiki drunk tank later that night, puking his guts out and totally incoherent.
Even Vincent’s professional status, as a university professor, could not overcome the damage. Besides, he was an instructor in a field that was also regarded with major skepticism and profound disbelief; a professor of the paranormal.
As Omar sauntered along, he decided with finality that he wouldn’t have to flee, disappear before the trial, as he had contemplated doing when he got out on bail. He had lined up many of his cult and Wiccan followers, especially those addicted to his herbal/drug potions who would lie, testifying that he was someplace else when Michelle and the professor stated they were dumped into the ocean off the island of Kauai; left to flounder and drown in the ocean.
Those poor addicted souls would fib in his defense; they didn’t want to lose their source of drugs. Luckily, Omar had addicted quite a few in Hawaii who would be bereft if he was in prison and they couldn’t get their addiction attended to.
It was true, he had dropped Michelle and Vincent Middleton in the sea from his helicopter, but there were no witnesses to the allegation of ‘attempted murder.’ The reason he did it was to give Michelle her last two tests to prove her worthy of being the mother of his children, a woman who was a natural witch, with amazing paranormal abilities.
Omar had devised three tests to prove that Michelle was strong enough, and gifted genetically and supernaturally, for this mission; the female genetic contributor for his children. The trials were challenging enough to devastate or kill a lessor woman. They were legendary in witch lore. She had passed the ‘Trial-by-Sword’ when Samson raped her. She only became stronger.
The endurance ‘Trial-by-Water’ she passed, and then exceeded his expectations, when she pulled the professor miles through the ocean to shore. Last was the Trial-by-Fire. She qualified in that regard as well when she broke free from his chants, charms, and hypnotic spells.
Omar felt certain the combination of his own supernatural gifts; necromancy, mesmerism, control of EMF electricity, and those powers that Michelle possessed would produce children with unusual paranormal abilities.
His own children would be the next step in the evolution of mankind. His genetic engineering would produce super-humans with their supernatural abilities. Omar’s fabulous progeny.
The added bonus he had planned when he dropped Michelle and Vincent into the ocean was to finally get rid of that damned, dogged professor, who had followed him for years, trying to prove Omar was an evil charlatan. Michelle had ruined that plan by towing the professor through the ocean to the island of Kauai, but now it didn’t matter that his second plan to do away with the professor had backfired.
Now he would make sure that Michelle wouldn’t testify in his trial, and the professor’s word was destroyed by the rumors that he was a drunk. A slam dunk that he’d be out of prison and free to pursue numerous pleasures.
There was the future problem of Michelle to consider, though, Omar thought, as he sauntered along the dark street. He hadn’t realized she would need medication to ensure that he could procure all of her ovum. He’d have to keep her severely isolated and under heavy medication. She was a spectacular woman, with psychic gifts that hadn’t yet been fully realized. Omar believed she had healing powers and was a born natural witch. She had demonstrated the ability to see into the future. She’d even managed to incapacitate and disable him for a short while; an amazing feat without prior training as a witch. He didn’t relish the thought of making her disappear; such a waste of valuable talent.
The wedding between the two of them on the Waikiki Beach the night before, a public record, would lead investigators right back to Omar when her family, friends and co-workers finally realized she was actually missing. It was a conundrum. Eventually he would have to invent a tragic accident.
He turned off the darkened street, lit only by ornate lamps every block or so, onto the path leading to the medical clinic. Omar planned to check up on Michelle and Leilanie and then go to sleep. But as he did so he saw several people standing at the door to the medical facility.
Omar knew his mind was playing tricks on him because he’d just been
