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A silent nod was my only response. In that moment, my path was clear: give them literal hell.
I turned away and went straight outside.
Zanae’s sweet scent filled every corner of this car.
A few hours ago, her presence filled it too.
And now, she’s struggling to stay alive.
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ELIJAH
Madness has been my favorite companion since my damnation. I have always felt its shadows twisting my mind, urging me to unleash this monster from its cage. It claws at the walls of my head and has never been stronger than at this very moment.
Kill them all.
Kill them all.
Kill them all.
Physically, death courses through my veins; each heartbeat carries the same sound, the one of vengeance, with the beautiful voice of Zanae, screaming for help when she was in front of this man.
The world turns black, completely cold, and the monster emerges, finally, reborn for the woman for whom he too has fallen.
Romantic almost.
I become this creature of pure and unbridled madness, thirsting for blood. The Devil as people love to call me.
“Don’t worry, baby, I’ll tear the heavens for you,” I promised, as if she could hear my thoughts.
I’m going insane.
I will pursue eternity itself if she was taken from me. My love burns endlessly for her, consuming everything in its path. The devotion I feel for her bordered-on that maniacal anger, I am prepared to descend into the darkest corners of my own psyche to save her, even if I lose myself in the process.
Behind the wheel, her eyes were looking back at me on my arm. The taste of Zanae’s blood on my hands, the memories of her smile hours ago, it was killing me.
They tried to kill her, but she’s not a monster, and it takes one to kill another.
Oh Lukas, you’re so fucked.
Touching her once, and I had in my mind a vengeance, but now? Now it’s not even vengeance, it’s the will to commit a fucking massacre.
Arriving at the motel where Brian guessed they were hiding, I emerged from the car, ready to unleash the worst part of me on them. I located Lukas in one of the rooms, after threatening the receptionist.
Seated on a black worn-out chair, he looked up with a mix of surprise and trepidation, this fucking cunt doesn’t know who the fuck he’s facing.
Ugly motherfucker.
“How the hell did you find me?”
I smiled coldly at him, my hands in the air. “The Devil always tracks his prey, and I was looking for you, Lukas, I hope you’re happy to see me. Because I am.”
Every step I take is dripping with a primal menace. I’m going to eat him alive and spit out his bones before crushing them under my foot.
“Why did she send you? Why would Zanae’s own bitch of a mother unleash a monster like you on her? Tell me, Lukas, I’m listening.”
Lukas, attempted defiance, making this ugly face again, “You think you’re going to scare me? You have no idea who you’re dealing with. I know you, you don’t scare me. Your shadow may scare others but little boy, I knew your mother too. She was beautiful, so I sent her to a mercenary who had mental health issues... Sadly I didn’t know it back then. She suffered before he put an end to her miserable life.”
