Page 58 of To Crave Darkly
The sound of a fist connecting with flesh was followed by a grunt from Fenris. Oh, god. I was going to hurl. Impotence froze my limbs. This was it. I was going to die.
The moment the realisation hit me, heat filled my veins and I felt my demon crawl into my skin. My body hummed with the power she brought, and I was pushed into the back seat whilst she took over my body.
My vision sharpened and my body moved with precision as the Sin Reaper came out to play.
And she was fucking pissed.
I had to get to Fenris. The monsters attacked again, and I fought back hard. I had to make them suffer. I had to kill them. I felt their fists connect against my body, but the Sin Reaper kept my pain at a distance. I fought like a well-oiled machine, my movements instinctual and precise.
I kept hitting, kept fighting. I had to get to Fenris. He was all that mattered. But a well-aimed hit between my shoulder blades halted my progress. Pain fanned across my back and I fell forwards to the ground.
Fuck! A weight settled on me and hands fisted in my hair. My head was pulled back and then thrust to the pavement.
Stars lit up my vision and for a moment I was stunned. Hands wrapped around my throat and squeezed.
Oh, Hell no!
I acted on instinct. I grabbed the monster’s hands and let me demon feed. She connected with the attacker and ripped through his mind in search of his darkest secrets. His mind was so dark, his memories wrapped in so much pain and suffering, and I took it all. My body hummed with the energy I stole.
The monster tore his hands from my throat and leapt off me. I rolled over and jumped to my feet in time to see him drop to his knees. I ran at him, grabbed his head and twisted.
The snap of his neck bounced loudly off the alley walls, and he crumpled to the floor like a broken doll.
I stared at the other creature, power radiating through my veins. A scream of rage left me as my boots hit the ground. I hurtled towards it, ready to devour him like I had his friend. His hands shot up and I felt something hit me in the chest. It slowed my momentum, but didn’t stop me. I continued to run towards him, but he turned on his heel and fled the alley. I wasn’t chasing him. I had bigger priorities.
“Fenris!”
Flint released Fenris as he turned his attention to me. Fenris toppled onto his side, his body lifeless as it hit the ground.
I stared at Flint, at his malevolent grin and cold eyes and I knew I was going to make him pay.
He sauntered towards me, his gait cocky and sure. He thought he could take me but he was wrong. I let him come closer. I waited.
“Now he’s out the way, you’re coming with me. There’s someone who’s very eager to meet you.”
“I’m not going anywhere with you,” I said quietly as Flint came closer still. I could feel the Sin Reaper’s frenzied joy at the prospect of another kill. She was going to claim his soul, and I was totally ok with that.
“We’ll see about that, gorgeous.”
The moment he stepped within arm’s reach I grabbed his head and I let fucking loose. My power roared through him like wildfire, leaving no stone in his mind unturned. His eyes rolled back into his head and his body started to twitch. I was killing him, and I didn’t care.
I felt the very edges of his fractured soul brush against my fingertips, like a ribbon caught on a breeze, and with a malicious grin, I clasped it and pulled.
It was such a simple thing to do. I had expected the act of taking someone’s soul to be harder than that, but I was surprised at how easy it was.
I let go of Flint and his body dropped to the ground. He wasn’t dead. I’d given him a fate worse than that.
I’d consumed his soul and I’d fucking loved it.
Oh, God. What had I done?
The enormity of what I had done hit me with all the grace of a freight train. Bile crept up my throat. I couldn’t think about this right now.
“Fenris!”
I moved towards his lifeless body, but my knees crumpled beneath me. I grabbed the wall to stay upright.
What the –
