It’s now the music abruptly stops, and the wheezing sound of life pouring from someone brings my attention to Kai. He has his fingers laced through hair, the head detached and dangling at his side. Only one stands before him, his free hand completely sheathed into the man’s skull.
The sounds of screams around us are dwindling, and as they begin rushing toward the entrance, I start stalking the rest of my prey.
Licking my lips, tasting the metallic zing against my palate, I grin.
“Come here, little mice.” My haunting whisper causes loud screams to erupt. Men and women alike crowd down the darkened hall, loud crashes and sounds of lights popping filter in from behind me.
Blood is slowly trickling down my face and neck, the once bleached white dress now a beautiful shade ofdeath. The smells of piss, corpses, and fear radiate around me, and I am in my own version of the Vayl.
“Squeak, squeak…” My right hand shoots out, fingers extended. My Amoro has crawled out from under my skin, and the fact she has come to me upon my summoning feels… incredible. I don’t feel out of control, and I am thoroughly fed.
“Please, please?—”
“Let us go, please!”
“I did nothing, I have a family!”
The corner of my lip twitches. “Revenge has no moral boundaries,” I begin, and more screams erupt from the dozen or so piled high on top of one another. The doors are closed, and my guess, someone barricaded it from the outside.
“Innocent. Guilty.” My tone blasé. “Justice. It all means nothing, because to you… I am the monster. To you—” I lean forward, mere feet from the first person, a woman trying to push her way through the men that had all but left her for the slaughter. “I am the villain. Even if you all made me this way.”
I stop my advancement, several knees hitting the floor and falling intoa prayer like pose.
“Pray to the Gods that placed you here before me. Curse Belial himself for bringing me into this world. It doesn’t matter.” As I grab my blood that lay across the entirety of this now place of death, my eyes roll back. “You are the villains in the only story that matters: mine.”
Their cries of “please” and “don’t do this” have my pussy dripping wet. Oh, how I’ve said those words, cried them out, and screamed for mercy.
These people would never have stepped up to protect me. One look at the Demon before them, they’d praise my abusers and murderers. Even if there was one in the pile of hundreds that had the heart to do so, as so many before them, they’d simply get lost in the crowd. Thrown in with the trash they associated themselves with.
In my peripherals, I can see the sharp daggers of my blood edging closer to my salvation. My escape from thisfuckingtorment my past has shrouded me in. I’ll kill every last one of them, in every Hause, and that will be my justice.
Every single one of them, I’ll obliterate into nothing. Even the ones that are a sperm drop of those who tormented me; even those that have a fleetingfuckingthought of them, will die.
This will serve as a poignant reminder that I am no fucking damsel. That I may break and shatter, but I will always come back for my revenge.
With a flick of my wrist, a sharp whistle blows through the air as my daggers pierce through the bodies. The popping of skin and muscle accompanies their screams of agony, which slowly disintegrates to whimpers and wheezes. Putrid odors of shit and piss begin to permeate, and I take a long, solid intake of air through my nose.
Then, nothing.
There is something to say about the silence of death. Some might call it eerie, but I don’t. It’s a feeling of longing that envelops my skin in a warm, vibrating sensation, making my ears feel weightless, as if gravity itself has slipped away.
It’s peaceful.
“Sofuckingbeautiful.” Kai’s breath fans against my ear, and I lean back against his chest. “You’re so godsdamn beautiful.”
Chapter 38
Kairhyse
Snaking my arm around her waist, I pull her flush against my chest. Her body burns against mine, her pulse thundering with the remnants of adrenaline. I feel her trying to steady her breathing—not from exhaustion, but from the high. The drug of revenge courses through her veins, and she’s riding out its intoxicating effects.
Her hand slides up, trailing across my chest and over my neck as she turns in my arms. Those silvern eyes cut through the darkness, piercing straight into me. She is a masterpiece at any moment, but bathed in crimson, she transcends flesh and blood—becoming something otherworldly.
I may as well fall to my knees now and worship her as the ruler of my world.
My fingers tangle in her hair, yanking free the tie and letting her dark strands tumble over her shoulders. I fist her roots, tilting her head back.
“I will give you the world,” I murmur against her mouth, feeling the hitch in her breath as she parts her lips, urging—no,daring—me to take them. “What you do with it…” My free hand traces the delicate curve of her neck, gliding up to cradle her jaw. My grip is firm, possessive, as my thumb drags slowly across her lips, smearing the blood in its path.
