Page 4 of Grave Devil
I lunge forward. “Wait!”
In a matter of seconds, the tree swallows him. The night is still and quiet again. It’s as if he were never even here. And yet the fire in my belly and between my legs reminds me that he very much was.
And in nine months’ time, he will return in some way. He will spread his seed like a disease in every woman’s belly, keeping us in darkness forever. All because of me. And Lucy…What was her role in this?
By the time I reach the village square, the night sky has given way to a light blue. The sun will rise soon. I crawl into bed next to my Enzo and weep. He wakes to my cries and holds me.
“What is wrong, mi amor?”
I sniffle against his chest. “Nothing, my love. I drank too much.”
He cradles me to him. “What can I do to make it better?”
I bite my lip. The hatred and rage I have for myself threaten to consume me. “Make love to me, Enzo. Please. I don’t want to wait until we are married. I need the warmth of the sun now.”
But the sun never shone on us again in Evigheden. Not like it did before. Back before I sold my soul to the devil and his Wishing Tree.
Present day.
Ever Graves.
ARIES
Fresh blood trickles onto the paper as I cross another name off my list. The ruby red is a stark contrast to the rust-colored stains that surround it. Each mark is redemption and overdue vengeance. And it doesn’t even belong to me. But I own it.
“Mors vincit omnia.”Death always wins. I pull my dagger from the bastard’s thick throat as I mock his own motto.
I shoot a text to my twin sister.I got another one, Lib.
She doesn’t reply. She never does. Not anymore. The weight of what happened to her is so heavy it threatens to crush us both. So I made a vow to kill every single fucker who ever violated her. But it never seems to be enough. It won’t be until I get the one who caused it all.
Our father.Who’s not in heaven. Yet. Hallowed be thy name.
She told me she wouldn’t ever get a good night’s sleep as long as he still breathes. I urged her not to worry. Told her to live her life. To fuck and frolic and indulge in every fucking whim she desires. And that I, Aries Thorn, loyal brother, dutiful son, lover,friend, and prince of poison, I alone would end it.This legacy of poison has tainted these lands of Melancholia.
I wipe the blade with my favorite handkerchief. It’s black with silver stitching, and in the right-hand corner lie the initials BC.Bones Crane. A man as fierce and as deadly as my blade.Mine. Both him and the blade.
I punch in his number and put him on speaker phone when he answers. “You should see the fucking mess I made, baby.”
He chuckles through the line. “I can only imagine, you fucking psycho. Are you playing with their blood again?”
Mmm. He knows me well. “I’m about to. But I need some coaxing.”
Bones breathes heavily into the phone. “Tell me. Let me hear you.”
I set the phone down so I have both my hands free. I cradle my cock in one and smooth the flat of my blade up and down my shaft. “I’m so fucking hard right now.”
“Yeah? I bet you are. You looking at his mangled corpse? Admiring your artistry?” I can hear the rustling of Bones’s pants. The sound of his zipper coming undone.
I feast my eyes on the dead body, my cock growing in size. I give it a tight squeeze as I rub the blade’s cool, steel surface over my tip. “Mmm. Fuck. I severed a few arteries… There’s so much blood, baby.”
He draws heavier breaths. “I’m gonna cum so hard with you. Go on, Ries… you know what I like.”
I’m so close to exploding in my own hand, I have to bite my lip hard to bring myself back to the present. I’m about to get lost inside my perverse mind.This abomination deserves it. And nothing gets me off more than punishing those who are worthy of it.
Bones coaxes me through the phone. “You’re such a good fucking boy, Ries. Fuck. I’m already… cumming. Uhhh. Fuck.”
Tears soak my face as I unleash my anger, my rage, and my cum. “Fuck. You,” I grit out.Thrust. “Fuck. Nocturnus.”Thrust. “Fuck!” Oh my god. My orgasm builds into another one before I can even soften, then harden again. I’ve become addicted to this rush. To this act of vile revenge. I do it for me as much as I do it for her. Because I’m sick and twisted and fucking diabolical. As all the Thorn men are… It’s the poison in our veins. In our minds. We are something other than men now. Something monstrous.
