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“Rome, you’ve been holdin out on me,” Cali pouted.

“No, you just never asked what was in here. Bet your ass memorizes that book now.” He glanced back at her with a smirk.

“Get him inside,” he said to two acolytes, steppin back to wrap his arm around Cali’s waist. I tracked his thumb gently massaging her bump and smiled.

“You know, you may be an asshole of epic proportions, per Cali’s usual words, only bein bested by Grimm when’s he’s a broody dick, but you ain’t that bad. And you care about the elderly.”

“I don’t brood,” Grimm said, squeezin my side.

“Well, you may be annoying as fuck, and a chick I only kept around for Cali’s sake–– and Grimm’s, because he went soft on me––but I’m glad you’re home. But don’t tell anyone about the old folk. I got a rep to obtain,” he joked.

“That was so adorable I have tears,” Cali laughed, wiping wetness from her eyes.

“You have tears because you’re an emotional bitch, babe.”

He really just undid all progress with that sentence, but Cali just laughed it off and elbowed him.

We watched Noah loaded into the ‘Lilith’, and he fought for once, as best he could under the circumstances.

Grimm kissed my neck, and then rested his chin on my shoulder, speakin lowly into my ear.

“It was built to replicate the real thing. Those spikes won’t hit any vital organs.

He’ll feel ten stabs through his flesh all at the same time.” As he explained, Cobra slammed the doors shut.

The thick padlocked hinges interlocked, and the room erupted in cheers a second after a piercing cry that sounded more animal than man pierced the air.

Grimm placed another light kiss just beneath my ear, nippin the lower lobe before he spoke again. “Two spikes in the shoulder, two in the lower back, and one in each ass cheek.”

He shifted, pullin me further back into him; I could his hardened cock through the fabric of our pants. “Three spikes in the chest, and one in the stomach. Do you hear the way he’s screaming? The spikes are binding with each bloody wound. Listen to him struggle, making them go deeper.

“That closed in space, nowhere to go and only darkness to see. It only exacerbates the pain and misery.”

I gripped his hands firmly in mine. This was a whole new form of dirty talk.

Cobra opened the doors, revealin a flash of Noah’s bloody body, tearin the spikes free, just to slam them shut again, bringin forth another loud yell, this time, seeming to echo through the entire house.

Blood poured from the bottom of the Lilith and leaked from the open holes. But he wasn’t dead yet, beneath all the chanting you could hear him moanin in pain.

His death wasn’t meant to come fast. He was meant to suffer in agony, just like the Mayor of Centriole would.

“Take it to the Leviathan. We’ll burn him sometime tomorrow,” Romero ordered, nearly draggin Cali out the room.

“Come on,” Grimm said, leading me after them.

We weaved in and out of the gathered in the house. Ava satanas, and memento mori, reached my ears more than once.

“What does Memento mori mean?” I asked as soon as we made it to his room without incident.

“Remember death,” he answered, watching me kick my shoes off and shimmy my pants down. “They celebrate death as much as they do the devil.”

I lifted my shirt off, droppin it to the floor. I stepped back to get a good look at him as he removed his own clothes.

“They celebrate me finding you.” He closed the gap I created and clasped my hips, easily lifting me up onto his dresser. The metallic metal cooled my ass cheeks.

“I ain’t nothin to celebrate,” I laughed.