Page 68 of Dark Souls

Darkside

I leaned my back against the wall with my arms folded as I watched Luka precisely but brutally rip out each one of Mitchell’s teeth with pliers, leaving his precious fangs until the very end. He choked on the copious amount of blood that was forming in his mouth, gargling his screams. He twisted his face to the side so it would spill out on the table he was strapped to. Facing the video camera that was perched on a stand, I bent forwards so I could look into his eyes.

“Smile for the camera, Mitchell. Belladonna wants to say hi.”

His head fell back down on the table as he pinched his eyes closed. Luka walked around him, with his bloody hands tapping away at his chin, studying Mitchell.

“These straps just aren’t going to work for what I have planned,” he stated calmly, tugging one tighter, which made Mitchell cry out because he put pressure on the millions of cuts in his torso Luka had made with his scorched stake. Luka strolled over to the wall of torture equipment and picked up two long, sharp wooden spears. He threw one across the room to me and I caught it by the leather handle around the middle to stop it from burning my hands.

“Shoulders,” Luka said, and I stepped forwards to Mitchell’s right shoulder as Luka stood by his left. Luka lifted the spear above his head and then slammed it down into Mitchell’s shoulder with so much strength it went through his body and wedged itself in the table beneath him. An agonising cry left Mitchell, followed by protests, but Luka glanced over at me, ignoring him completely. “Your turn, love.”

I inhaled, wanting to make sure I impressed Luka by sending the spear into the table beneath Mitchell, just like he did. I wanted to show him that, even though I may be tiny in comparison, since giving him my soul, I felt stronger than ever. With both hands wrapped around the spear, I did a little jump into the air with it raised above my head and used my whole body weight to plunge it through Mitchell’s shoulder. It pierced the table beneath him, keeping him pinned down.

I gave a whoop of celebration as a beautifully wicked smile lit up Luka’s face. Mitchell was crying now, tears mixing with the blood on his face as his bloody chest lifted and fell frantically.

Luka undid the straps on Mitchell’s torso but kept the ones on his legs in place. I stepped back when I saw the dangerous savageness cast over my mate’s eyes and licked my lips, preparing to watch Luka really unleash his wrath. My heart was pounding and adrenaline was rampaging through me because I was excited to see it. I knew what that made me. Fucked in the head. I’d always known this about myself. It’s who I was. I was attracted to danger.

And no one was more dangerous than my mate at that moment.

Without warning, Luka threw a bone-crushing punch into Mitchell’s side and the delicious sound of a rib cracking filled the air. He did another. And another. He was taking his time, making sure every punch was accurately placed to do the most damage, but the sheer strength and ferocity that went behind each one was so impressive. When all his ribs were cracked, Luka climbed on top of the table and straddled his torso, adding pressure to his shattered rib cage. And then he let all his inner rage spill out of him with every vicious punch to his face. The speed and pure violence of his relentless attack left Mitchell’s face unrecognisable in seconds. Blood squirted in all directions from every impact, spraying across the floor, the walls and me. I simply watched, mesmerised and so fucking turned on by the scene.

Mitchell was unconscious. His face was practically caved in when Luka stopped and climbed off him. Luka’s bare chest was streaked with Mitchell’s blood and his hands were covered in it, too. His broad shoulders rose and fell with rapid breaths. As I scanned him from head to toe, licking my lips and squirming against the wall, he did the same to me, and when my eyes locked with his, all I saw was a blazing fire behind them. The intensity of them caused my heart to skip a beat.

I instantly felt desire rush through me, sending a flurry of butterflies fluttering in my lower stomach and a throbbing ache between my legs. I couldn’t help it. Seeing him like this, so feral as he got his revenge, was so arousing. A second later, Luka zoomed across the room, grabbed me by my thighs and hoisted me up against the wall, pinning me there with his body. His tongue possessed my mouth, sliding against mine with passion as I fumbled to pull down the grey joggers and release his steel dick. He hooked my thong to the side under my short skirt, and then he was inside me, causing my head to fly back against the wall as I cried out. He ravished my neck and collarbone with licks, bites and kisses as he fucked me hard against the wall.

“Fucking mine,” he growled as my hands clawed through his hair and tugged sharply while he grabbed at my ass and slammed his dick inside me, destroying me in the best way. I could feel the pressure building quickly, the need to erupt in pleasure, making my toes curl in my boots that were locked around his waist.

I knew I wasn’t going to last much longer as my body trembled, and my moans heightened with every thrust of his pierced cock scraping up and down my walls. My back arched, pressing my body into him as I cried out my intense orgasm, mixing with his animalistic grunts and swearing as his thighs shook and he came too. He hid his face in my neck as my arms locked around his head, fingers gripping his hair as he tried to catch his breath. I opened my eyes and looked directly at the video camera. An evil smile appeared on my face, knowing that our undeniable passion had just become our own little porno.

He slowly slid out of me and lowered me to the floor on my jelly-like legs. His fingers disappeared under my skirt, sliding through my pussy to feel his cum seeping out of me. He hummed appreciatively and then put my thong back in place.

“So fucking perfect.”

He slid his fingers into my mouth so I could taste us together, and I swirled my tongue against them. He groaned, his eyes heating once more. “Don’t fucking tempt me, love. He’ll be awake soon and it’s Heathen’s turn.”

I licked my lips after he’d removed his fingers and leaned back on the wall again, watching Luka walk back around the table and pick up a knife. He stood directly behind his head and slapped Mitchell’s mangled face a few times with the blade to rouse him.

“Wakey, wakey, Devil. The demon’s coming for you.”

Mitchell groaned and his swollen eyes attempted to open. Holding his jaw still with one hand, Luka carved a line along his forehead and all the way around the back of his skull. He lowered the knife when he was done and, with two hands, slowly peeled back the skin of Mitchell’s hairline, leaving the top of his skull exposed. The screams that came from Mitchell were vile, which only made me smile wider.

“Did you know,” Luka started shouting over Mitchell’s screams. “Hearts aren’t Heathen’s favourite organ. They’re his second favourite. But they are more convenient to remove and eat than brains.”

Mitchell’s body was thrashing like a fish out of water now, the restraints on his arms and legs and the spears through his shoulders keeping him trapped. Fascinated, I walked over to stand next to Luka as he delicately sliced a hole out of Mitchell’s skull.

“And, lucky for Mitchell, people can survive with half a brain.”

“Oh my god,” I breathed in awe as I studied the inside of Mitchell’s head up close. “I’ve never seen a real brain before. That’s amazing.”

“Tastes amazing too.”

Luka winked at me before he effortlessly shifted into Heathen. I stared into my demon mate’s onyx eyes as he narrowed them on me. He walked into me, forcing me backwards until my back hit the wall, his wings folded behind him and the knife clasped in one of his claws. I stared at him with a challenge in my eyes until he was right in front of me, pressing his forehead against mine.

“That was fucking hot to watch Luka fucking you, Snow. But I’m feeling left out.”

“You better impress me with your creativity then, demon. Then I might reward you, too.”

His lips twisted into a sinister smile, showing his terrifying razor set of teeth, and I moaned because, damn, he was so sexy.

“Anything for you, Snow.”

He turned around, staring down at Mitchell, who was panting, and begging for Heathen to kill him quickly.

“What a good egg Luka is, plating you so beautifully for my lunch. Bet you are rethinking your plan to starve me and Luka in that cave now, asshole, because I am fucking famished. But I’ll save your brains for dessert.”

Heathen lifted the knife and slowly started carving into Mitchell’s left side, towards his back and under his cracked ribs. I frowned, trying to guess what organ he was removing first. Heathen delved his claw into the hole he’d made and ran his forked tongue over his lips in concentration. He suddenly pulled out a fist-sized organ that looked a bit like a large kidney bean.

“The spleen.” Heathen smirked at me. “Never tried one before. I’ll give you my verdict.”

He shoved the whole thing in his mouth and chewed. I slammed my hand over my mouth, half in disbelief and half to hide my amusement.

“Mmm, not bad. A bit gamey. But kind of sweet too,” He spoke with his mouth full and then swallowed. “Leaves a bit of tang behind, though. I’d give it two stars.”

“Out of how many?” I shouted over Mitchell’s whimpers with a chuckle, unable to hide my amusement any longer.

“Five, of course. Is there such a thing as more than five stars?”

“I guess, if it’s really, really good, you could give five and a half.”

“I doubt any organ belonging to this asshole would be worth five and a half stars. You, on the other hand, fuck, I bet your colon would get a Michelin star. Too bad I can’t eat you. In that way, anyway.” He winked.

I burst out laughing. “You are ridiculous.”

He moved around the other side of the table. “Now for the main. I am tempted to cut his dick off, but I really have no desire to put that in my mouth.”

I scoffed, shaking my head as he tapped the bloody blade against his chin, deep in thought.

“I’ve decided. I’m going for the liver,” he said, as if he was reading a menu in a restaurant. He cut into the skin on his right side, below his ribs, causing Mitchell to pass out before Heath pulled out the huge organ.

He grabbed a stool from the side of the room and took a seat before taking a massive bite out of it.

“Verdict?”

“Mmm.” He smacked his lips together and closed his eyes, savouring the taste. “Divine. Complex. Rich. I give it a solid four stars.”

When he had finished casting away the last bit on the floor because he said he needed to leave room for dessert, I decided this was the most entertaining thing I had ever seen.

Standing above Mitchell’s head, he rubbed his claws together with excitement. “I haven’t eaten a brain in so long.”

“You’ve eaten one before?” I arched my eyebrow.

“A stupid slayer who was hunting us solo. He quickly became the prey. My brother got his heart and I took his brains.”

“I can imagine.”

Heathen studied the exposed brain with interest. “Now, I don’t want to cause sudden death, so I need to stay clear of the brainstem. I still want him to feel everything, so the parietal lobe is a no-go. I could take my chances on the temporal lobe, but he might go blind or lose his hearing.”

“I had no idea you were so knowledgeable, Heathen.”

“Snow, I’m not just a pretty face.”

I rolled my eyes with a smile as he cut a chunk out of what I guessed was the temporal lobe. Mitchell had come back around but was barely audible now, the noises he was making were too inhuman to decipher.

Heathen placed the small square of brain in his mouth and closed his eyes, bending his knees as he moaned with delight.

“Let me guess, Michelin star?”

He shook his head. “No way. But I’d give it a generous five stars.”

He licked his fingers clean and then moved to the side of Mitchell and waved his claw in his face. “Helloooo, can you still see me?” Mitchell groaned in response. “Hmm, not that it matters. I’m full now. Time to end this fucker once and for all.”

Heathen’s claw plunged into Mitchell’s chest without warning, causing Mitchell’s back to arch and his mouth to fall open wordlessly. Heathen leaned over his face, keeping his hand in his chest and sneered, “Give my regards to Veles.”

He ripped out his heart and held it above his body while he watched the life drain from his eyes.

The room became deafeningly quiet after hours of Mitchell’s screaming and I stared at my mate as he stared down at Mitchell with no emotion.

“How do you feel?” I asked softly.

“Honestly.” He glanced up at me. “Not much. Is that weird? Am I a psychopath?”

I smiled. “Are you only just realising? Yes, you are a psychopath, Heathen. But you’re my psycho.” I shrugged my shoulders. “He got what he deserved and knowing Belladonna would have felt all of that makes it even better. So, I guess I am a psychopath, too.”

“What a pair we make.” He gave me that cheeky Heathen grin I had missed so much since his stalking days and strolled over to the table, dumping the heart in a plastic bag.

“Aren’t you going to eat it?”

“It’s a gift for Casmira. She’s going to need it when she shifts.”

“Casmira? Oh, Hana’s demon?”

“Yeah. My sister.” He walked towards me and grabbed my hand. “Let’s go. I’m ready for my reward now.”

I giggled as he dragged me out of the room without even glancing back at the dead corpse on the table. The moment we climbed up the stairs and entered the lobby of the palace, all the guards and maids scurried back, gasping at the sight of Heathen’s true form. And if that wasn’t shocking enough, he was smothered in Mitchell’s blood.

“Hello,” Heathen said with a bright smile that showed his entire set of razor teeth as we passed a maid who looked like she was about to faint. He bowed his head towards the next. “Hello. I’m Heathen.” We kept walking as I pressed my lips together to stop the eruption of laughter at everyone’s shocked faces. “Good day, sir. Heathen. Ilaria’s soulmate. Get used to this face. You’ll be seeing a lot of it from now on.”

When we reached the front door and walked past the guards, I couldn’t contain myself anymore. I burst out laughing as he stopped at the top of the steps outside and turned to me.

“You are insane. I love you, you nutter.”

“Well, that’s good.” He smirked, pulling me into his body roughly. “Because you’re kind of stuck with me for all eternity.”

Without warning, his wings expanded behind him, and he pushed off the ground, sending us soaring into the sky. The maids and guards who raced out the door to watch us became small dots in the landscape as I screamed with absolute joy. When the clouds appeared around us, I let go of his shoulders and threw my arms up like wings, curving my body into his as he held me tightly and let out a laugh of pure happiness.

I was flying. But only because I knew he would never let me fall.