Page 26 of The Good Char (Soul Taker)
DZIK
It’s been two days since my last visit here. Walking toward my apartment, I felt the air shift. When my breath came out in visible puffs, I swung around to find the master stand there.
Crap.
“Master…” I started, caving my shoulders in a little to bow.
“You wouldn’t happen to know why there has been an influx of souls leaving this place, would you? I’m sure it is not a coincidence that I find you here,” he said without emotion.
“If I said it was because of me, will it reduce my sentence?” I blurted out.
The master’s eyes flamed and then darkened once more. “No.”
I sighed dejectedly. “Then I won’t claim it to be me, sadly.”
He nodded his head and disappeared in a cloud of smoke before the atmosphere readjusted itself.
That was the first time he checked in on me.
I wonder what was happening back in the underworld.
Jealousy ripped through my throat and I frowned.
They could all choke on their own tongues for all I care.
Stomping toward the apartment building, I bypassed my lower level home and went directly up the next flight of stairs.
The sound of light metal scraping caught my ears just as I made it up the final step… to find the male from across the hall trying to mess with Kimmy’s locks.
“What the hell are you doing?” I barked out.
Failing to hide behind his hoodie, he dropped his tools and ran. But I was faster. I let him unlock his door and swing it open, then tackled him to the ground and dug my demon claws into the side of his neck to keep him subdued.
He cried like every other pathetic human. Hopefully he wouldn’t piss like the last one.
I leaned in and licked up some of the blood that began to bead from his pierced flesh.
“What are you hiding here, human? The smell of stale blood is strong in this room.”
“G-Get off me!”
“Or else what?” I growled. “You going to kill me like you did the last woman you had here? I can still smell her piss and shit. In fact, I’m confident you’re the reason why the master paid me a visit.”
“W-What the hell are you?” He coughed out and I dug my fingers deeper, feeling around his tendons. An idea struck me like the master’s whip and a menacing smile grew.
“I’m your first nightmare, the rest will find you in the afterlife. Send the other demons my regards,” I cackled before I snatched a few of his tendons out while ripping the corner of his mouth. He was gurgling on his own blood and bile before he could get a scream out.
The dark liquid began to pool around us, seeping into the woodwork of the floor in intricate linear patterns as I continued to dismember him. Melkgard would lecture my ear off about ruining the meat, but it wasn’t about that this time.
No, he was going to satisfy a different kind of craving boiling inside of me.
I listened to his gurgled cries as I continued to claw into his flesh, stripping it one at a time, watching the way it peeled like melted stringed cheese from his muscles. The more tendons I exposed, the more I gleefully laughed as I saved them to the side, separating muscle from bone.
My hands began to slip as I slowly became bored with the fact that he stopped screaming. He couldn’t even stay alive for my entertainment, the insolent human.
Gathering my prizes, I walked out of his apartment as the sound of chitter chatters appeared behind me. I slowly made my way to Kimmy’s door, memorizing the new scratches on her knob before pulling out my key.
I took off my boots and dropped my prizes the moment I made it inside and made my way soundlessly to her bedside. She was a deep sleeper, her light snores a catalyst to my dark desires.
Lifting her shirt, I drew on her pebbled skin with the blood coating my fingers. Continuing to trail them with intentional patterns, I stared at my demon name before leaning down to clean the blood off her.
Repeating the motion with blood and tongue, I traveled down her navel to the strong scent of her desire. Chitter chatters came in waves as the sprites curiously watched what I was doing.
Their voyeuristic tendencies made my possessive nature amplify. Growling against the apex of her legs, she gasped in her sleep as I once again forced her to give me what I craved while she remained unconscious and blissfully unaware of the monster between her legs.
With the scent of blood, the adrenaline of the fresh kill still in my veins, my pleasure was amplified beyond measure as she squirmed around in her bed innocently while trying to break my neck with her closing thighs.
My horns sprouted atop my head, slowly inching its way into a curl as my flesh suit tore further and further along my skull. Only Kimmy could bring me such pain and contentment at the same damn time.
“Mr. Dzik, please,” she moaned, her brows furrowing while her eyes remained closed.
I pierced her pussy with a few of my fingers alongside my thumb, stretching her beyond her little body’s capabilities. Thoughts of burying my phallus deep in her womb made me want to combust. I groaned, on my knees worshiping her as she shook and gave me what I craved.
“That’s a good girl,” I whispered against her skin, retracting my tongue then making sure to clean any evidence of blood left behind. Her scent was intoxicating and I may or may not have intentionally left a light wound on her inner thigh as evidence of my midnight claim.
When I removed myself, I scowled at the bloodstains on her sheets, but there was nothing to be done about it now.
Running a hand down my face, I forced myself to once again, leave her side and torture myself until she returns to work the next day.
Shoving my feet into my boots, I realized they wouldn’t fit because they had elongated into something inhuman.
“Blasted hell,” I grumbled, licking my lips to calm myself with her taste. Grabbing my things, I opened her door and took one last look at her beneath the moonlight’s glow.
With her dark hair splayed behind her, I began to wonder if she was sent here from the enemy… and if a demon could ever tame an angel.
My thoughts morose, I descended the steps and made my way to my own humble abode. Throwing my boots aside, I went down my latch and sat myself on the only furniture inside.
A few sprites popped in and I waited begrudgingly to see if I would receive more visitors. Luckily for me, none came.
“I need to stop the madness. What was she doing to me?” I said to no one in particular.
Disgusted with myself, my agitation grew when one of the sprites popped beside me, trying to take a seat on my atrocious couch. I grabbed its neck until its eyes exploded then grinned. It writhed in my grasp, trying to claw its own face as I pulled out its fangs until the writhing waned.
Breaking his neck, I pulled his head and spine out of its body then began to dig into his flesh to collect the bones to add to my little collection.