Page 1 of The Sins That Bleed

I watch the dark-cherry liquid bubble through the opening in his chest, centuries of rot pouring in rivulets that feed the thick rivers oozing from the edges of my silver dagger.

I nearly let a moan slip past my crimson-painted lips; the heady rush of power has me feeling as though I’m alive once again. His blood is like oil, sticking to everything it touches and staining so deeply into the fibres that washing it out entirely is impossible.

Like the sins of man.

I force my eyes back to his so I can watch the final moments of his existence as they seep outside of his body like tumbling rubies. There is nothing he can do but succumb to the inevitable end I have reigned upon him.

“Au revoir, mon démon. I hope you rot in whichever depraved hell you are dragged to.” I weep, but these tears are for me, not him.

My darling husband can do nothing to respond to the gift I have bestowed upon him.

His cock wilts and softens where it is still buried inside of me.

I straddle him and admire the view while the rest of his body decays a little more with each droplet of blood that leaks from him.

Only his onyx eyes can bore into mine, as the life of his sins drain from red to black, I revel in the anger, the hatred I find reflected in them.

My anger.

My hatred.

For everything this motherfucker put me through, for who I had to become to survive him and his cruel world. Now it is my turn to take everything from him that he cherished, everything that wasn’t me, because I was only ever a trophy for him to parade in front of his loyal subjects.

I will take and take until I’ve crafted an entire empire of my own. Using the seeds I’ve stolen from my king to curate a world where I rule. They will fear me, they will lust over me, to win my favour. For their beloved Vampire King is dead.

Now they must bow for their Queen.