House of Wolves
A scream escaped into the night from an old, abandoned hospital on the East side of town, but there was no one there to hear. No one save for the poor girl's attacker who merely let out a wicked sounding laugh as he held her down, his eyes baring into hers as they turned suddenly from hazel to pitch black. Her breath became more ragged and she cried out again, begging for her life, for mercy... for god to save her.
"Mercy?" he howled, more laughter ripping from his chest. "Do I look merciful to you?" he purred. His every word dripped with venom, wretched and sour, yet so temptingly sweet.
"If so, then I'm flattered, but darling, you are so wrong. Your God isn't going to save you. Not now. He's not here. He left all of you behind. Instead, you have me, and I'm not so sorry to say that your soul will never reach heaven. Or even hell for that matter because it's mine." As he drew in a breath, he positioned his face above hers, dragging her soul from it's resting place within her core.
Her body spasmed, fighting back against the unnatural act, but his grip only got tighter as she choked out words that became nothing but a jumbled mess of sounds.
As his mind reeled and he could feel his body taking in the soul, bathing in the high it put him on, he sighed, allowing the euphoria to take him over.
That was at least, until he felt the sanctified presence of another, his eyes going from black to the hazel of his vessel, and the hair on the back of his neck standing on end. Why could he never dine in peace?
“Show yourself!” He demanded, getting to his feet as he let the woman’s now empty husk of a body hit the ground with a sickening, hollow thud. “If I’m not mistaken, I don’t remember inviting any feather asses along.”
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