Chapter 6 The Descent of the Soul
Chapter 6: The Descent of the Soul
T he next few weeks became a relentless cycle—my own version of hell on earth as each kill made me more numb than the last. Each night, bringing on nightmares that would end with me under Belraxas’ dominance as he fucked me and forced me to watch him skin souls, tearing their limbs and eating them over me. It wasn’t the torture that aggravated me, but the simple fact that he refused to let me play—forcing me to simply watch as he drove me mad with both pleasure and frustration all at once.
Each soul he tortured and decimated…regenerated only to have him do it all over again. It threw me into a haze of both bloodlust and carnal desperation.
Every night I was left bereft with his absence, only the echoes of his laughter haunting me as my inhumanity continued to grow.
I wasn’t stupid enough to believe that it was all coincidental. The demon was conditioning me, forcing me into a headspace that once only took up a fraction of my life…now consuming me alive like maggots against necrotic flesh.
My family began to question where I was going. They saw me growing distant, my mind always lost in the next kill. Their worried looks used to depress me but now they simply heightened the fact of why I should distance myself further from their humanity.
Balraxas. Balraxas.
My voice chanted his name in my mind though I knew it wasn’t me. It was the little demon sprites that followed him, chittering chattering like minions. Everytime he took me to the underworld, they began to appear, watching us as we indulged in our depravity and bathed in the blood of tortured souls.
A few of them would coo my name when Balraxas would fill me with his despicable seed—something I began to suspect made my body crave his.
I let out a raw laugh as I walked along the street, startling a nearby pedestrian.
The jokes on him, because tonight, I planned to fix this little problem that arose.
Whistlers Bar was located in the heart of a dilapidated city, known to be full of riff raff and men you didn’t want your mother to know about. It was the perfect place to find what I wanted…no, what I needed.
Belraxas’ touch always left behind an evil grime on my skin. No amount of scouring with nails and blistering hot water could make it go away. He probably knew that fact and relished in it, marking his territory in his own way. I didn’t notice it until some of the men in my neighborhood began giving me a wide berth when I would walk by. As if they could see the haze of the underworld pulsing from my skin like an aura.
At first it annoyed me. But I soon came to not care since men disgusted me on a good day.
But here at Whistlers, all the men leered openly as I clicked my heels toward the most virile looking male at the bar.
“You,” I pointed with hooded eyes. “You’re coming with me.”
I crooked my finger and the other men and the bar hooped and hollered, cat calling me, asking to be next in line.
I ignored them all, my mind focused on one thing and one thing only. We drove back to my place and by the time he parked his car and exited the driver side door, I could already see the tent in his pants.
Good.
A smart woman wouldn’t let a stranger know where she lived. A smart woman would have probably taken a one night stand to a seedy motel.
A smart woman wouldn’t be a black widow, lurking in the shadows, waiting for her next lover—or her next victim.
We ripped each other’s clothes off the moment we crossed the threshold of my front door. The stranger’s eyes dilated with lust and hunger as I shoved him onto my bed and climbed on, grabbing his dick with intent. I had never heard a man shout the way he did as I swallowed him down to the back of my throat, trying to milk him with my mouth before impaling his hard cock between my legs.
I rode him hard and fast, frustrated it wasn’t doing it for me despite his impressive size and girth. The stranger gripped my hips with strong hands, lost in his own pleasure as he hissed and groaned every time we slammed into each other.
“That’s it, baby. You feel so fucking good. Do you like my big cock, baby?” he growled. “Ride me. Use me.”
I slapped his face and he stared at me stunned.
I didn’t want to hear him talk. I needed him to get me off!
With my own growl, I pulled out and pushed his shoulders back, climbing up until my pussy was in his face.
“Eat me. Now,” I commanded, grinding myself against his face until he began to massage my ass, doing as I bade.
He had skill. Enough to tell me he had one too many one night stands that left broken hearts in his wake. My distaste for him grew a little more.
But his talent still wasn’t enough. Deep down, I knew the reason why but I refused to acknowledge it. I couldn’t let it have power over me. I couldn’t let…
“Fuck. I need you to fist me,” I bit out, pleasure waning the longer his tongue played around. This. This was why I stopped dating. The sheer disappointment hit me like a tidal wave and it only made me pissed.
He sputtered against me and tossed me off, bolting to his feet, looking at me like I was crazy. And maybe I was because all I could do was curl my lip into a snarl at his audacity.
“You want me to what ?” he asked incredulously.
I slowly sat up, tilting my head to the side as I watched him watching me. “You heard what I said,” I cooed, crawling forward like a feline in heat. “I said fist me. Unless, I’m not the only pussy here…?”
“What did you just say to me?” He balled his hands into fists and my excitement grew. Oh, things just got a whole lot more interesting indeed.
I sat on my haunches, massaging my breasts without a care in the world. “You heard what I said… baby ,” I told him with a wink, sticking my tongue out to lick my own nipples in suggestion.
If he didn’t get his act together, this little tryst of ours was going to end with him—
He lunged at me in the next second, his eyes morphing from lust to hatred. I grinned widely like a cat who finally caught her little pet mouse when the only thing that landed on me was a hot spray of blood across my face.
Wiping the thick liquid with the back of my hands, I blinked a few times in confusion before seeing Balraxas with his own smile, and a wicked looking serrated spear in his hands with the stranger impaled a few inches before me. Blood dribbled from the man’s mouth comically—you know, the way Hollywood always portrayed it in the movies.
A few emotions slammed into me in that instant. Frustration that I didn’t get off before he was killed. Annoyance that it was Balraxas who cock-blocked me. Irritation at myself for my pussy fluttering at the appearance of said demon.
“And what, pray tell, do you think you are doing, little human?” Balraxas purred, lifting the spear, sliding the limp body of a three hundred something pound man down its shaft.
“What does it look like I’m doing, demon? Surely just because you don’t have eyes doesn’t mean you’re blind. I’m not that stupid,” I snapped, crossing my arms, the blood making me slide across my skin.
He owed me new sheets. And maybe a call to a maid service to clean this up before the cops arrived with questions.
“As much as I enjoy watching you play with your prey…I found myself with a strange new emotion when it came to this one,” he scowled.
I lifted a brow. “Oh, really?”
I hated the way my heart fluttered at his admission. The same way he hated the way this man buried inside me made him feel.
“Yes, there was just something about the way he…” Balraxas trailed off, lost in thought.
I chastised myself for finding the wretched being endearing in the moment.
“If you’re not here to fix the problem you created, then I suggest you leave.” The annoyance was evident in my voice. “And tell your stupid little sprites to come clean this up, since that’s your fault too.”
He snapped his head to mine, his lips curled. “You’d rather have the company of imbeciles like sprites and this thing , than me?”
I stood up, shoving my finger in his chest, tilting my head back to glare at him. I hated that the smell of hellfires now reminded me of him. “Yes. I am saying that. Get your ass out of my house. You’ve caused enough trouble.”
The air around us shimmered and I was on my stomach, on my bloodstained sheets with Balraxas covering my back, his claws slowly trailing the crimson splatters in lazy patterns.
“I find your anger endearing,” he whispered, licking my spine.
My body trembled beneath him, my pussy crying out for him to fill me.
“Yeah, well, then you should be happy to know I hate you daily and plot to kill you in all the best of ways.”
He groaned, undulating his hips against me, his extra limbs extruding from his body.
“You tease me with your words, Lena. Yet you never carry out your promises,” he pouted and I rolled my eyes.
Truth be told, I had thought of all the different ways I wanted to decimate his body. From cutting off his fingers and jabbing it into the slits on his ribs, to carving out eye sockets and forcing him to look at me the way I wanted him to.
One of his phallic limbs slipped into my pussy, his hands wrapping around me with a level of intimacy that made me uncomfortable.
“You vex me. My jealousy rages to infernal heights when I know you’re trying to rid me from your soul…knowing full well we’ve already entwined ourselves for eternity,” he whispered., kissing my shoulder.
“What the hell do you want from me, Balraxas? Knowing full well that the only way you would get me to be in the underworld with you would be to kill me.” I turned to look at him, caught by surprise when his long, black tongue slithered into my mouth for a depraved kiss.
Ugh. One I passionately returned.
“Would it be so bad, Lena? For me to be able to devour you for all eternity? You would always return to me…as souls always do.”
Another limb slid into my ass and I whined at his teasing. He knew exactly what I wanted and was holding it back on purpose. I rocked back against him and he softly chuckled, his hands massaging my breast, his nails raking against my skin.
“The only problem with your logic,” I panted, chasing my pleasure. “Is that I wouldn’t have you in all the ways I wanted you.”
He stopped, his chest heaving from short breaths. It was so abrupt, I thought he was being summoned by the hellscape he came from, by his master, but instead his voice croaked out, “in all the ways you wanted me…”