10. Their Goddess #3
“To protect your identity,” Jax said. “The people in that room have been trying to kill you. We have to take precautions.”
“Also… to shield you from all the blood,” Keith grinned, slipping on his own mask. “Getting blood in your eye is a bitch.”
After Jax tightened the mask around her face, she noticed the others putting on masks as well.
It was jarring how much more menacing they looked.
As she watched Caleb lean his ax against his shoulder, Ian twirl two thin blades between his fingers, and Keith playfully swing the large machete in his hand, she suddenly realized things were about to get very violent.
“Why don’t you guys use guns?” she asked.
“Too loud. Reapers don’t like drawing attention to ourselves,” Jax said, his hammer sliding into his grip.
“Honestly, sweetheart. We’re not the mafia,” Ian smirked as Caleb snorted.
“Besides,” Keith grinned, looking back at her. “Blades are more fun.”
Deja jumped, startled as Jax violently kicked down the door.
She had never seen them move so fast. Like a cyclone of blades penetrating a sea of flesh.
The screams were unlike anything she had ever heard.
As if they were souls damned to hell. She thought they’d at least ask questions first, but…
blood had painted the walls before anyone was able to react.
She realized the room was actually a massive suite, overlooking the lake.
The luxurious white couches, marble walls, and carpeted floors were quickly soiled with blood and entrails.
Deja hesitated to step inside. Not because she feared being caught in the crossfire, but because she wanted to watch her Reapers work.
Despite its massive size, Caleb swung his ax like a baton, moving it across his body and swinging it around his neck as if he were dancing as he dodged the severed heads and dismembered limbs he tore through like paper.
Meanwhile, Ian’s blades spun so fast between his fingers that they were practically invisible.
The damage he caused was almost unnoticeable if not for the bodies that randomly dropped and the blood that splattered the walls when he walked by them.
Ian was the cleanest of the Reapers, effortlessly avoiding any blood before it dared to stain his expensive jacket.
In complete contrast, Keith was soaked, from his long blond hair as it hung around his blood-coated shoulders, down to his blood-caked boots.
Using his machete to chaotically rip through bodies, Keith left his victims looking as if they had imploded.
The sheer force of his blade splitting their body in half, sending parts in every direction as entrails rained down on him like a New Year’s Eve celebration.
He was thriving in his element. As they all did.
Her eyes switched to Jax, who was holding someone up in the air by their neck as their feet dangled.
Their nails clawing at his hand till it bled.
But Jax was unmoved, glaring at them as if assessing his prey.
He violently slammed the claw of his hammer into their temple and ripped out pieces of their skull and half of their face.
The brutality was unlike anything Deja had ever seen. It ignited something in her. Made her fidget uncomfortably as her thighs rubbed together, suddenly aware that she was bare, hot, and… dripping.
Why did this turn her on so much? They were monsters. Demons of their own underworld ripping souls from flesh. Their violence should have alarmed her, but instead… it aroused her. And she wanted more.
The room had grown quiet with only the sound of dripping blood and body parts sliding against the walls.
A bald, heavy-set man clutched the blood-stained couch as he looked at the Reapers wide-eyed when Jax raised his hammer.
“It wasn’t my call!” the man blurted desperately with his hands in the air to protect his face.
Jax lowered his hammer. “...explain.”
The man looked at them fearfully. “Th-the order came from the Board. W-we… we had no choice! Every Reaper was ordered to target that broad.”
“I told them it was handled,” Ian said irritably. “I told them to back off.”
The man looked at Jax. “Th-they said she killed you. She had to pay.”
Jax lifted his mask and pointed his hammer at him. “You tell them… to call it off.”
But the man scoffed desperately. “It was a Global Order.”
Ian groaned as Caleb cursed under his breath. “Why the fuck?!” Keith snapped.
“Who on the Board?” Jax demanded.
The man shook his head. “...th-they’ll kill me-”
Jax violently grabbed his throat. “And I will make you beg for death.”
“Mad-Blood!” he finally shouted. “It was Mad-Blood!” Suddenly, the room went quiet. Deja noticed the color drain from Jax’s face. She looked at the others to see the same ghostly expressions.
“...th-that’s not…” Ian’s pupils dilated as his Adam’s apple bobbed. “...you must be mistaken…”
Jax released the man, dropping him to the ground as he gasped for breath.
“We-we were told she was dangerous. The threat she poses to the Society. Look how she’s ruined your image.
She’s-she’s embarrassed you on television,” the man explained.
Deja looked at him, startled. But it was the blank expressions on the guys’ faces that perturbed her.
“Look…” the man said cautiously. “...I know you guys fucked.
But no cheap pussy is worth all this. Especially her. She's basic.”
As if they suddenly snapped out of it, all eyes were on him. He panicked, attempting to run when the masked Reaper outside the door ran across the room, shoving him into the couch. His eyes widened in shock as he looked down and saw a switchblade dug deep into his chest.
“Basic, am I?!” Deja snarled, yanking the blade out before violently shoving it into his chest again.
“I spent the past 15 years of my life in a fucking lab trying to save the planet from assholes like you! High School Valedictorian. Summa Cumme Laude. Bachelor of Science. Master of Science. Ph-fucking-D! I’ve worked harder in one week than you’ve worked in your goddamn life, and yet here you are sitting on a fucking couch in some dingy-ass warehouse getting your dick wet and have the audacity to call yourself a Reaper for doing fuck all, yet I’m basic? !”
His body jerked as Deja repeatedly stabbed him in the chest until his blood splattered her mask. She drove the blade deep into his neck as it poured down his chest like a faucet. Pulling off her mask, she leaned in and whispered in his ear. “And I’ll have you know, my pussy is fucking exquisite!”
She yanked the blade out of his neck as blood spewed from the hole like a geyser.
She stumbled backward, trying to catch her breath as she wiped her face, accidentally smearing blood on her forehead.
She looked at the guys, blinking silently at her.
“Shit. I’m sorry. I think it’s like… postpartum anxiety or something.
I’ve got all these emotions, and I’m feeling extra sensitive, and-”
“Holy fuck!” Keith blurted, startling her.
“That… that was-” Ian started.
“Hot,” Caleb spilled. “So fucking hot. Goddamn, Deja, it was-”
“Exceedingly erotic,” Ian said, loosening his collar. “I’m not sure… When did you-”
“Ripped that motherfucker to shreds!” Keith said, lifting his mask and dropping his machete as he approached. “That’s it- This is the moment-”
Keith went to grab her, but she pointed her blade at his chest. “Whoa! Whoa! Whoa, buddy! Back it up. You guys just went full-on paralysis a second ago. Who’s Mad-Blood?”
The men fell silent as Deja set her eyes on Jax. His blue eyes darkened as he cleared his throat. “...was that my blade you used?” Jax asked. “You need something bigger. Less messier.”
Deja tilted her head with a flirtatious smirk. “I thought you liked me covered in blood…?”
Jax’s jaw tensed as his dick throbbed painfully. “Deja… you will not survive this night if you keep this up.”
“I don’t think she wants to,” Caleb grinned.
“This is the worst display of self-preservation I’ve ever seen,” Ian smirked.
“Shut up and answer my question,” she said, pushing her blade into Kieth’s shoulder.
“I just watched your sexy ass stab a man to death. You do realize you threatening me with a blade only turns me on, right?” Keith smirked as he grabbed her hand and shoved the blade deeper into his shoulder. Deja sharply inhaled at the strange sensation of her blade penetrating his flesh.
Jax swallowed hard. He recognized that look in her eyes all too well. He didn’t think he’d ever see it on her. That look of forbidden hunger… bloodlust.
Keith grinned knowingly, watching her lips part. “...exactly how wet are you right now, baby girl?” he said, reaching for her again.
But Deja stepped back from him playfully. “Aht! Aht! I didn’t say you could touch me…”
Keith laughed. “One kill and all of a sudden she thinks she’s untouchable.” Deja jerked as Keith roughly grabbed her by the throat. “I don’t fucking think so…” he growled.
She writhed in his chokehold as he smashed his lips into hers. Her body was on fire. She could feel herself leaking down her thighs, her body craving his touch.
Keith yelped as he released Deja and touched his bleeding lip. He looked at her, startled as she snickered mischievously, wiping his blood from her lips before she took off into the suite.
“...what… is she doing?” Ian asked.
Jax smirked. “...our little mouse wants to play…”
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