Chapter 4 #2
“I’m sure. Now go. Get your mate. And Bane.” he says. “Stick to your own list of souls. I don’t want any more complaints."
“Of course, My Lord. You have my word.”
He snaps his fingers and the next thing I know, I’m standing in the middle of the graveyard. The same one I stumbled upon on Onyx.
A slow, sinister smile curves onto my lips. I mean, if the king of Hell himself gave me instructions to do so, who am I to question him.
“I hope you enjoyed your borrowed time, my Little Human.” I chuckle to myself. “It’s time to come home now. Where you belong.”
The more I follow my little human, the more enticing he becomes. He’s this little ray of a storm cloud with a hint of sun trying to peak out.
He’s dressed in black ripped jeans with chains hanging from it with a black hoodie pulled up over his head.
I could have easily slipped into his room while he slept and snatched his soul from his body, but where would the fun in that be?
There’s no part of me that feels bad about going back on my deal. I feel like it was null and void the moment I found out he was mine.
Fated mates trump everything, does it not?
Certainly he will come to understand that.
Am I afraid he will hate me when he finds out what I’m planning on doing? No. Because I have no intentions of him finding out.
Onyx’s death is going to be an accident. An accident I cause, but an accident nevertheless.
I said I’d take away his cancer. I did. I kept up my end of the deal.
People die due to freak accidents all the time. It’s just fate giving it the little push towards his demise.
He’s making this too easy really. It’s almost like he wants to die.
His head is down, music blasting in his ears, unaware of his surroundings. Anything could happen to him. Getting hit by a car, kidnapped, shot. The list is endless.
A surge of protectiveness hits me at the thought of my little human getting hurt.
I chuckle to myself at the irony.
Cars whiz by, people pass him on the street and he’s ignorant to it all, in his own little world. Does he think because of our deal it makes him invincible? I can assure you, it doesn’t. At least not on Earth. In Hell however, he will never die. I won’t let him. He’s mine, now and forever.
Onyx has no idea what he got himself into by paying that cemetery a visit that night. But he’s about to get a big dose of reality.
Casting a glance up, I grin when I see a heavy branch arching over the sidewalk. It sways with the breeze, creaking as it holds on.
The city should be blamed. It’s a hazard. It’s one strong breeze from falling. It would be a shame if someone was to walk under it just as it happened to detach itself from the tree.
With a slow menacing grin, I wait for just the right second. Onyx takes a few steps forward, and as soon as he’s under the branch, I lift my hand and flick my wrist.
My shadows rise within me, shooting forward and heading right for the branch. A loud crack rings through the air and my smile grows as it starts for the ground.
“Watch out!” someone shouts and I growl in anger as a man crashes his body into Onyx, forcing him to the ground and out of the way of the falling branch just in time
“You have got to be fucking kidding me.” A growl rumbles inside me.
“Oh my god,” Onyx gasps. “What the fuck?”
The guy rolls off him while he stares at fallen branches, eyes widened with a mix of fear and relief.
“Are you okay man?” The guy gets to his feet, dusts himself off and offers his hand out to Onyx. “That was a close one.”
He lets out a breath and the moment his hand makes contact with the guys, I see fucking red. “Thanks.” The guy pulls him to his feet. “I can’t believe that just happened. I almost died.”
“That’s wild.” The guy chuckles, patting Onyx’s shoulder.
My teeth grind together. How fucking dare he touch what’s mine. The way he just threw him to the ground. He could have hurt him!
“Thanks again.” Onyx looks at the branch in disbelief, running his hand through his hair as he lets out a breath.
“Be careful out there.” The guy calls out. “Stay alert. You never know what might happen next.”
“Yeah.” Onyx nods. “Thanks.”
He continues down the road. I wait until he’s out of sight before turning my blazing gaze on the man.
He talks to a few people, laughing and smiling, in disbelief over what just happened.
He waves goodbye to the bystanders and looks both ways before crossing the street.
Not so fast.
Chuckling when I see a car approaching, getting ready to slow down for the pedestrians, I use my magic to cut the brake lines.
The car keeps going and going, and just as the man steps in its path, bang. A sick satisfaction rushes through me as his body goes flying through the air and hits the ground with a loud splat.
Chaos erupts around me, people shouting to call 911. The driver of the car crashes into a nearby pole. Oops. Ah, two-for-one special today I guess.
My boots pound against the asphalt as I make my way over to the man's broken body.
People kneel beside him, crying, screaming for help. I remain calm, relaxed, eager to get this asshole's soul and leave.
I watch as it rises from his body. He stands next to his corpse, in shock, disbelief.
“You.” I growl, catching his attention.
His head snaps over to me. “What’s going on?”
“You’re dead.” I tell him point blank.
“Why?” he asks. “I checked both ways. There were no cars.”
“Guess you should have looked into getting your eyes checked.” I huff.
“You did this.” he accuses me. “Who are you anyways?”
“Oh no, you caught me.” I chuckle, raising my hands. “So what if I did this? You deserved it.”
“What did I ever do to you?” he shouts.
“You interfered with things that had nothing to do with you.”
“What do you mean?” he shouts.
“You saved that man.” I growl.
“So I deserve to die for it?” he asks in confusion. “What the hell, man?”
“That I could have looked past.” I wave my hand dismissively. “It’s the fact you touched what doesn’t belong to you. You touched what’s mine. And for that, you had to die.”
“You’re fucking crazy!”
“Oh you have no idea.” My lips form a cruel smile. “Time to go.”
With a snap of my fingers, he’s gone.
Leaving the mayhem behind me, I set out to find my mate.
I find him in a little coffee shop a few blocks down. Standing in the window, I watch him talk to the barista. The man leans in, flashing him a bright smile.
My hands fist at my side. Is this what Onyx has been getting up to while I’ve been away? Flirting with other men. He’s mine. No one else is allowed to fucking touch him!
Narrowing my eyes, I focus on the espresso machine. It starts to shake, people around them look over in concern. The guy’s smile is gone, mixed with fear.
Good. Be afraid, fucker.
The thing is about to explode. Hopefully it doesn’t kill the whole shop. I don’t want to upset Lucifer. I gave him my word of no more early demises of souls, and I’ve already gone back on my word once, and I’m about to do it again.
I just want the barista. If Onyx is caught in the cross fire, then that makes this easier for me.
Just as the thing is about to take the barista out, another employee pulls the plug.
“For fuck sakes.” I growl. “Can’t a man murder people without someone intervening? It’s getting old fast.”
Onyx takes his coffee and rushes out of the building.
“What the hell is going on today?” he mutters to himself as he takes off down the sidewalk.
Anger boils inside me, my hand twitching to just flick my wrist and snap his damn neck.
My attention is pulled back towards the barista behind the bar. He talks to the girl, both of them looking shaken.
Unsure if I should continue following Onyx, or settle the situation here, I look at his retreating back then over to the barista.
“I know if I don’t take care of this now, it’s going to bug me later.” I growl with annoyance.
Letting my shadows free, they flow from my hands and make their way into the shop. Wrapping around the man's neck, I feel a wave of warm glee as I watch him claw at his throat, choking, eyes going wide in pure terror as he tries to understand what's going on.
People try to help, but there's nothing they can do. I watch as the fight leaves him, the light in his eyes fading.
When his body hits the ground, I don’t even wait for his spirit to fully retreat before I send it to Hell and right into the keeper's hands.
“Now, if people would kindly fuck off and stop getting in my way, I can kill the man I’m here for and stop taking useless lives.” I grumble, continuing down the street in Onyx’s direction.
He is a slippery one. It’s almost like something doesn’t want him to die.
I cast a glance up at the sky. “If one of you angel fuckers are interfering, lay off. It’s none of your business.” I hiss.
Onyx will be dead by the end of the day. It’s only a matter of time.