Chapter 65 Jax
Ifelt a ruin inside my morbid bones, thickening along my shadows as they skulked, famished for a soul.
What better feast than a doomed soul. My shadows shivered in anticipation from my fingertips, ready to hunt and devour.
I’ve seen Faye break over and over again.
My girl, my love, my reason for continuing to roam this realm.
The only reason I’ve stayed so long, hoping and waiting, was for her to come back.
Yet she came back to more heartache and grief.
Anger was building in my blood like rust. I would ravish the whole realm of Mortis before I let these motherfuckers dim her light even more than they had.
I wanted to feast on their sins, fear, hate, and watch as Odin banished them to the underworld to suffer for all eternity.
“Brother.” Ryker came from behind, sensing the hate shifting into deadly anger. “They’re safe. No need to worry.” He was attempting to reassure me.
“No, they are not safe. Not until I watch life diminish from their eyes,” I seethed and took a swig of my whiskey, hoping the burn would itch my vexed soul. But nothing would help the raw sensation until I fed on a fucking soul.
“Is my responsible big brother suggesting a war between Reapers and demons?” Ryker asked, smirking mischievously.
“No, we’re bringing Armageddon and we’re going to send a message: If any of these fucks mess with my family again, it will guarantee a slow and very painful death.” My Reaper face appeared ravenous, my tongue salivating in rabid hunger. “We shall reap during tomorrow’s full moon.”
“Say the word.” Creed’s Reaper suddenly appeared in the midst of his shadows, his split pierced tongue seething in vengeance.
My brother is back. We roared in morbid laughs even Hades could hear. Ryker’s shadows then appeared, and we three gathered around, chanting an ancient Nordic prayer to our god, Odin. It was always celebratory before a hunt. Cleansing the earth of evil.
We gathered around the Reaper’s round table, where Creed laid out a large blue map of the building’s foundation— the building Ryker has had under surveillance.
Ryker pointed to an underground layout of a large hidden room.
“This is where they’re taking the hybrids.
So far, there are two other women, all half spell binder and half something else. ”
My skin crawled with sickness, thinking of these poor women who have been here for gods only knew how long. Ryker set his laptop screens up to play the video. All three of us watched in utter silence and horror.
“Leave the bloodthirsty monster there for all I care. They’re filth with no souls to reap!” Creed spat in the back, full of thick hatred.
“Excuse me, you ass-wipe! Penny is my cousin!” Rocky snapped, making herself visible from the dark corner. I forgot she was even here.
“My gods, you both act like siblings. Be quiet, so I can think!” I was already annoyed with both of their presences at the same time in this room.
“I mean, she is hot, we can make an exception. I can make her my little vampy sex slave,” Creed replied, looking smug.
Before Rocky could respond with something hasty, Ryker reached across the table to Creed’s throat and snarled at him, his skeletal Reaper showing its face.
“Wow, look who has a thing for the blood-sucker!” Creed roared with grim laughter, his Reaper appearing, ready to brawl.
“Enough!” I pounded at the round table. My Grim stood taller in stature before them and started growing monstrous.
Creed and Ryker returned to their human forms in submissive response.
“Time and place!” I shouted at them like petulant children.