Chapter 72 Jax
Vadon’s wails of agony distracted us. “Faye may have morality when it comes to death, but I do not. Especially when it comes to a vile soul like yours.”
My boots’ spurs clinked with each footstep, and I peered from beneath my cowboy hat.
My Reaper and shadows seeped out from my fingertips as my eyes hollowed into their dark abyss.
Vadon peered up at me in pure terror. I sniffed his soul, ready for the appetizing kill.
I could hear Faye trying her hardest to call out to me.
“No, Jax!” she begged, but it was too late.
I lifted Vadon by his frail neck. “Confess your siiinnnnnnsssss,” my Reaper screeched, so close to his face I could taste his salty sweat.
The victims’ souls began tearing him apart in pleasured sin.
I watched in disgust as I stood before him.
Vadon clung to his chest, feeling the excruciating pain his victims felt.
“No, no, please don’t leave me like this,” he begged and wept pathetically. My hollow eyes were transfixed.
“Confesssssss,” my Reaper snapped and snarled.
“I sacrificed women and spell bounders for wealth.” The words came out in stutters. The wave of shame was too much for him to face. He looked hopeless and disgusted with himself. Good.
“Don’t! NO, VADON!” Faye pleaded in the background, but it was no use.
“I can’t live like this, Faye. Birdie deserves better. I’m sorry, for everything, I’m so sorry!” he cried in abashment. Faye tried to release Vadon from my skeletal grip.
“It’s okay, Faye, I deserve this. I never deserved you. I don’t deserve to live.” Vadon’s tears meant jack-shit to me, it was too late to repent. “I’m ready.” Vadon nodded to me, accepting his doomed fate. “Take care of them,” he wept, his eyes full of bloody tears and hopelessness.
That’s exactly what I planned to do. Without another word, my Reaper jaw opened wide like a reptilian, and I feasted on his soul, filling me with delectable pleasure and delight. His empty shell of body flopped to the floor, causing my shadows to recoil after they’d fed.
Faye stood there in shock as she cried silently, covering her mouth with her dainty hands. I ran over to her to comfort her.
“I’m sorry, I co—”
Faye grabbed my face. “Stop. I understand you had to do what needed to be done. I know it was out of your hands. That’s not why I’m crying,” she replied, stoic.
Her answer puzzled me. “Then why are you crying, little light?” I lifted her chin to look at me with those brown bedroom eyes that made me melt.
“That was the first time Vadon had ever said sorry to me,” she exclaimed, glancing at his molten body, lifeless.
Now, I understood. It was closure she felt, maybe even some peace after all.