and I pull back, hesitate.
But the Beast won’t stop.
It never has.
Do this! The pull of all that I am is too strong. I push against my urgings, clinging to my feelings of guilt and shame. The Beast consumes them, leaving me no way to resist.
I focus on the girl who offers her soul to me. Leaning in, I taste her lips.
“I shouldn’t do this,” she whispers.
“I know you want to.” My voice weaves around her, casting my spell. She melts into my arms, her breath nothing more than short, shallow wisps.
I feel her quiver as I again taste her neck, her jaw. “I came for you.”
Her aroma, a mixture of sweet peas and the life coursing through her veins, sends me into a frenzy. My body shakes. There’s no turning back now.
She arches her back, giving herself to me.
“Do you want me?” I ask, already knowing the answer.
“Yes,” she whispers.
I pull her into a hungry kiss. She releases herself to me and I take her air.
Her life.
Her eyes spring open as I drink her soul, extracting it from every cell. She screams into me, pounds my chest, writhes against my hold.
I tighten my grip and deepen the kiss that will end her life.
The girl continues to beat on my chest, her strength growing weaker. And weaker. Her soul flows freely into me as her color begins to pale and her movements slow.
I drain every last drop of her soul from her.
Her body drops from my grasp as her life force coats every crevice, filling a need too deep to ignore. Satisfaction and disgust buffet against me.
“Feel better now?” Azza emerges from the shadows, pride glinting in his eyes. Pride and satisfaction.
He owns me.
Azza leans into me, whispering into my ear. “The next time you displease me, I will choose a closer victim. One I know will bring you great pain to kill.”
I clench my jaw, fighting back the rage born from his words.
Nesy.
Screeches and howls fill the night as Azza’s creatures pour forth from the shadows and feed on the dead girl. I watch them shred her body, eat her flesh. My knees wobble as I spit out the bile filling my mouth. Lightheaded and dizzy, I am forced to face the truth. This is who I am now—nothing more than the Beast. Destined to serve Azza and rule the dark creatures. Destined to kill.
I don’t know which feeling to experience first. Anguish. Guilt. Shame. They meld together and crest over me. I face my master, one thought on my mind—
Better to die, than to be his servant.
In a single heartbeat, I prepare to attack. Azza will pay for the centuries I’ve served, for every act I’ve committed at his bidding.
A sudden blast of wind streaks through the dark alley, stopping me cold. Bursts of emerald, indigo and golden light fill the space as three angels emerge from the center of the brilliance, swords drawn.
I hear Azza’s howl as he steps back from me and disappears into shadow. The angels run to the half-eaten carcass strewn across the concrete, their wings unfurled behind them. They toss aside the demons, slamming them into the stone wall of the buildings that line the narrow corridor.
“Cass, Zane, trap them,” the golden angel orders as she turns to face me, poised to strike.
Two angels chant and bursts of light erupt from their hands. A cage forms around Azza’s creatures. They howl and gnaw at their prison.
The Beast surges through me, releasing a feral growl. “You have no purpose here, angel.” I push out of my host body, sending it crashing to the ground. My wings extend to their full expanse, as I steady myself for the attack.
“ You are my purpose, UnHoly.” The golden angel’s voice echoes through my skin, resonating in my soul. “It is time for you to meet your end. Feel the eternal flames of the Abyss.”
She lunges towards me. But I anticipate her move and duck. I grab for my weapon, the short sword of the UnHoly. Forged of black metal it bears the creed of the Beast, of Azzaziel’s realm. Meus tripudium est prognatus ex tuae tormentum et poena. From your
But the Beast won’t stop.
It never has.
Do this! The pull of all that I am is too strong. I push against my urgings, clinging to my feelings of guilt and shame. The Beast consumes them, leaving me no way to resist.
I focus on the girl who offers her soul to me. Leaning in, I taste her lips.
“I shouldn’t do this,” she whispers.
“I know you want to.” My voice weaves around her, casting my spell. She melts into my arms, her breath nothing more than short, shallow wisps.
I feel her quiver as I again taste her neck, her jaw. “I came for you.”
Her aroma, a mixture of sweet peas and the life coursing through her veins, sends me into a frenzy. My body shakes. There’s no turning back now.
She arches her back, giving herself to me.
“Do you want me?” I ask, already knowing the answer.
“Yes,” she whispers.
I pull her into a hungry kiss. She releases herself to me and I take her air.
Her life.
Her eyes spring open as I drink her soul, extracting it from every cell. She screams into me, pounds my chest, writhes against my hold.
I tighten my grip and deepen the kiss that will end her life.
The girl continues to beat on my chest, her strength growing weaker. And weaker. Her soul flows freely into me as her color begins to pale and her movements slow.
I drain every last drop of her soul from her.
Her body drops from my grasp as her life force coats every crevice, filling a need too deep to ignore. Satisfaction and disgust buffet against me.
“Feel better now?” Azza emerges from the shadows, pride glinting in his eyes. Pride and satisfaction.
He owns me.
Azza leans into me, whispering into my ear. “The next time you displease me, I will choose a closer victim. One I know will bring you great pain to kill.”
I clench my jaw, fighting back the rage born from his words.
Nesy.
Screeches and howls fill the night as Azza’s creatures pour forth from the shadows and feed on the dead girl. I watch them shred her body, eat her flesh. My knees wobble as I spit out the bile filling my mouth. Lightheaded and dizzy, I am forced to face the truth. This is who I am now—nothing more than the Beast. Destined to serve Azza and rule the dark creatures. Destined to kill.
I don’t know which feeling to experience first. Anguish. Guilt. Shame. They meld together and crest over me. I face my master, one thought on my mind—
Better to die, than to be his servant.
In a single heartbeat, I prepare to attack. Azza will pay for the centuries I’ve served, for every act I’ve committed at his bidding.
A sudden blast of wind streaks through the dark alley, stopping me cold. Bursts of emerald, indigo and golden light fill the space as three angels emerge from the center of the brilliance, swords drawn.
I hear Azza’s howl as he steps back from me and disappears into shadow. The angels run to the half-eaten carcass strewn across the concrete, their wings unfurled behind them. They toss aside the demons, slamming them into the stone wall of the buildings that line the narrow corridor.
“Cass, Zane, trap them,” the golden angel orders as she turns to face me, poised to strike.
Two angels chant and bursts of light erupt from their hands. A cage forms around Azza’s creatures. They howl and gnaw at their prison.
The Beast surges through me, releasing a feral growl. “You have no purpose here, angel.” I push out of my host body, sending it crashing to the ground. My wings extend to their full expanse, as I steady myself for the attack.
“ You are my purpose, UnHoly.” The golden angel’s voice echoes through my skin, resonating in my soul. “It is time for you to meet your end. Feel the eternal flames of the Abyss.”
She lunges towards me. But I anticipate her move and duck. I grab for my weapon, the short sword of the UnHoly. Forged of black metal it bears the creed of the Beast, of Azzaziel’s realm. Meus tripudium est prognatus ex tuae tormentum et poena. From your
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