The Soul Eater.
Words felt heavy on her tongue as she spoke. “Why would the Soul Eater, the Father of Chaos himself, spare your life because of me?”
“Because, little thief, our souls are now bound. A blood bond is a soul bond. If you die, I die.” Nyx was frozen on the desk with her face still gripped between one of his large, tattooed hands.
“What does Chaos have to do with me?”
“Everything, Nyx. You will escort him to that tragic little town of yours and feed him some bullshit sob story about your crumbling slice of Olympia. Tell him how he failed you all and let him watch as you starve, and then tell him his little problem can be solved on Erebos. Tell him an old friend is waiting for him there, and she’sveryexcited to see him again.”
It didn’t make sense. Any of it.
“You think he won’t kill me? I’m nothing to him! He’s primordial. He is Chaos.”
“I guess you’re going to have to get scrappy. Make him like you. Make him love you. Use that charming personality of yours and get scrappy, Nyx.”
“And If I fail? If I can’t get Chaos to Erebos?”
“If he doesn’t make it to Erebos, she will kill me. Do you understand Nyx? If I die, Epiales will kill Evangeline and burn your little run-down village to the ground ”
Her only response was a sob.
“Good girl. I knew you’d see the full picture.”
The Devil released her and stepped back.
“He’s here in Club Hel. You best run along and find him.”
“And what about you?” she retorted with every ounce of venom she could muster.
“I’ll be enjoying the Freakshow.” He winked and the action made her blood boil. “If you ever want to join me on Erebos, virgins go for a pretty penny.”
Her cheeks flamed and, though it was the last thing she wanted to argue about, she couldn’t help but bite back. “I’m not a virgin.”
They both knew better. His mischievous grin said as much.
“If you weren’t a virgin, I would already have you bent over my desk with my cock buried inside your wet cunt and spanking your ass for your insolence. Consider yourself lucky that I’ve some restraint.” He walked toward the door and opened it in three quick strides before he turned to say, “And the next time youseeme, I prefer to be naked and not standing over a dead woman.”
Brooks blinked away spots coloring his vision, ears ringing from the force of the hit to head, but he was primordial. It would take more than a punch to subdue him.
Chaos’ laugh rumbled through his chest.
Brooks turned to the harpy who’d been brave enough to hit him. The harpy held a cocky stance, but the fear bleeding into his expression told Brooks all he needed to know. Harpies, evidently, were prideful creatures. It seemed that the blue male would rather die where he stood than look weak in front of his pink mate. It was a trait Brooks could admire.
Not that it would matter. He had a millennia of rage begging to be unleashed and a bird willing to take it. “Do it again.” His menacing tone cooled the air around them, ice creeping along the dead soil.
The harpy huffed a laugh and looked around to his friends.Their postures remained relaxed as if they couldn’t sense death breathing down their necks.
“Or what, freak?”
“Do it,” Brooks growled. “Hit me again.”
Indecision mixed with fear flashed across the harpie’s features, but still he did not back down.
Good.
The harpy tensed as he swung and cracked his fist against Brooks’ jaw. The thrill of pain made him feel grounded. Alive.
“What’s with this fucking joker?” A green harpy with spiked hair and black feathers laughed.
