“How can you say that to me?” I cried. “None of this is alright. You should have let me die,” I cried, and the revelation was like a gut punch. Dying would have been easier than his betrayal.
Lucifer gripped the back of my head and forced me to look at him. “Never,” he snapped back with conviction, a defiant gleam burning in his devil eyes. “There is not a moment in my existence that I could ever let you slip away. I will always save you, Dany. In any universe, before any jury or judgment…” he paused, teeth, covered in blood and dribbling down his ashen skin. “I would see heaven and hell fall just so you could burn. Do you understand?”
My knees buckled, and we both fell to the ground. Luci held me as I sobbed until the moment his lifeless hands slid from my shoulders, and he was gone.
I took no satisfaction in knowing that he would just reappear. Even more so when his preferred vessel turned to ash underneath me.
He’d be back and, if he was lucky, I wouldn’t kill him all over again.
The shipping yard appeared in a red haze. Whether it was the flames of dawn breaking across the horizon or the blood lust burning through my veins, I didn’t know. Both felt empowering and fueled my hasty, determined steps.
By the time I reached the yard, I was already shaking. Not with fear, though. No, that part of me was long dead.
Clarity.
The kind of clarity that comes when the last lie falls away. The kind that’s sharp enough to cut down whatever god stood from the heavens and hold him accountable for the cruelty against humankind.
Two shadowy figures stood guard by the shipping container; the one holding a bunch of innocent, defenseless women at the end of their rope.
I tucked one wireless headphone in my ear, fingered the knife sheathed in the leather thigh strap, and hit play on my favorite Kiss song. The quick pace of the guitar sent a shiver rushing over my skin.
Bring on the blood.
A quick once over revealed that both men had a gun strapped to a hip holster and enough muscle to be more than an inconvenience if I didn’t keep the upper hand.
Good thing I had come-fuck-me-eyes accentuating my nice tits. They’d never see it coming.
I hummed along to the lyrics, letting the hype music flood my body with an electric high.
“Hey, sweetheart,” the one on the left said with a smack of his chewing gum. “You lost?”
“Tonight,” I sang with a seductive sway of my hips, pointing at him with a crazed smile. “I wanna giveit all to you!”
He didn’t even get a sound out before I pulled the knife, rushed forward and slipped the blade between his ribs. Stubble scratched my tongue as I ran one long lick up his cheek.
The second tried to pull his gun, but the shock made him one second too slow. I shoved him against the container, fisted his hair, and drove my knife up through his chin at the perfect angle to nick the brain stem and embed into the temporal lobe.
“Tonight, I wanna see it in your eyes.” My vitriol induced a manic laugh as I watched them dim to lifeless orbs.
The motherfucker was dead before he hit the ground.
“Hey!” A gruff voice yelled from behind, followed by a chorus of stomping feet.
“Feel the magic.” I reached down to pull my knife out of ole’ boy’s skull and smiled as I wiped the blood off on my leg to use it as a makeshift microphone. “There’s something’ that drives me wild!”
A crack rent the air, the force of a bullet to the left shoulder sending me stumbling backward.
When I didn’t fall, fear stopped his feet. And, as I laughed, horror froze him in place.
I pointed a finger in his direction, yelling, “I was made for lovin’ you baby!” Before letting loose the knife, reveling in the sound it made as it cut through the air and landed with a thud in his forehead.
It was easy to lose myself in the massacre, letting go to become the monster I’d always craved to be.
No mercy. No regrets.
I was hell’s bloody angel of vengeance in fishnets.
One tried to call for more backup. I slit his throat mid-sentenced.
