“Hope you enjoy the void, Jamey.”
The shadows slink up his body, binding what’s left of him in black coils, tightening with each breath.
“You wanted to be important?” I hum as shadows curl into his open mouth, slipping between the fractures and seeping into the broken places.
“Instead, you’ll fade into nothing.”
The last breath leaves his lungs. The last spark in his pupils extinguishes.
The shadows devour what’s left.
I groan, running my bloodied hands over my chest, gathering the evidence of his suffering. I drag my stained fingers over my cock, smearing his agony across my skin.
My shadows pulse, flickering with the rhythm of my hand.
When I come with her name on my lips, they shiver.
A growl builds deep in my throat before I spit on what’s left of Jameson’s body.
Fucking pathetic.
The memory of him breaking swells through me like a hymn. It hums in my blood and sings in my spine.
The thought alone is enough to make my cock twitch.
I inhale deeply.
Fully fucking satisfied.
The woods are silent. Even the wind has stopped, as if the universe itself is holding its breath.
Once I’ve wrestled control of myself, two paths open up before me.
I could walk away. Return to my horribly pointless but extremely safe existence.
Or I could walk back to Aurora’s house. Satisfy the aching pull in my chest. And become involved with a Daughter of the Morning Star.
Fuck.
There was never a choice.
And for some reason, that realization makes a flush bloom across my bloodstained skin.
I start back toward Aurora’s home, sated and more at peace than any man covered in blood has a right to be.
My shadows slither back into me, but they’re still restless, still hungry.
They’re learning. They know her name now.
And just like me, they want more.
Aurora
Who knew dying could be this peaceful?
I drift in a dark ocean, weightless, cradled by gentle waves. No fear. Just silence.
Maybe I could stay here forever …
