Bleed for Cupid (Holiday Horrors)

by Aiden Pierce

“You accept me?” I rumbled in the hellish baritone native to this form. “Then kiss me.”

He had four wings, two on each side, covered in snow-white feathers and red, beady eyes that drilled right through me.

“Turns out that you never had to worry about breaking me with your true form. All this time, I’ve been training myself for you without even knowing it.”

“Oh, sweet little bird. Make no fucking mistake. I am this company. I am Cupid. And I’ll make you bleed for what you’ve done.”