The Reaper Incarnate (Reaped, #0.5)

by C.A. Rene

“When you get to Hell, Dr. Ignis, warn the devil I’m coming.” I pull out the knife and coat my hand in the blood. I press my blood soaked finger to his forehead and hum as I draw the Reaper’s scythe.

“Why do guys think I’m worried about getting hurt, when I’m usually the biggest monster in the room?”

“What an idiot. I even warned him that I was going to get him because I told you to duck. Are all men so fucking stupid?” I ask, turning to face them to see them both staring at me, mouths open.

“I don’t give a shit if she’s trained, that just makes me wanna fuck her even more. Seriously, she threw a fucking knife at him from across the room and got a bullseye! Please let me keep her, she’s perfect!” Santos begs, grinding my gears a fraction.

I turn around quickly and fling my knife, watching as it sails towards Darius' head. It nicks his cheek before continuing past and slamming into the plastered wall. "I fucking dare you to try, bitch," I snarl. Darius touches his cheek and looks at the blood on his hand with shock. "I think I just came," Santos groans and drops down onto the couch.

"You can be a whore later, right now we need you to fucking focus. I'm doing you a favor, Santos will likely bleed you out in all his excitement." I lean closer, brushing my lips against his cheek. "God, I fucking hope so," then I drag the flat of my tongue up his cheek, giving him a wink. The best way to get to Blaze is to pretend I like him. Grumpy piece of shit.

“I don’t give a fuck about your filthy money. No one touches my fucking baby girl!”

Santos is my kind of crazy, and I want to let him loose on my goddamn soul. His darkness fills me so easily, but it brings me to fucking life, too.

"You look like a warrior." It's the nicest I've heard him speak. "You are a fucking warrior.”