That Time I Took Down A Cult (Cozy Cult Cuties, #1)

by Rebel Carter

My knees buckle and I try to lower myself once more with a shake of my head. “I’m not worthy,” I start, but Wrath’s eyes darken. “You bow to no one, wife.”

“Is this not gift enough? Who among the living do you seek vengeance on? Tell me and I will tear their limbs from their bodies. I will offer their hearts to you on a silver platter for your enjoyment. Their screams will be your wedding song. Who will it be that I claim in your name?” Everyone. I want them dead. All of them.

“What is it? What’s the one thing you care for?” “You,” Wrath replies, “you are the only thing I care for, darling wife. The rest of the world can burn,” he declares. I nearly lose my battle not to lick his fingers.

I nod because my tongue is incapable of helping me make intelligible words right now. I’m lucky that I don’t drool on him with how hot my blood has turned. I’m on fire for this demon.

Men will sacrifice you for their own selfish gain, but a demon? A demon will make an honest woman out of you,

Very man or bear. Maybe us women love books about creatures because theyre far less scary than men.

Support. I don’t think I’ve ever had that from a man, but then again, Wrath is no man.

“I never wanted a single one of you dead. I hope you know that,” he assures me. “Waste of a perfectly good virgin, if you ask me,”

“I would have your laugh ringing in my ears as I rain your retribution down on every last one of them. Your laughter will be the finest music to my ears while I rip this town apart, dear one.”

Hot.

I understand the rage you feel, my ruthless little wife. I know how your blood hungers for retribution and how your heart screams for vengeance. I know what it is to have your life not be your own,”

I will be there to watch you unleash your fury on each and every one of the souls that crossed you.

I mean, this is love.

There is no true death for those whose memories live, Buffy.”

Wrath turns to me and cups my face in his hands. “I’m going to flay the skin from their bodies and make you a crown from their bleached and broken bones, beloved,” he promises.

I know what to do. I always have.

I hope his touch leaves bruises. I want to look at my body and remember exactly what he’s done to me.

It feels like I’ve been in a storm so long that I’ve forgotten what tenderness, what safety, can soothe.

I’ll not save you this day. I will delight in her vengeance and wrath. I will watch her stand over your lifeless, decaying corpse and think her more beautiful than the night I first saw her. No, there will be no escape or relief for you. Suffer her wrath and know I am behind it all.”

“Have fun getting your vengeance dear and make sure to let us know when you’re home!”

I fight my way through the men in front of me and it’s like the spirits of all the women that went before us are here now.

So many Blossoms have died and bled here. They lost their lives for nothing. This blood belongs to them too, so I give it to them.