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

by Rebel Carter

That Time I Took Down A Cult contains sexually explicit scenes, to include public masturbation. There are references to emotional abuse, sexual abuse and coercion(not shown or on page), as well as on page violence, gore, misogyny, murder and mutilation, parental murder, throwing of severed heads, brainwashing, and human sacrifice.

Why the fuck did my parents join this cult? Why would they choose a murdering cult? Oh my Wrath, did they know it was a murdering cult?

Proud of him for trying to kill me? Are you shitting my dick?!

Sure, he just wants to talk with a knife hidden behind his back, but who am I to criticize? I have a knife, too.

“You chase me out here after fake marrying me just so you could slit my throat and I’m the insane one? No way, buddy. You’re not reverse Uno-ing me. I’m trying to survive.”

Uh oh, my knife fight just got turned into a fistfight. Shit.

“I’m going to gift your worthless head to my bride, mortal.” I don’t know who it is that’s speaking, but I like them. They’ve got the right energy for dealing with Callum the almost-killer.

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,”

“You brought me forth by blood and by vow, no others have managed to do so. You are special. You are meant to be mine.”

Men will sacrifice you for their own selfish gain, but a demon? A demon will make an honest woman out of you, claim you as their wife and destroy your enemies while an eternal magical mystery bond binds you to one another.

Learning to kiss via a demon teacher on my wedding night is not how I imagined my first kiss.

“I like knowing I am your god. Using my name is just fine or do you want to make me jealous?” “Jealous? Who would you have to be jealous of? You’re perfect.” “Now that is the right thing to say, wife. Flattery will get you everywhere. Though there already isn’t a thing I would not give you.”

I never thought my heart would warm at the mention of maiming and murder, but Wrath has changed my outlook on the whole murder, crimes of passion thing.

“My name is not my own. It’s yours to command. Any name you see fit to call me by is worthy of answering, wife.”

“You really do say the most romantic things.” “I know no other way to be when it comes to you.”

“I will not rest until it is. I will not stop until your laughter, your smiles, your joy, all of it will be your own.”

“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.”

he really doesn’t understand the term hot goss. Then again, I barely do. I learned it from eavesdropping on the Outsiders.

There is no true death for those whose memories live,

a wife is not something you control but cherish. That a wife is a part of their chosen partner. A wife is neither meant to be below or above, but beside their partner. There is little else in all the universes and dimensions, no greater honor or thing more lovely and precious than a wife to have and to hold,”

“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 he means it. I know he’ll do it, too. I pat Wrath’s hand. “As much as I appreciate gifts, I don’t think I want to wear my parents as a crown.” “Are you sure? You would look splendid with a crown.” “Could we try something made of silver, maybe some diamonds, before we move to the medium of my parent’s fingers?”

“I’m not the Queen.” “No, but you are my Queen,”

“You made him explode.” “He was going to touch you. Of course I made him explode.”

You just said you’re loyal to me?” I ask. Elijah inclines his head. “I am. There is no greater honor than to serve you, not after I witnessed your might.” “But I thought you served him,” I say weakly and point to Wrath, who grins at me. “Oh, I can spare the follower. Well done on collecting a follower your first day as a harbinger. You never forget your first,”

“I can’t believe you just hit him.” “You killed an entire basement of men before we shared an intimate moment and that one punch is the thing that shocks you?”

“This town is strange. Stranger than most but I can endure it knowing there’s churros out there somewhere.”

Darla. She’s not my mother, she’s just some woman that sold me out for a new wardrobe

“She’s a bit jumpy after the other night.” “If by the other night you mean my near sacrifice on my wedding night? Then yes, I am jumpy after ‘the other night’.”

“Get a room, you two. Horn fondling? Right here in front of everyone? I didn’t take you for a minx, Buffy.”

“Your body is mine and mine is yours. That includes my heart, Buffy. I would promise you my soul, but I haven’t had one of those in quite some time. What is left of me is eternally yours, beloved.”

Perfect. He thinks I’m perfect. I’ve never been perfect for anyone and yet… To him, I simply am.

I invite you to make my body yours.” He invites me. That’s better than a yes if I ever heard one.

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.”

“Buffy come on, I’m no snitch. Let me in and I’m a lifer.” “A lifer? A lifer for what?” “Your gang,” Charlie says and holds up his hand when I go to tell him he’s out of his mind, “I’m dependable and resourceful and I’m a-okay with indoctrination. Look at me, here in an actual cult. You know without a shadow of a doubt that I’m a follower for a cause. Take me on, Buffy.”