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Grave robber, grave digger, tomb raider… There were many names for my chosen career path, but I preferred asset repossessor. It had a nice ring to it.
I could tie her naked to my bed, and keep her there for all eternity, for the mere purpose of scenting my sheets. My own living potpourri. She could have other uses, tied to my bed…
I’d take her for myself now, with her heart still beating. I’d make her my slave. I’d be her lord and master. And I would ruin her for stealing from death himself.
“No, you’re never sinking your claws into this one. She’ll never leave my realm. Even when the Hells crumble, when all other souls pass on, she’ll remain mine. Forever.”
“They covet your blood. Your pretty pink cheeks. Your soft lips. They want you.” His
“Haven’t you figured it out by now, little thief? This is purgatory. When you slink through the shadows, you’re bound to be eaten by the monsters within them.”
“Did they enter you?” The flames in his eye sockets glowed with malice, and his deep as Hell growl had the corpses shrinking back into their cells. “Did they touch what’s mine?”
“Remember this. In the dark hours of the night, after I’ve crawled under that delectable skin of yours, invaded your every cell, peeled back your layers, and branded myself onto every bone of your body, know that you brought this on yourself.”
“What curse is that?” she whispered. I laughed, the sound deep and grating. “Me.”
The horny little goth girl inside wanted to stay in the realm of the dead and play the pet of the evil bone monster.
“I guess I am. You’re not the real you, so it’s perfectly fine if, you know, the whole ‘bone daddy’ thing you got going on actually does it for me.”
Death falling in love with life was a tale as old as fucking time. I’d been warned, so many times. I couldn't help it. This was my weakness. She was my weakness.
“God has no place here, nor prayers made to him. Here, there is no hope of his salvation. Only dust, darkness, and the screams of the damned.” He leaned forward, so close his breath swept over me, heating my flesh. “Soon, your screams will join their forsaken chorus, and it will be my name in your mouth. Not God’s.”
Still, I couldn’t stay in the land of the dead just because it had better dick.
“You’re radiant sin, Rayven. You’ll be my complete undoing.”
My name on his mouth was like a prayer on the lips of a damned man, begging for salvation. It had every nerve ending in my body flaring to life.
