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Virtue In Lives Exchanged.
The acronym for VILE house
“Once he finds out who you are—” “It won’t matter,” I snap at him. “I fucking own him now. It doesn’t matter who I am. His life is mine. He agreed to the bargain.”
So they know each other. Hmmmmm.
I respect and appreciate him, especially for bringing the ten of us together, but I don’t love him. I don’t love anyone. I’m more likely to obsess.
“Give me something real.” He fucks my face, making me drip drool and tears all over the corpse.
Well this is now the third book I’ve read when they fuck next to a corpse. But I must say, this is the most graphic one and the corpse is very involved in the scene compared to the other two instances.
Then the chimes on the front door ring, and I look up to see my brother and his best friend Keegan
Keegan! I wonder if this new guy is actually Krypt!!
I must go pale, because for the first time in his whole life, Keegan smiles at me as he backs away and out of my shop, following my brother. His best friend. The third name on my list.
I’m glad it’s not a bit mystery
“Oh my god,” he whispers, shocked. “It’s Krypt, actually,” I give him my name and grab his hands, tying them behind his back. “And I’ll be your devil. Not your god.”
“If you know who I am, you also know that I’ve killed those I love before. My love is dangerous. My attention is worse.”
“What do you want with me?” he asks quietly. Everything. To learn him. To figure out how he responds to fear and pain. To cut him off from everything and everyone in his life until he is solely mine and relies only on me.
That he chose this. He made the bargain and agreed to the terms. That he sold his life away with the hope of being fucking murdered, and instead of murdering him, I’m going to make him feel so tragically alive he’ll start actually living.
Krypt, I remind myself. Not Keegan. The Vile Boy who killed a girl for no known reason and threw a dagger at a Krampus last night. Krypt, who has sexually assaulted me twice and burned my house down.
I’m more mad about the house thing honestly. Like literally all your stuff was there! How dare he!
What fucking world do we live in where threatening to rape someone’s brother happens over breakfast? In an old insane asylum… that I apparently live in now. Because my house is gone. Because a maniac burned it down.
Yeah a lots been going on
Because when I die, I want to leave this world with the feel of him all over me. In my mouth and on my tastebuds, over every inch of my skin, and in my goddamn soul. I want him to infect me before he snuffs me out forever, and if these are my final six minutes, I’m going to have him for every one of them.
I want him to hurt me. I want him to fuck me dry and make me bleed. I want to die on his dick and start my trip to damnation while he soars into euphoria.
Have you considered therapy instead?
I turn warm. I want him tender twenty-four-seven, battered and bruised from my obsession. Marked as mine and aching with the remnants of my cock, never able to forget about me for long.
I would ask if he’s considered therapy instead but we know he has been in treatments and nothing has helped.
Seven. Orange. I’m fixing his guitar. Monster. Yellow and agitated. Riot, the one in white from the other night. Menace, the one in blue. The one who took Cain… Facts. Burnt copper. Twitching. Ransom. The stoic one in red. Kyd, the energetic one in pink. Glitch, who is literally glitching with the need to chase something, his neon green mask tilting from side to side. My brother. Ghost. The teal face of his mask warped into a disgusting smile.
The lineup. I can refer to this later if needed
My hero doesn’t want to be the almighty. He wants me to be his deity. He wants to be scared.
Because Remiel Sauder has become everything to me. My property. My obsession. My fixation. My dream. I’ve never dreamed before.
“Because you’re a coward?” “Because I want you! I’m… I’m a willing prisoner, okay? I fucking want you!” He rips his hand free and throws the knife somewhere into the living room. I’m so jarred by his admission that I refuse to accept it. “No. You need me,” I correct. “No,” he says, shaking his head.
“I pick you as mine. I pick you to turn me into something I’ve never been before. I choose you to show me a way of life I’ve never lived. I don’t need you, Krypt. I fucking want you.”
“Don’t. Stop wanting me.” “I can’t.” He can’t. He can’t. He can’t. I’m going to kill him with my want, and he has no idea how dangerous my love can be.
I’ve been in more pain, suffered more, hurt emotionally harder, and been the most terrified of my life since meeting Krypt, yet the feeling of life is so intense it makes me feel truly alive for the first time in my pitiful existence.
Because this is it. I’ve snapped. If Remiel leaves this world without me, I will follow him all the way to the pits of Hell and stalk him there until he knows what punishment really is.
Because I got attached. I don’t know what love is, but I know what obsession is, and Remiel is the focus of my life. I’ve never had an obsession quite like him, and the loss of it feels too much. It’s impossible. It’s wrong. There’s no longer a Krypt if there isn’t a hero.
I swallowed the pill because if I’m not important, there’s no point anymore. That’s what my poisoned mind told me.
“And I want your sickness to meet mine, and whenever we get too tainted and Moros can’t handle us anymore, I want to die sick with you.”
Love, to me, is caring enough about someone to know what they need and wanting to give it to them. It doesn’t have to be romance and kindness and compassion. It can be rough and unhinged and aggressive if that’s the language we speak it in.”
Reactions to fear are… fuck, Remiel. I’ve never loved someone’s fear as much as I love yours.” “Love,” he whispers. “Obsession.”
I look at the floor instead of him. “I told you that love feels like obsession to me, and then in the next breath, I told you I’m obsessed with you. I admitted I shattered when you tried to fucking die on me because it goddamn broke me, Remiel. I put my marks everywhere on your body so you hopefully never do it again, which means that I give a shit about you.
So hes in love with you babes
that’s what he’s experiencing right now. A new outlook. The result of his behaviour. The consequence. My mutilated body. He’s seeing it for the first time through a set of eyes not shrouded by demons.
“He’s Director’s brother, you know. My birth father, but he didn’t raise me. A Vile House secret.” Axel looks at me.
So the director is his dad or is Medic(directors brother) his dad?
A date. Almost a year from now. Every M, O, R, and S is capitalized.
“Ah, so you’re aware of them.” Axel gracefully spins to face me. Reaper Corp, that’s what the letters spell. The organization that breeds its own killers, specialists, and geniuses. The group who took over a city down south and turned it into their own personal kingdom. If they want Moros…
Future book lore
I look into my brother’s blue eyes and break just a little. “He freed me.” Soren scoffs. “So you’d pick him willingly. Don’t be naïve, Remi. You’ll never escape him, whether you want to or not. He did this to make you choose him. But even if you don’t pick him, you’re still his, so relax, okay?”
Soren is me rn.
Axel smiles at me, and I’m struck once again by how pretty it is. Pretty, but entirely unappealing. “Might you help me bridge this gap between my organization and yours?” Axel Graves and Vile House. “To protect Moros?” “To protect Moros.” I don’t trust him one fucking bit, but this is my chance to get a message to Remiel. I take the cards.
Kyd’s pink mask stares at me, hanging over the wobbly railing to get as close as he can. “Can you put in a good word with the doc for me? I think he’s gonna be mine someday, and I wanna start out strong.”
I hate Axel but im kind of supportive of Kyd's dream
so fucking have at it, Krypt. You’re the only person I’ve ever loved, and it’d be a blessing to die by your hand.
He said "bitch im ready to die"
Benton Wentworth and his billions of dollars are mentioned, Axel’s source of funding, his birth father, Medic, and the threat of Reaper Corp.
I love Krypt, the Vile Boy. I love Keegan Hallows, the teen who murdered his family. I love him in a way that isn’t sane, comes with shame, and hurts so harshly it entices me into continuing just to survive the pain. But mostly, he scared me into a life I didn’t know I dreamt about. A life of extraordinary highs and ravaging lows.
My Vile House tattoo has always been a source of pride, but my gifted name under the skeleton’s jaw was the source of my true accomplishment. I became Krypt and finally felt like myself. Now, Remiel’s name sits with mine because he is not only my source of pride, but my source of liberation. He is love. He is obsession. He is mine, and I am his, and not even death, fate, or a fucking suicide curse will tear us apart. Remiel is life. Krypt and Remiel is the only future I want.
“I love you,” he whispers. “Stop.” “I love you.” I groan, barely holding it together. “Shut up.” “Ahhhh, Krypt,” he moans, breath fanning my mouth. “I fucking love you.” “Remiel,” I snarl.
Aww, even their I love you’s have to be fucked up
I’ll keep it to myself, but I love that he has an insecurity about sex. He’s more inexperienced than I am and doesn’t like to draw attention to that, but I love it. Because I’m just as possessive as he is.
CURRENT RANK 1. Seven 2. Ghost 3. Menace 4. Riot 5. Facts 6. Glitch 7. Monster 8. Krypt 9. Ransom 10. Kyd
Final ranking for this book. But i feel like seven should get moved down a couple spots for the tourist devils night prank and krypt up after the Axel graves problem.
