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With that, the bargain is etched into my future. My life belongs to the Vile Boy in the purple mask.
I don’t know how, but I will put an end to the Sauder curse. Remiel will not die before I permit him to.
“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.”
“I want him owned,” I say. “Protected until I’m dead, even if he hates it. Because… because I want you to kill me so the curse breaks and Soren lives through it.
“I want you to kill me to save my brother.”
“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. To warp his mind and force him to understand my sickness so I can understand myself—so I don’t feel so alone in my sickness. To use him until he begs for me, and then to dangle him in front of death’s door without ever letting him cross through. To teach him to take his own power and use it to his advantage.
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.
“You’ve done it now, Remiel.” “Done what?” I’m breathless and boneless. “Woken me up.” I should be more scared of that than I am.
“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.”
