A Promise of Torment (A Violent Agenda, #3)

by Mallory Fox

the Devil shouldn’t appear to be so divine.

all I can do is let the monster stare back.

the wild girl in the mirror gives me an insane looking smile back with dark red teeth.

I need him to right the pain inside before it erodes away what’s left.

I’m broken, may as well be dirty too.

I need to finish this. The darkness demands it. My stained soul needs it.

I killed other perverts for vengeance, when the real monster was in my blood.

Love taints all it touches. And that’s why I have to burn it all down to the fucking ground.

To quote Dante—Nothing lasts. Dreams end. People fucking die.

He’s an infectious disease. Every time you’re around him, you become this thing that’s dead inside,”

He smells like he always has…. Of fire and gasoline. Of death and darkness.

The darkness inside of me is a fucking storm brewing. If I don’t let it out, it’ll consume me.

unlike all the times before when the Devil has come knocking, demanding blood—I’m calm.

The whispers inside my head are the loudest they’ve ever been. This kill is mine, all mine. I’ve earned it.

I like my men to be awake when I carve my love into their hearts.