Page 21 of Homecoming: The Devil's Society

“Master Elijah, you have returned,” a soft voice declares.

As she gets closer, I can make out her features more clearly. She is a shorter lady, with puffy white hair and a silk orange scarf around her head, tied under her chin. Pale skin, wearing a long brown skirt with brown loafers and a matching brown long-sleeve top. Her walker is the showstopper. Only meters away now, I see her walker is blinged out with purple gems, and it is officially the most wonderful thing I have ever seen. Framelessglasses sit low on her nose, with little to no makeup on other than bright pink lipstick.

As I take in this magnificent female, hoping that I am that cool when I get older, a thought occurs to me as I am wearing my white short skirt. “E, will people see what I have in?” I mumble under my breath, so she doesn’t hear me.

“Don’t care. But if I catch them looking, I will gut them alive then make them watch as I drape their intestines on you, like a necklace. You would look fucking beautiful. Crimson red running down your silk skin. Staining your white top. Fuck me.” E pauses. His eyes hood as he bites his lip with his fangs while taking me in. “Then I would bend you over and fuck you raw.” His voice is husky, and lust drips off each word.

Clenching my thighs together, my lips tingle and the need to grind against the plug is strong. Anything to tickle that spot, I’ll do it. My clit piercing pinches, it only causes my body to react stronger.

Stepping closer to me, E wraps his strong, tattooed hand around my throat, above my collar, and threatens, “Don’t you fucking dare try to cum. I’ll latch a tiny gold leash from your new jewelry, force you onto all fours, and walk you around all night as my pet. Do you understand me?”

Smelling his musky scent, ecstasy ripples through me.

My tongue reaches out to his jawline and I slowly lick him. E’s five-o’clock shadow is rough against me. But he tastes so fucking good, I wish it was his salty cum instead, but this will tide me over.

My breath dances on his skin as I whisper, “I understand.”

His Adam’s apple bobs as he swallows. I know if I were to reach my hand down to his cock, it would be rock hard. Before I get the opportunity to do so, someone clears their throat next to us. Breaking this moment of intense sexual tension.

Looking over, it’s the older lady.

E steps back and looks at her nonchalantly. “Greta”

She smiles while rummaging through the bag sitting in the basket of her blinged-out walker. “Master Elijah. Welcome home.”

Greta then looks at me. “Rain Sinclair, I have been waiting to meet you.”

Her statement confuses me. I only just arrived, how does she know me? As I wait for her to continue to speak, a warm gust of wind dances around us. My hands hold my skirt down as I worry. Back home, this drastic change in weather could mean a tornado, but in Vail, I have no idea. My eyes look at E, seeing if he will react with concern. He doesn’t. This must be okay.

“The weather adapts to them every ten years. Never fails. The Reckoning is not to be disturbed. It is a rite of passage.”

Nodding my head, I don’t respond. Instead, I’m waiting to hear what else she may share about this evening. I wonder if she is a part of The Exodus?

“I have something for you, Master Elijah. I’ve been waiting twenty years to give you this. Now come here, boy, and hold out that hand you just had around Rain.”

Is this his grandmother, maybe?

E steps closer to Greta. Bending at the elbow, he holds his hand out and watches her carefully.

A silver object is being passed to him, and it looks familiar. I step closer, intrigued.

“Oh, my word. Is that…?” My breath hitches as I realize what she's given him.

A flat bar on one side, then ridges on the other make it so it fits over the fingers like a glove or a four-finger ring. Attached to the flat bar are five sharp claws. These claws would sit on the inside of the hand, resting slightly between each finger. They are meant to penetrate through skin and muscle as your hand wraps around your victim. It’s called a bagh nakh, which looselytranslates to ‘tiger claw’. This seems to be an antique. And it is in perfect condition.

“It is Ms. Rain. I knew you had a passion for antique torture devices and thatthiswould be perfect for tonight.”

Elijah tilts his head. “The fuck you two going on about?”

Greta ignores him. “Enjoy catching your prey, she’s waiting for you up the street with that bothersome Pawn. Perhaps he could disappear tonight as well.”

With that, she winks at me and continues to walk past us.

Wanting to see the claw device closer, I go to reach for it, but E beats me and holds it behind his back. Fucker.

“Who was that?” I question, trying to distract him.

Shaking his head, he knows my next move before I even do. “Greta. She knows about The Exodus. She was invited to join, initiated as a Disciple years and years ago, but she declined. Not wanting to be consumed by the life, but she loves watching and knowing about it. Greta sees it all. Never rats. So, they leave her alone. Greta has never been a risk like my cousin, Francesca. Her family was never a part of us, but she showed interest—potential, as my dad would say. Greta is one of the most fearless people I know. It’s a night of terror and chaos and she is casually out for a stroll, giving me a claw. Legend.”

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