Page 213 of Dark Souls

“I guess, if it’s really, really good, you could give five and a half.”

“I doubt any organ belonging to this asshole would be worth five and a half stars. You, on the other hand, fuck, I bet your colon would get a Michelin star. Too bad I can’t eat you. In that way, anyway.” He winked.

I burst out laughing. “You are ridiculous.”

He moved around the other side of the table. “Now for the main. I am tempted to cut his dick off, but I really have no desire to put that in my mouth.”

I scoffed, shaking my head as he tapped the bloody blade against his chin, deep in thought.

“I’ve decided. I’m going for the liver,” he said, as if he was reading a menu in a restaurant. He cut into the skin on his right side, below his ribs, causing Mitchell to pass out before Heath pulled out the huge organ.

He grabbed a stool from the side of the room and took a seat before taking a massive bite out of it.

“Verdict?”

“Mmm.” He smacked his lips together and closed his eyes, savouring the taste. “Divine. Complex. Rich. I give it a solid four stars.”

When he had finished casting away the last bit on the floor because he said he needed to leave room for dessert, I decided this was the most entertaining thing I had ever seen.

Standing above Mitchell’s head, he rubbed his claws together with excitement. “I haven’t eaten a brain in so long.”

“You’ve eaten one before?” I arched my eyebrow.

“A stupid slayer who was hunting us solo. He quickly became the prey. My brother got his heart and I took his brains.”

“I can imagine.”

Heathen studied the exposed brain with interest. “Now, I don’t want to cause sudden death, so I need to stay clear of the brainstem. I still want him to feel everything, so the parietal lobe is a no-go. I could take my chances on the temporal lobe, but he might go blind or lose his hearing.”

“I had no idea you were so knowledgeable, Heathen.”

“Snow, I’m not just a pretty face.”

I rolled my eyes with a smile as he cut a chunk out of what I guessed was the temporal lobe. Mitchell had come back around but was barely audible now, the noises he was making were too inhuman to decipher.

Heathen placed the small square of brain in his mouth and closed his eyes, bending his knees as he moaned with delight.

“Let me guess, Michelin star?”

He shook his head. “No way. But I’d give it a generous five stars.”

He licked his fingers clean and then moved to the side of Mitchell and waved his claw in his face. “Helloooo, can you still see me?” Mitchell groaned in response. “Hmm, not that it matters. I’m full now. Time to end this fucker once and for all.”

Heathen’s claw plunged into Mitchell’s chest without warning, causing Mitchell’s back to arch and his mouth to fall open wordlessly. Heathen leaned over his face, keeping his hand in his chest and sneered, “Give my regards to Veles.”

He ripped out his heart and held it above his body while he watched the life drain from his eyes.

The room became deafeningly quiet after hours of Mitchell’s screaming and I stared at my mate as he stared down at Mitchell with no emotion.

“How do you feel?” I asked softly.

“Honestly.” He glanced up at me. “Not much. Is that weird? Am I a psychopath?”

I smiled. “Are you only just realising? Yes, you are a psychopath, Heathen. But you’re my psycho.” I shrugged my shoulders. “He got what he deserved and knowing Belladonna would have felt all of that makes it even better. So, I guess I am a psychopath, too.”

“What a pair we make.” He gave me that cheeky Heathen grin I had missed so much since his stalking days and strolled over to the table, dumping the heart in a plastic bag.

“Aren’t you going to eat it?”

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