Page 15 of Thanatos' Craving

What the hell is wrong with me?

Her screams dragged me down into the dark recesses of my mind, a place I never wanted to visit. A place of pain and suffering.

For years, I had been numb. Why did I suddenly feel? Why did I want to reveal myself and kill this bastard?

Deeper, darker questions flooded my mind. Such as breaking rules, codes, and laws that both the Fates and I had agreed upon in order to save this woman from suffering. Ember, a queen herself, had asked for my involvement, but dare I break the very rules that governed our existence?

A fierce fire roared behind my cloak, its intense glow reflecting in my eyes. The crackling sound filled the air, echoing in the depths of my being. The scent of burning wood enveloped me, awakening a primal demon inside.

The piercing screams of the female echoed through the air, sending shivers down my bones. With a tight grip on my scythe, I swiftly turned to confront them, feeling the weight of Death's presence surrounding me. Anticipation built as I prepared to unveil Death's shroud and protect the woman from the male's grasp.

The piercing sound of my hellhound's mournful howl echoed through the alley. Its deep, rumbling tone resonated with haunting sadness, surpassing the impact of any gruesome murder I had ever witnessed. As I cautiously moved forward, my loyal companion stayed by my side, his presence reassuring me.

However, once the decision was made to rescue her, there was only one person with a beating heart, one soul ready to take.

Her human body still leaned against the dumpster, the male tumbled over her. If I had a heart in this form, I swear it would have stopped at that moment.

My scythe trailed behind me as I leaned forward and gripped the male's head, exposing his neck and leaving a river of blood down his skin.

As the male was pulled off her chest, the female with clover-colored eyes looked up at me with no fear, just awe.

My breath hitched as I continued to gaze into her captivating eyes. I could feel warmth spreading through my marrow, melting away the icy barriers that had once encased my soul.

Her eyes, like two deep pools of endless possibilities, held a power that was both mesmerizing and frightening. They seemed to possess an uncanny ability to peer into the depths of my being, as if they could unravel the secrets I had long buried within.

It felt like her gaze penetrated the layers of my guarded self. In that moment, I realized her eyes held not only beauty but also an unyielding kindness, a compassion that could heal even the darkest corners of my soul.

The intensity of her gaze was electrifying, like a surge of energy coursing through my entire being. It was as though she had ignited a dormant fire within me, igniting passions and desires I had long forgotten and now wanted to possess. Her eyes held a magnetic pull, drawing me closer with each passing second.

And yet, amidst the overwhelming brightness, there was a subtle vulnerability in her gaze. Why wouldn't she? She was sitting in the back alley of a strip club. Inside her eyes, I could see her pain, her struggles, and most of all her resilience, a kaleidoscope of emotions, each flicker revealing a different facet of her complex soul.

I wanted to see more of it. Wanted to experience each one with her.

As I continued to lose myself in the depths of her gaze, admiring her soul, I took in her physical appearance. Despite the blood and surrounding chaos, she held an ethereal beauty unlike any I had seen before. It transcended the boundaries of conventional aesthetics, leaving me spellbound and craving more.

I knew her eyes were not just a window to her soul, but also a mirror to my own. Through them, I could witness the transformation happening within me, the metamorphosis from an emotionless being who could understand fear and anger into something else entirely. I yearned for more, to know more about these feelings that were entering my being.

I desired her.

She held fire and ice, warmth and coolness that would quench my thirst and dry my tears. A near symphony soared within my body. Emotions I had never once known erupted in my ribcage.

How did this one tiny human have a soul so large that it could fit inside a body so small?

The male’s body slumped in front of her. She was too stunned to move it further away from her, and I too was caught up in my thoughts. My fingers loosened on the chain holding my companion and instantly, Fluffy raced toward not the body to retrieve the soul that needed reaping but to her.

She continued to stare at me, her green pools welling with tears as she continued to hold on to a shard of mirrored glass in her hand. The glass had cut into her palm, running down her wrist, and she wasn't just covered in her own blood but also the abuser's blood.

What a powerful human female.

Fluffy surrounded her and licked her face, awakening her from the trance she had fallen into. She looked at Fluffy, blinking and staring until the shard fell from her hand and she lovingly petted his cheek.

My hellhound was not the average beast. Fluffy's body underwent a transformation, and he didn't live up to his name. His head was a skull, his teeth sharp and his breath putrid. His tongue was black and his eyes blazed with fire. The body fortunately had fur, some places longer than others, but theywere terrifying, especially to the souls he had come prepared to reap with me.

She studied him, and he nuzzled his boned nose against her nape. Fluffy licked the blood from her cheek and she closed her eyes as he tended to her.

She wasn’t afraid of a beast from hell? Feeling the coldness of his bones?

More surprises.

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