Page 28 of Neon Pestilence
She’s late.
I’m nervous.
I’ve never felt like this for someone, and now that I’ve laid everything out on the line for her, I don’t know how to feel.
I spoke for her again, and got a mental beating from my mentor for it, not long after Indy and I went our separate ways.
The chance that The Hallow Rite will work is unknown. Only two people have been said to perform it, and both of them disappeared shortly after. Whether that was the plan or they died, no one ever found out.
But for her? I’d risk it all. My entire being. The pestilence. The infection. Everything.
Indy is the cure I never expected, and fuck, I’m ready to drink her down like holy water. Rid me of my maker’s disease and replace it only with her soft touch and curves.
But, she’s not here.
And my heart is beginning to feel empty.
She’s not coming.
The voice lingers around my head, feeding itself off my pain, but I don’t entertain it. Not anymore.
“Sir!” Mortella busts through the tent opening, scaring the darkness out of me. “She’s coming.”
I stand abruptly, straightening the front of my onyx suit. I thought my heart was racing before, but now it feels like a turbine working at full power.
My pulse beats in my ears as I reach for my mask, sliding it over my face one last time. Stepping outside the tent, I’m met with a vision of perfection. Pitch black hair falls over her shoulders, streaks of white throughout. Bubble braids and silver trinkets frame her face like a crown.
Her outfit looks like the Gods created it just for her. A silver-adorned corset pushes her tits so high they’re practically falling out. My dick shifts in my slacks, straining against the fabric. Her top melds into a flowing skirt, and sheer black fabric frames her hips, showing off her thick curves.
Two slits are mirrored on each thigh, so high that one careless turn and her sweet pussy would be on display for anyonewatching. My mouth waters at the thought of catching a peek. All I can think about is watching her beautiful body writhe above me as she claims what’s hers. Watching as she cures me with her leaking pussy, blessing my body with her essence.
I hold myself together, barely, as she walks closer until she’s so close I can touch her.
“Hi,” she says, her cheeks practically glowing red. That one word, spoken so softly I can barely hear it, echoes around me like an offering. And that shake in her voice? I know my little raver is nervous. Honestly, I am too.
I prop my elbow out and motion for her to take it. She links her arm in mine, gripping my wrist like she knows I’ll steady her, even if I’m secretly crumbling under her touch.
We head to the main stage, arm in arm. Lanterns and fairy lights line our path, creating an eerie golden glow around us.
Our silence speaks more than words ever could; it’s deafening under the neon lights. Somehow, it’s still comforting, like a weighted blanket on a chilly morning or a big dinner after an exhausting day. It’s so easy, fulfilling even, but still heavy.
Walking next to her, watching as she moves through the darkness, I know I’ve made the right choice.
I’ve never been more sure of anything in my years stuck in this real-life purgatory, but knowing she wants to be by my side makes it feel more like heaven.
Chapter 28
Indy
His suit feels warm against my chilled skin. And like a hot cup of coffee on an Autumn day, I drink in his warmth. Our walk was spent in silence, unspoken promises of forever, and voiceless confirmations that this is the right choice. Our choice.
My boots feel heavy against the damp dirt, each step solidifying my choice.
The stage comes into view just moments later, looming over us like an omen. Lasers flash red, their pulse irregular against the deep sounds of bass pulsing through the crowd of partiers taking in the last set. They’re covered in blood, a flurry of costumes dancing under the full moon like a wicked seance.
A girl wearing fishnets and platforms prances into view, her skin is slick with blood, glitter clinging to the cracked crimson like a macabre constellation.
“Doctor! Sir! Everything is ready for you.” Her eyes snap to me, and she immediately drops to a curtsey. Gripping her rainbow tutu like she’s bowing to a queen. I blush on instinct, not used to that type of attention.
