Page 5 of Virgin Lust

Creatures, shoulder to shoulder, jammed the streets. Every type of demon indulged in heinous sexual acts.

My skin shimmered, and my pulse synced with black dots pulsating in my vision. One... Two… I blinked and my arm faded into a cloud of smoke. The vapor expanded, and my human form was left behind. I was a soul reaper. An inky miasma without form or substance.

Anger vibrated through me as I glanced around and saw women screaming and running. What I saw that night would stay with me forever. Fury mixed with hunger fueled me. Vengeance for the lives taken by the demons would be delivered.

I wasn’t innocent. My existence was filled with regrets and loathing. But that night I’d make use of what I was and devour the wicked. I came with one purpose—protecting my sister’s life from being affected by the end. Seeing the degradation, however, gave me more reasons to act.

Rage filled my heart as I swooped in. Before the hounds had time to blink, I slipped through their bodies and claimed their souls. I tasted their lust and wickedness. Their depravity made my form expand.

Delicious.

Long ago, I discovered that the more deceitful and vicious a person was, the better their soul tasted. It kept me away from those who were earnest and good.

Bodies, hitting the ground with a sickening thud, fell around me as I inhaled. Being a soul reaper had a distinct advantage. We simply had to pass through a person’s body and breathe. No tools or weapons required.

In thirty seconds, I had devoured thirty souls.

“Soul reaper!” someone screamed.

Ah, they finally noticed the bodies piling up on the concrete. Not that it mattered.

A soul was untouchable unless that person also worked in death—aka Reapers. My kind were considered vicious and hunted by the likes of the same Grim Reaper who spared me decades prior.

Demons scattered and broke away from their groups. Humans, tossed to the ground, were trampled by the fiends rushing to get out of my path.

Quickly, I zipped through the monsters. I lost track of the passing seconds and minutes as bodies amassed behind me and my anger and lust for souls intensified.

Eating so many at once made me lightheaded. I felt like I could touch the sky. No one could stop me. I wantedmore. The last time I’d been so damned high was as a human.

I should have stopped. When my form behaved like an electrical wave, I had to be careful not to slip through a human.

But I didn’t cease.

I kept pushing and pushing through the monsters. When I looked at the bodies lying around, I thought I’d gorged on all the demon souls. But every time I turned a corner, there were hundreds more demons doing despicable things to humans.

My hunger grew tenfold. The only thing these types of souls were good for was devouring. They deserved my wrath.

I tore through the City of the Dead, vanquishing souls left and right. But there was so much land and too many demons filling it. I lost myself in a delicious binge.

Then I saw her. A raven-haired beauty in a black dress that ignited a different type of hunger. One that feasting on souls wouldn’t satiate.

I froze despite the boiled-covered demon darting in front of me. My shadowy mass quivered. If I had been solid…

What would I have done?

Words escaped me. Without knowing what ailed me, I didn’t know the proper response.

But I couldn’t tear my gaze from the woman.

She mesmerized me.Sexiness oozed from the tip of her head down to her black high heels. The blood moon reflected off her exposed pale back. A gown speckled by diamonds hugged her every curve. Few could pull off such a dark and sensual aura, but she basked in it as if the night was hers for the taking. Her breathtaking and eerie image would have sent the strongest man to his knees.

Something pulled at my chest as if a magnetic force yanked on my soul. Her aura locked me in place, like she controlled every part of me. She hadn’t even looked at me, but yet I was changing on the inside. Becoming someone else.

Somethingelse.

A machete materialized in her hand, and she hacked into a demon approaching her. My form quivered again as I watched her move. Then her striking blue eyes turned toward me, and something inside me sparked. Whatever it was, filled me with awe and something else I couldn’t describe.

With a hand on her hip, she sashayed over to me. Fire engulfed me. My soul undulated in response.Without warning, she lifted her machete, and it became a sword.

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