E
than
Her plump lips
part as I wipe away a hot, leaking tear. My sweet, Hannah, she has no idea how far gone she really is. Her eyes are the most pure and deadly I’ve ever beheld.
I’d done my research on her the day she arrived, that lost crazy look she had about her nearly my undoing. Her hometown plus a few pay-offs provided all the information I needed to know about Hannah Vale.
And now she’s mine.
My equal and my eternal love.
She only needs one more drop of my blood, just one more drop.
Jerking my hips back, I slam fully into her tight, tiny pussy. “Fuck, Hannah,” I utter, unable to stop myself. Looking down with the last bit of restraint I can muster, I can tell she’s having a hard time taking my size. “My love…” I can’t finish, the pleasure too strong, too everything.
My senses are alive, electrified by the grip of her cunt.
I fuck her slowly at first, gritting my teeth against the urge to unleash my rage as I nip at her neck. Easing my cock out and back in with shallow, hard thrusts, my thoughts turn primal with the idea of planting my seed.
To make another monster with her.
I’ll never turn my back on them or ask for too much.
Suddenly she sighs, closing her eyes. “No,” I demand, picking up a punishing pace. “Keep those pretty little eyes open, on me only.”
Hannah obeys like a good little girl, those pearly white, red-veined orbs gazing up at the ceiling.
Not good enough.
Grunting, I plow into her again, this time with enough strength to garner a scream. “Here, my face, my eyes, or I’ll fuck your ass next,” I warn, her eyes meeting mine in ecstasy.
I’ll never leave her; never forsake her like all the others.
“Harder,” she gasps, raking her nails down my back. “I’m so close, I can feel…”
“That’s it, my love,” I encourage her, bringing my hand up to collar her fragile throat. “I can make you feel again.” My ball sack tightens, my cum being forced out by the milking of her pussy.
Now, I have to give her all of me now, before I lose control.
Still thrusting but so close to the edge, I bite into my wrist with slightly sharpened teeth and tilt her head back to accept my offering. She has no idea about the deal I’ve made. The deal I made not so long ago with my father…
The Angel of Music.
“Oh, God,” she yells out, gripping my shoulders with thin claws. “I can see the stars, feel the night…”
“Ugh,” I grunt over and over, my seed shooting deep inside her. “My love,” I chant, coming so hard the room goes dim.
“Ethan,” she says, her neck lulling back and forth on the feathered pillows. “I feel so strange, like something is happening to me. Is something happening to me?” she asks softly, her voice barely above a whisper now.
I want to reassure her, but she’s already asleep.
The change is happening.
Her pale mouth hangs open, and I push a lingering drop of blood from the corner of her lips into her throat, massaging her neck until she swallows.
I’m neither a vampire nor a ghost.
I’m nothing you’ve ever heard of. No living or dead creature has ever heard a whisper of me and lived to tell the tale.
My father was and still is the Phantom, the Angel of Music, the creator of death notes.
A man of so many faces…
The Devil in the flesh.
My mother couldn’t fathom his trickery or that she’d given birth to Lucifer’s son, so she’d tried to kill me, an innocent babe, her raven’s talons stripping away half of my face.
Whenever I asked my father about her, what became of her, his answer was always the same:
Shapeshifters are not to be trusted.
And now, I am this thing for which there is no name.
Yet, I am simply another monster.
When I turned a certain age, I noticed that women wanted me, craved what was beneath the mask. They wanted a secret all their own. None of them, none of those women held my interest, for I was like them in a way. I wanted what I couldn’t have.
Hannah Vale.
And so, I struck a deal with the dealer himself.
Shuddering, I remember our encounter from a month ago.
“Ssso, niccce to sssee you, again, ssson,” he greeted, his red eyes lighting up at his luck. “Finally come to pay the piper.”
“I just want her,” I panted, the effort to look upon his true form almost too much to bear. “That’s it.”
He cackled, leaning forward on his throne. “You know the priccce.”
Blinking, I pull my thoughts back to the future, where he can’t hear them. The man I call my father is the biggest monster of them all.
For I am the son of Lucifer and Elorna, Queen of Ravens.
My own mother wanted me dead, and now I’ve given him
my soul.
All for her.
When she wakes, which won’t be for some time, she’ll be like me, a monster with no name.
But she’ll still have her soul, that’s the one thing I won’t let be taken from her.
Her soul belongs to me.