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I black out, but when I come to, my hands are fisted on the hilt of the knife that's currently sticking into the back of his neck. The blood makes me gleeful as I pull it out and slam it down again and again.
There are screams but it turns into a buzz in the background. My hands are slipping from how wet it’s getting. It reminds me of how wet Mel would get when my dick is inside of her. That cursed dick I shouldn’t have been born with. But I would be a fucking liar if I denied how good it feels to mark her as mine.
She’s always been mine.She just didn’t know it.
“Jaiden!”
“Stop saying his name!”
She gasps and hiccups in a sob. It makes my chest ache, but not enough to stop me from slicing down his back through his clothes into the shape of a fucking cross. The cross he always makes me bear. The cross he slaps into my face right before he whips this body of mine.
“Jada, please.”
One last slam and I lodge the knife into his ass. See how he likes it.I bet he does like it.Laughing to myself, I start to let certain puzzle pieces fall into place mentally.
“Jada.”
My face jerks to the sound of my name. She’s beautiful when she cries. Grabbing her shirt, I pull her into me and slam my mouth on hers.
Jaiden is weak. He should have never kept her from us when she was meant to be ours. He refused to let himself grow, to understand the truth!
“Ahhhhh!”
The shrill scream makes my teeth grind and my head twitch. Turning around, I see mom standing there in horror.
Finally, an emotion that makes sense.
It’s a good day to be alive.
Chapter Eleven
Jada
The smell of cinders and flames burns my nostrils. Hellfire is the only thing I can think of to describe it. The screams of lost souls and the tortured surround me, haunting my every waking moment.
How did I get here?
One minute I’m being hauled off in handcuffs, the men in the cell jumping on me—the next, I feel like my soul is being ripped from the human plane and into something else entirely.
My skin blisters and pustules, blowing up into pus and everything else. The demon in front of me laughs maniacally, his sharp teeth gleaming in the light of the flames around us. His earholes are large caverns, no lobes to be found. My eyes burn with the smoke in this chamber, wondering if I’ve finally entered hell like I always thought I would.
The skin on his neck breaks off into what looks like branches and veins separated from his actual body and my mind slowly drifts away as the pain starts to seep into my pores.
“Sabnock!”
“What? Can’t you see I’m busy?”
“Who is that soul?”
“I don’t bloody know. I just know she’s here. Leave me be, you ugly demon!”
“Sabnock!”
“What?”
“Her name!”
“I don’t bloody know!” The demon next to me touches my skin and it bubbles with smells of infection and rot.