Grim reaper.
1079 Words
Leviathan’s P.O.V:
She was perfection.
A literal angel.
I don’t know what happened to me, but when I saw her, I was so allured and mesmerized by her beauty.
She is a seductress.
A goddess of beauty.
I shook my head, and I looked at the menu in front of me.
“What the f**k are we supposed to eat here?” I mumbled to myself, throwing the menu down and walking out. I would rather f*****g die of hunger than eat this s**t.
I walked down the street to where I was staying, and I checked in my room and walked up the stairs to it.
Luna.
Again, she popped up in my thoughts and I wanted to get her out. I shouldn’t be having these thoughts for anybody, never mind a mortal. It would never be allowed, never mind should I be thinking these things at all.
I’ve never been taken back by a women’s looks until I saw her. I’ve never been attracted to someone as much as I’m attracted to her.
Even though I knew that this was wrong, it wasn’t enough to stop me from getting what I craved, which was Luna. Her blue eyes haunted me. Enticed me. Allured me and seduced me.
I craved her. I craved the smell of her, and the touch of her soft skin.
What was happening to me? I am never like this. I refuse to swoon over anybody.
I walked over to the balcony, and I watched the city. The city lights were about the prettiest thing about the city.
Wrong. She appeared in my head again and I grunted.
Maybe if I were to go back to hell, I’d forget about the way that she makes me feel. I can’t take feeling this weak. I am the strongest and my strength will not be altered for anything, even if it’s for the most gorgeous thing that I have ever laid my eyes on.
Luna.
That name made me get shivers down my spine.
I had to try to forget about her at the time. I had a job to do.
I needed to find souls.
I walked out of my penthouse suite, and I took the stairs.
What better time to look for humans then in the darkness?
I walked out of my hotel, and I walked into the dark streets.
There were people roaming around, their scents making me feel sick.
I walked towards where there were alleyways, and I grabbed the first man that I saw, pulling him into the alley towards me. The smell that reeked off him smelt of lust, anger and deception.
“Hey man, what the f**k are you doing?” He pulled from my arms, and I grabbed him more forcefully, pushing him into the wall.
“Ouch!” He snapped out, ready to take a swing at me, but he missed miserably, almost making me feel pity on his dumb ass.
“Who the f**k do you think you are tough guy? Think you’re that tough? Then f*****g fight me!” He shouts out drunkenly.
“You are pathetic, but I know someone that would make use of your pathetic ass.” I extended my nails, allowing them to grow longer, and I stuck my hand into his chest, watching his eyes change with fear, and he bent his neck towards where my hand was placed into his chest, and he looked up at me with blood starting to come out of his mouth, and I smirked, sticking my nails right into his heart, hearing him gulp one last time before I take his heart out, throwing it beside him. I watched as his lifeless body fell in the alleyway; his heart next to him.
Too easy. Humans don’t have any fight in them. They are weak.
I created a small flame on the tip of my finger, and I set his body alight, watching it go up in flames, the flames eating his body up and sending it to the pits of hell, where he belongs.
The next person that walked past, I grabbed them as well, repeating the same process. My hand was buried in their chest as I pulled their heart out, watching life drain from their eyes always gave me some sort of satisfaction. Their lifeless body falling into the pile of flames and watching how the hungry flames consumed them.
“What is going on here?” I heard a group of young men ask, walking into the alleyway out of curiosity.
What do they say? Curiosity killed the cat.
And just like a cat, I was watching them from the dark before I killed them all in a split second, throwing their hearts onto the pile of other hearts, and I threw their body on the heap of dead bodies. The flames grew hungrier, and I smirked.
A group of people started to group up before the alleyway, obviously attracted to the flames that were only getting bigger. The smell of blood consumed me. I was standing right in the corner, far from their eyes. I blended into the darkness like it was second nature to me.
“Somebody call the cops!” I heard a woman scream, and I took it as it’s my que to leave.
I used one of my many powers, and I shape-shifted into a black cat, and I walked out of the alleyway. The people’s eyes were on me, and they screamed.
I walked back to my hotel, and when I thought it was safe enough, I shifted back into my form, and I took the stairs back up to my room, and once I got to the top, I sat on the edge of the balcony, and I watched the city.
Eight souls were taken tonight. My dad will be happy. As long as I get hold of that witch, then I won’t get married to Succubus. I would rather burn for all eternity than marry that w***e.
I must wait until the full moon, which was in a few weeks' time. The witch will reveal herself, and I can take her to my father. Until then, I just needed to bring home souls for my dad.
Patience is the key to this, but I had no patience.
I wanted Succubus gone from me and I want her to suffer eternal hell forever and burn in agony for as long as I live.
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