Demon (BoyxBoy) ✔️ Book 1

Chapter 36

Every Sunday I would ask my mother the same question.

''Why can't I go to Church with you?''

''You were born sick.''

I never really knew what that meant. Maybe there was an illness that banished you from going to Church? Maybe I had an illness my mother didn't tell me about?

One day I finally asked her what that meant.

''God doesn't love you.'' She told me.

''What have I done, mama?''

She hesitated at my words. Her gaze at me made me want to hide under the bed and never come out. She was looking at me like I had committed every Sin imaginable.

''There's a part inside of you that is waiting to pour out... it's going tear it's self out of you one day. You're going to rip the hearts out of the living... you're full of hatred. One step in that church and you'll burn, baby.''

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TW: BRUTAL VIOLENCE AND BLOOD. YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.

3rd Person POV

He couldn't explain the pain. He couldn't put it into words. Every bone in his body ached, his body felt like it was on fire. It was definitely worse than the pain that Avel inflicted on him; The worst pain you could ever feel is losing your soulmate. He felt as Jaxon left this earth. He felt his pain. He felt his soul try to grasp onto this earth... but it couldn't. He couldn't escape death.

He only had one thing running in his head over and over again. The thought of shedding blood. The thought of running Avel's blood into the gates of hell, the sound of Avel begging Seth for his life... but he won't. The sound of his cries will be music to his ears... He will pay for taking what he loved most. He could strip Seth limb from limb... but once you mess with what belongs to him...

Run.

Avel stood at the top of the stairs with Jaxon's body in his arms. He had the proudest smirk lingering on his lips as he gazed down at Lilith. This isn't the first person he's killed. He's known as a murderer. He felt no remorse as Jaxon begged for his life, he felt nothing when Jaxon screamed out in pain. He always got what he wanted.

Seth pulled himself off of the ground abruptly, his black wings extending out from his back. He gazed up at Avel with obsidian black eyes; his jaw shaking in anger. He wasn't there anymore... he fed into his dark side. He didn't care.

He liked it.

He slowly made his way up the stairs. The undead tried everything in their power to pull him back down from the stairs; but all he did was raise his hand up in the air, pulling the souls from their body with no remorse. He knew what he was now... the Grim Reaper. He was not only going to take Avel's soul... he will torment it eternally. He will make sure of it.

Avel slowly put Jaxon's body down in terror as he approached him. He went to run back into the castle... but all you could hear was the howls from the werewolves on the other side of the door. They were aware of what Seth was going to do to him... they boarded the doors up.

Avel thrust his hand forward. He expected hell's fire to attack Seth... but there was none left. Lilith knew it wouldn't last... she knew that Seth would murder him. It's all apart of her plan. Her sick, twisted plan...