type of demon who had a twisted association with such creatures.
Something was off about the City of the Dead. Unlike my last visit, it was completely empty. Normally, the place bustled with demons covered with boils and other hideous creatures.
But the streets were barren. With each step I took, my brows furrowed. Where was everyone? Did I get the wrong place? How many cities were in the Underworld?
I continued walking until my leg plunged into a cool, tingly puddle. Magic. Glancing down, a ripple formed and spread around me. The shops and streets undulated, and I got a glimpse of commotion. A barrier.
Straightening my shoulders, I stepped through the hole and froze as the town surfaced. My body locked up, and every creature’s action looked sluggish as if time had slowed while blood roared in my ears. My brain needed time to process the shit show before me.
Clenching my fists, my heart hammered as my eyes darted everywhere. I didn’t know what the fuck to focus on first.
Correction.
I didn’t know who to eat first.
Screams pierced my ears as a human woman fell to her knees in front of several hellhounds. The unusual beasts resembled werewolves with rat-like faces, sparse fur, and knees bent backward. They surrounded her, pumping their dicks in their palms.
Beside them were three huge ogres tearing at another human’s clothes.
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 wanted more. 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