would burst on his tongue like the finest wine as the kill was executed.
He reached the door of the priest’s room and kicked it open with his heavy boot. Diel charged at the bed, knives ready in the waist of his pants. But he stilled, his monster’s lust for death halted, when he saw the priest bound on the bed, a gag in his mouth. The fucker’s eyes were wide and locked on Diel. Diel studied his prey, his monster surveying what it had found. His gaze landed on the priest’s split lip and the “H” that had been smudged onto his forehead with blood.
The rage started as a flicker in Diel’s stomach. But like a wildfire catching on to dry and barren branches on a scorching day, the fury spread, igniting every muscle and cell into a raging inferno in his body.
Somebody had been there first. Somebody had come for his kill, his Brethren cunt that he was meant to fucking rip apart.
The priest began to thrash on the bed, trying to speak. Diel vibrated in anger—his prey had already been touched; someone had got to him first. Pathetically, they hadn’t killed him. They’d left him festering in his sin in the bed, bound like pig about to be gutted. Reaching for the knife in his pants, Diel sliced through the bonds tying the priest’s hands and feet and ripped the gag from his mouth.
“Thank you,” the priest rasped as he scrambled to his feet and stood on the other side of his bed. “Who the hell were those people?” He gagged on his words as the blood ran from his lip into his mouth. “The ones with the hoods? With most of their faces covered? Mercenaries? Burglars?”
Diel’s scalding rage only built as he stared at the fucker before him. He was one of them. He was a motherfucking Brethren, brother of Purgatory, Holy Innocents alumnus. Diel’s hands started to shake, and the monster extended its claws inside him, jaw opening and fanged teeth preparing to taste this prick’s blood. Mimicking the monster, Diel smiled, showing his teeth, his hands curling into claws. His muscles tensed like a bow as he readied to strike.
The Brethren locked his gaze on Diel. Blood ran from his face, and Diel’s head tipped from left to right as the evil grew inside him, rising like a swelling well about to flood any nearby ground. His cock stirred when the priest froze. The father’s eyes dilated as he watched Diel.
“The General sent you, yes?” the priest said, but his words ran off Diel’s back like rain off a body bag.
Diel glared at the priest and uttered one single word.
“Run.”
The priest opened his mouth as if to speak, but no words fell from his lips. “Run,” Diel said again, his voice lower and more graveled, his patience slipping. The priest swallowed, released a pained whimper, then bolted for the stairs. Diel’s face split into a wide grin as the monster within him roared and propelled Diel to give chase. Diel burst from the bedroom and toward the staircase the priest was stumbling down.
The priest looked up, one trembling hand on the banister. His eyes widened on seeing Diel approaching, and he tripped, stumbling down several steps as Diel reached the top. The priest crashed to the bottom, moaned and frantically looked up. Diel’s sadistic grin promised all the pain he was about to inflict. The priest tried to get to his feet, but he collapsed back to the ground. His foot sat at the wrong angle. He used his hands on the wooden floor to try and scurry away.
Diel’s monster drew them into a steady walk as they descended the stairs, the priest trapped in their glare. The priest looked back, and a cry ripped from his throat. “Please,” he said, his voice piercing Diel’s head like nails being dragged down a chalkboard.
Please … please … please …
Diel’s head throbbed, a migraine born from an onslaught of fucked-up memories. From Purgatory. Of himself as a boy, tied to a rack as the Brethren priests had pulled the lever, stretching his arms and legs until he felt like they were going to rip off, his abdominal muscles burning like hot coals. His shoulder popping out of place on a thunderous crack, and Diel screaming in agony as the Brethren looked at his broken young body and smiled. “Please,” Diel had whispered. “Please … no more …”
But they never stopped. It only ever got worse. Diel’s monster