Total pages in book: 25
Estimated words: 23633 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 23633 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 118(@200wpm)___ 95(@250wpm)___ 79(@300wpm)
My body musters a little bit of warmth when I picture my sweet soul with her legs spread open in front of me, pleasuring herself to pleasure me.
“Release me!” I demand to the demonic being I know is hiding in the darkness. “Let me return!”
I can feel his grip wrapped around my legs, cementing my feet to the frosted rock floor.
“I rendered the souls you demanded!” I shout in frustration. “I did what you asked!”
I killed ten of those Nazis pricks for him. The plane of existence was put into balance. What more does he want?
“You have been neglecting your sacred duties, Grim,” the Soul Collector hisses as he appears from the shadows.
My jaw tightens as I stare into his glowing red eyes.
“Wandering souls are scattered all over your territory. And what does the Soul Collector find you doing? Watching that human female. Absurd.”
It’s been two months since the last time I’ve been here and I’ve spent that time making sure that nothing happens to Anna. I’ve been watching her, following her, obsessing over her every second I could spare. Perhaps I’ve been sloppy with my duties, but whatever duties I’ve been sworn to uphold all pale in comparison to my duty to protect my sweet soul.
She was laying in a coma for days. What was I supposed to do? Leave her completely vulnerable? Not a chance.
“Maybe I should take her soul as punishment,” he says with a growl.
I grip my scythe and point it at his throat. “You try that and I’ll cut your fucking head off.”
He steps up to his full height and thunders forward on huge taloned feet. My body is pounding in fury as I glare up at him. He towers over me like a grizzly bear towering over a badger.
“Do not threaten her again, Soul Collector,” I warn in a firm steady voice. “I told you twice that her soul belongs to me. I will not tell you a third time.”
He’s looking down at me in amusement, but if he knew what I was capable of when protecting my girl, then he wouldn’t be grinning. He’d be fleeing in terror.
“A Reaper cannot have feelings, Grim.”
“Well, I do. I love her. With all of my being, I love her.”
“So your twisted mind thinks. Do you really believe a human female such as her can love a demonic being such as you?”
“Yes,” I say as I stare him down.
“You’d be the first in all of existence. In a millennia of millennias, never has a Reaper acted like this.”
There’s never been a love like ours before. I don’t care what the other Reapers are like. I know that this is real. Our love is real. I could tell by the way she was looking at me. She didn’t care what I looked like on the outside. She saw through the black cloak and dark gray skin. She saw me. The real me.
“You’ve been a faithful and loyal Reaper, Grim,” he says as he studies me with those soulless red eyes. His massive head with those giant curled horns tilts. “I could spare you for a few decades.”
“Spare… me?”
“You’ve piqued my curiosity, Grim. Human souls intrigue me. After all this time, they still manage to surprise me. If that human female can fall in love with a Reaper, it will be the biggest surprise yet.”
She can love me. I know it. It feels too real on my end for it to be fake on hers.
“I’ll make you a deal, Grim.”
My back straightens. My pulse races. A deal? The last time I made a deal with the Soul Collector, I was forced to drag around a scythe and collect souls for him until the end of time.
“I’m listening,” I say slowly.
“I will let you be with this human soul you covet so much,” he hisses. “I will allow you to lay down your scythe and have a second chance at life. You can return to the plane of existence as a human. No powers. No soul collecting. I’ll spawn another Reaper to take your place and fulfill your sacred duties.”
I’m trembling all over. He’ll make me a human? A real human? I can be with Anna. Have a life with her. A real life, not this monstrosity I’m living.
There’s got to be a catch. There’s always a catch.
“Why would you do that for me?”
He grins. Uh oh. Here it comes.
“I will allow all of that to happen, if, you can make her fall in love with you.”
An empty feeling hits the pit of my stomach.
“And if she doesn’t?”
He grins. “Then, you’re both mine. Forever. I’ll take her soul as the star of my collection. And you, Grim… You’ll pick up the scythe, return to your duties, and bring me souls until the plane of existence shatters.”
My love for her runs deep, but her feelings for me? Doubt creeps in and I start to wonder. Could she love a monster like me? Am I fooling myself?