Series: Sean Moriarty
Total pages in book: 114
Estimated words: 113805 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 113805 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 569(@200wpm)___ 455(@250wpm)___ 379(@300wpm)
Simon lines up the railroad spike on Coss’s wrist and snarls.
But he doesn’t slam the sledgehammer down.
No, he slowly taps it.
Tap.
A little further it’s pushed in.
Tap.
A little deeper it goes, breaking through the skin.
Tap.
Breaking through muscles.
Tap.
A bone somewhere in there fractures into pieces.
Tap.
Bubbling laughter escapes Simon’s mouth.
Tap. Tap. Tap
Each tap light enough to drag the experience out.
When he gets the spike through the arm, Simon slams the sledgehammer twice into Coss’s hand. Shattering bones and mashing sinew.
Then he slams the hammer down directly on the nail’s head, finally driving it into the wood.
“You even spread poison from your infested dick into our mother,” Simon says quietly. “You fucking refused to tell her or have her treated for the disease you gave her, but happily treated and cleaned yourself.
Gabriel sneers. “You ruined everything our family could have been.”
“You fucking betrayed our family out of jealousy,” I say. “You couldn’t just sit back. You set us all up, seeking your former glory.”
Standing up from the ground, I go over to the table and pluck up the scissors. Returning to Coss, I cut off his clothing.
Once we have him fully naked, we each grab a side of the cross and move it to the pedestal on the floor.
Wrapping rope around the toggle bolts at the top of the cross, we pull it tight and slowly lift the cross into the air.
Coss’s heavy body slumps down, gravity pulling him towards the floor.
I’m not sure if it’s the blood rushing to his head or if it’s that dying moment of clarity some people get when they’re close to their deaths, but Coss’s eyes snap open.
He looks around at us all.
Almost foaming from the mouth, I can feel his venomous rage seeping from his pores.
Face flushed red, he looks demonic. “How dare you? How dare you think you’ll get away with this? I’ll have you all fucking killed! Do you even know what you’ve just started? I could have—”
“I hardly think that’ll happen now, you sanctimonious prick!” Johnathan yells over the top of him.
“Forgive us, dear father, for we have sinned,” Simon mocks Coss in a simpering voice. “What is our penance for spying on you? What acts of contrition must we do to be right with the Lord?”
“You should have died with your sister, you weakling,” Coss spits at Simon. “You can’t even fucking walk across a floor without having to be coddled. Poor Simon, afraid of getting a cold.”
Before any of us can move, Gabriel is across the floor and slamming a blade into Coss’s stomach.
His voice is low but the pure hatred unmistakable. “Don’t you fucking say a word about my brother again!”
Sputtering, I don’t think Coss truly expected that.
And I could give a flying fuck.
Approaching him, I say, “Did you really think we wouldn’t trace your little burner phone? Did you think we wouldn’t get the call logs or be able to tap into it?”
“He must have,” Johnathan says and moves to stand in front of Coss.
Unzipping his pants, Johnathan pulls his cock out of his jeans and lets loose a long, hard stream. Pissing on Coss’s face.
Simon, Gabriel, and I all step back from Johnathan.
“Fucking hell.” Simon laughs at the display. “I guess he did need a last drink before he dies.”
Gabriel snorts. “That’s one way to give it to him.”
Coss screams in rage and pain as Johnathan finishes up pissing on him.
“Take me down,” Coss begs. “Before it’s too late.”
“Not a chance—” I begin to say, but a voice behind me cuts me off.
“Actually,” Lucifer says coldly. “I’m quite curious to know why all of you believe you are permitted to this.”
“We—” Simon starts to say.
“Betrayal does not even begin to describe what is happening!” Lucifer bellows in thunderous rage at Simon. “All of this behind my back! My family betraying me like this!”
“Get me down from here, you little shits!” Coss orders like he believes he has power now.
Lucifer slowly walks between us. His body moving with smooth, deadly precision.
When he reaches Coss, he spins around to take us all in.
“To think you all would sink this low,” Lucifer sneers before he turns to face Coss.
“Help me down, Matthew,” Coss groans, sounding like his age has finally caught up with him.
“To think they would do all of this,” Lucifer says as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out a switchblade. “And not invite me.”
The blade flashes out and roughly slices across Coss’s fully exposed neck.
Blood erupts from Coss’s throat. The hard spray hitting Lucifer before it weakens and gushes down Coss’s face.
Turning back to face us, covered in Coss’s blood, Lucifer smiles.
“You just love theatrics,” Simon says with a snort before he goes back to the table and begins gathering up his tools.
The End
Playlists
Jude
Spotify: spoti.fi/45pgA29
Youtube: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLXDc1F0iIApvc8aOsGcrkwTj-WSz6CFG0
Concrete Jungle - Bad Omens
Angel - Massive Attack
The Summoning - Sleep Token
Rainy Day - Ice Nine Kills