Love & Demons

4.The itch

Ajax

The itch, the fucking itch.

(The itch is an uncontrollable and uncomfortable sensation that makes you go crazy with want and need, a strong need for your other half ,your souls mate. It only happens when said soul mate is near or at least within the same vicinity that you are in) in my case the human realm.

It hit me earlier this week when I least expected and in the middle of the most glorious feeding feast, I have ever had in my entire 24 years of existence.

Trevor and I had just landed on the southern parts of the earth and we couldn't believe our luck when we stumbled upon this area.

The animals and humans here are fresh, well-fed, and all-natural, unlike the contaminated blood we were forced to devour when we were still racking havoc at the northern and eastern parts of this realm.

Even Trevor refused to stick his dick down any of the humans there and Trevor fucks anything that moves, no cap.

It just goes to show how filthy in spirit and flesh they were. We might be the incarnation of the devil himself but even we don't do filthy. I still have a bitter aftertaste left behind from all that shit. I did well to send them all to Tartarus for being such abominations.

That's why I'm so fucking pissed, as soon as life gets blissfully good my fucking mate shows up FUCK HER  I didn't sign up for any of this horseshit.

All the restless nights, the deep gut-wrenching ache in my heart, my instincts pushing my body to a location that I don't even fucking know but I desire so much and want to go to so badly that I deny all logic and reason, and I'm a logical guy. I never do shit without reason and that's exactly when I knew I was fucked.

Not a lot of things freak me out or get to me, actually, nothing does, because I've done it all. I've been killed before, I've had my limbs cut off into pieces. I've seen and done the most fucked up shit that even the devil in all his miserable years of his jacked-up life hasn't dared to do, and I live in a literal hell for fucks sake so the fact that I can't chill the fuck out because of a fucking girl has got me so messed up I want to kill something.

That's how I usually deal with my problems anyways, Kill.

"Hey bro, wanna...."

Trevor pauses when he comes to my line of sight, getting all up in my personal space.

"The fuck? why's your face like that?" He says poking my forehead with his finger, his face in astonishment as he continues to survey me. He's in disbelief as if he can't fathom the idea of my face showing real emotion. I swat his hand away.

"Get out of my face Trevor," I say in a deadly calm voice that has him scowling.

"What's up your ass, you're being more of a jerk than you usually are lately and you're the prince of jerks so that's saying something"

"Get out"

"I'm sorry I meant the king of jerks"

"Get the fuck out Trevor"

"We're outside"

"For fucks sake"

"Whoah did you just lose your cool, noooo there's definitely something wrong"

I throw an ice spear at him that nails him in his chest, I miss his heart by an inch.

"What the fuck man, you almost killed me you dick" he yells angrily.

I look down at him ready to throw another one.

He puts his hands up in mock surrender.

"Fine I'm going, I'm going"