BOOK 2 of the Running With Devils Series
⚠️GOING THROUGH SOME SH*T TBH GONNA REWRITE THIS LMAO⚠️ expect to see edits within the next few weeks 😔🥹💕
It's been three weeks since Coralynn Bennet was dragged down to Hell and it was nothing like how sh...
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The Shadow
I could vaguely remember the car ride. I could recall the gentle strokes of her fingers through my hair. I wish that was the only sensation I could remember. But I remembered the ugly twisting in my body that drew tears from my eyes.
I just wanted the pain to stop. Whatever it was that was eating me alive right now... I wasn't strong enough to fight it.
But I could feel it working through me inch by inch, creeping up slowly like a predator about to snap its jaws around my throat.
"Set him down," I could hear Coralynn's shaky voice order quickly.
I was lowered onto a bed.
"I'll go grab a healer," Levi said. Then I heard his footsteps leave and the door shut behind him.
There was some clattering and the sound of wheels being rolled across the floor. Then I felt her hand place itself over mine at my side.
"It's gonna be okay," she sniffled.
But I don't think she was even talking to me. Those words sounded as if she was trying to convince herself.
"You'll be alright," she said.
I wanted nothing more.
Then I heard her suck in a sharp pained breath and the aromatic scent of her blood seemed to dance across my senses.
Whatever was tearing me apart seemed to frenzy at the thought of tasting her.
I wanted to scream at her to stop. She needed to stop before this sickness ripped her apart too— before I ripped her apart.
"I'm going to take care of you, Mal."
I fought as hard as I could against the violence that was ready to take control. In my minds eye, I could see it take shape. My shape. It was me.
It was the same image of myself that I had dreamt of after losing control to my own bloodlust.
"You'll never beat your father if you continue to hold onto such useless attachments..."
It circled me. Its eyes were burning with hunger.
"I won't let you have her," I snarled.
"But she tasted so good— so rich. You hunger for her too. I know it."
My image snapped it's jaws at me, forcing me to retreat towards the edges of my consciousness. It laughed cruelly at me, licking its lips as if I too were on the menu.
"I'd rather starve," I growled.
"I know," it said. "And it's pathetic really. She may find this noble and admirable facade you put on to her liking, but... she'll never truly love you. Because that means she would have to love me too. Right? She would have to embrace the part of yourself that feeds off of pain and violence... and shame."
