me and the devil - kai parker

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TW: This chapter contains A LOT of gore and blood in detailed descriptions as well as graphic description of a panic attack. 

Olivia's lifeless form lay twisted in a grotesque heap, her eyes wide open, staring vacantly at the ceiling, pupils blown in a final, frozen moment of terror. The poker jutted from her chest, sinking deep into the flesh, skewering her like a macabre trophy. Blood poured from the wound in thick, viscous streams, pooling beneath her body, soaking into the fabric of the carpet until it glistened a deep, dark crimson.

The wound itself gaped open like a grotesque maw, jagged edges of torn skin and muscle twitching involuntarily, the poker's metal blackened with streaks of blood and fragments of tissue clinging to it. Her ribcage was caved in, the bones splintered, fragments poking through the torn skin, blood bubbling up around them as her body slowly gave in to gravity. Olivia's once vibrant hair was now matted to her skull, the strands clinging to her blood-streaked face, her mouth agape as though mid-scream, lips stained dark as the life drained from her.

Madelene couldn't tear her eyes away, even as nausea clawed up her throat.  A faint sound of something wet and soft dripping onto the floor punctuated the air. She could almost hear the squelch of torn organs shifting beneath the poker's weight, feel the pulsing heat of the fresh blood on her skin, thick and warm like syrup.

Through the haze of his pain, a twisted sense of pride flickered in Kai's eyes as he stared at Madelene, impressed. He coughed violently, more blood dripping from his wounds, but despite his injuries, a smirk curled at the corner of his mouth. He didn't feel guilt—no, what he felt was closer to satisfaction.

"Maddie..." Kai rasped, his throat was dry and scratchy and the sound he made was almost uncomfortable. 

Madelene blinked, her breath catching. His tone wasn't accusatory. It wasn't devastated. It was almost... admiring? She shook her head, her body feeling like it was on the verge of collapse. How could he be so... nonchalant?

"She was going to kill you," she stammered, her voice shaking as she crawled towards him, smearing the blood all over the wooden floors, she knelt beside him, her hands hovering over his torn flesh. "I had no choice, she would've taken the whole coven with you..."

Kai winced, pressing his hand to the wound to try and stop the bleeding, with his other hand, he grabbed onto Madelene's and squeezed it hard as if to reassure her all would be ok. But instead of the reassurance she desperately sought, the gesture only deepened the sickening knot in her stomach.

"You did what had to be done," He leaned in closer, his face inches from hers, and she could feel the heat of his breath against her skin. "You saved me. Us."

Her breath hitched, the weight of his words twisting something inside her. She had killed for him—yes—but the way he was looking at her now like she'd done something heroic, made her stomach churn, vomit creeping up her throat. 

"There is so much blood..." she whispered, examining Kai's body she gently lifted his shirt to see a nasty, deep wound.

Jeremy, who had been staring at Olivia's body in disbelief, finally snapped out of it. "We need to stop the bleeding," he approached, grabbing a piece of cloth to press against Kai's wounds.

Kai groaned, the pain finally catching up to him, but the glint in his eyes never faded. "I knew you had it in you," he whispered through a pained grin. "I always knew you'd do anything for me."

Madelene flinched, the words cutting deeper than any weapon could. His tone was disturbingly affectionate, he was proud of her twisted achievement. She stared at him, heart pounding in her chest, torn between revulsion and disbelief. How could he be happy about this?