L'appel du Vide

Chapter 1

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I was with a client when the screaming started.

Which should technically be considered normal in my profession, but it still prompted me to lift my head up from the crook of my client's neck. Staring at the fancy red wallpaper above the thumping headboard, I tried to listen for any unusual behaviour.

The usual moans and grunts of pleasure rang through the walls.

Not finding anything intriguing to listen into, I tilted my head to the side before my gaze was drawn back to Soma's. In response, she buried her nails in my back pulling me down. A loud moan escaped her when it drove my hips forward.

"Levi," she panted.

I just raised an eyebrow at her and continued my steady movements.

"What's on your mind today?" She could barely formulate the full sentence before a scream of pleasure tore through her throat. I grinned and angled my thrusts to hit that spot again.

She did not question me any further.

I was picking up my pace when the scream came again. This time, however, I was not able to focus on it. My client depended on me to concentrate on thrusting my hard cock into her and making her cum.

Which Soma definitely obeyed.

Ignoring further screams that echoed down the hallway outside, Soma's and my grunts blended together. Trying not to cringe at the sound of our sleek skin meeting over and over again, I wrapped my hand around her throat, squeezing it lightly.

"Fuck," she swore. Her eyes rolled to the back of her skull and I could feel her withering beneath me, trying to create more friction between us.

"Cum for me," I whispered into her ear and applied more pressure on her exposed throat.

A shiver ran down her spine first, before I could feel the heat in her core increase immeasurably. Her tight walls clamped down on me and with a final whine, she came.

Not wasting any more time, I dug my teeth into where her neck and shoulder connected, drawing the released sexual energy from her body. Her movement stilled almost automatically and she fell partially limp. Not stopping from drawing some actual blood, I chased my high as well.

The energy pooled in the pit of my stomach, making it hard for me to hold back. Soma just closed her eyes and took another pounding quietly. When I released into the condom, at last, she was almost passed out beneath me.

Her body was raked with shivers when I pulled out and ran my hands down her body for one last time. A content hum rang out from her at my ministrations so that I could barely perceive the ruckus outside the room, as I was still coming down from the high Soma's potent energy produced.

I had places to be, so I stood on shaky legs, covered my late client in several blankets and discarded of the condom. Dressed in a pair of grey sweatpants, slightly drowsy and in no mood to deal with anything, I opened the door.

Bad idea.

Clients and workers alike were rushing down the halls and the screaming only got worse. My eyes widened at the scene. Clothes drifted through the air, footballs following and those horrible horrible wails did not cease.

I tried to cover my ears and moved toward where the noise was coming from. A crowd had gathered around the entrance of one of the backstage rooms, all of the demons trying to get a peek inside.

Spotting a certain black-haired woman, I grabbed her shoulder and turned her toward me.

"What the hell is going on?" I slurred.

"I don't know," Iris answered and took in my state. Her eyes lingered around my crotch area longer than necessary before they snapped back up.

I rolled my eyes at her.

"You know I can help you with that," she suggested and moved closer until she could drape herself over my chest. Her hand had to travel closer to my dick for me to realise that I was still hard.

Pushing her off me gently, another - this time much deeper - wail caused all of the onlookers to jump in surprise. I used this opportunity to push through the crowd and into the room. Looking around, nothing seemed out of place, until my eyes landed on the figures on the floor.

The head of our brothel, Rose was holding Sion's head in her lap. The poor boy was slowly turning very pale while frothing at the mouth. The wails of pain must have been his.

Without thinking, I dropped to the floor and gathered Sion in my arms. He felt too cold to touch and a thin sheen of sweat was covering his sickly pale skin and the black veins pumping beneath it.

"L-Levi," he tried to utter.

I shook my head at him, urging him not to speak.

"Poison," Rose whispered breathlessly beside me. She had taken hold of his hand and wrist, probably monitoring his pulse.

"What the fuck did you get into this time?" I stroked Sion's face and pulled some of his dark hair back.

The energy inside me started swelling and it felt like someone had taken a jackhammer to my stomach and brain at the same time. Either my energy was reacting to him or he was reacting to it because his body started spasming and twitching uncontrollably on the ground.

No, it must have been the poison.

Several painful minutes passed.

Sion's wails had finally died down, as he was now unable to take in any oxygen. Black veins extended through all of his body, giving the poison access to every organ. In the end, he stopped moving and glassy eyes turned up toward me.

I just nodded, ignoring the pain in my body.

He did not even get to have his last breath. His body just shut down and fell stiff in my arms.

A thin red mist started flowing from his body and gathering above him, forming a shifting red orb. I glanced at Rose to see if she was seeing this too, but she had her head hung low, grasping Sion's hand and letting small tears drop onto the ground.

I could not explain what the red orb was, never before had I seen something like it. But once it had gathered all of the red mist, it lingered a few seconds before it flung itself up in the air and through the ceiling, disappearing from sight.

Declaring Sion dead and standing from her position, Rose stood in front of the gathered onlookers and asked all clients to leave. We would follow the tradition and hold a day of grieving for losing one of our family members. Her heels clicked down the hallway, as she most likely headed for the bar.

I held Sion's body close until his remains disintegrated into a fine pile of ash.

Sighing I turned to the rest of the girls.

"Can somebody please get me a dustpan?"

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