CHAPTER 9: DRIPPING AND BATHING

[Unknown POV]

Sometimes my patience wanes waiting for my plans to sprout. As I look around my grand throne hall at the creatures of the night taking care of their debaucherous desires, my appetite to slaughter increases. This need to bathe in blood is never fully satisfied. Only this damn female Bridge will quench my bloodlust. “Where the fuck is Chelsea and Josiah,” I demand to my subordinates.

Thanatos, my commander mind links Josiah to order that he check in. Thanatos was once the God of death. If it had not been for Hercules and Sisyphus, Death would have still ruled and been feared by mortals and immortals alike. He fell to their traps and was transformed into a dark angel with the assignment of guiding souls to the Netherworld.

After careful planning and execution, I freed him of the vice grip held by Jav Atropos, King of the Netherworld. Now, he is my indentured and loyal servant. I do love his creativity on ways to kill people and he is very pleasing to look at. “They will be here within the next couple minutes, my Lord,” Thanatos declares to me with a smirk burning on his face.

Sitting back in my throne with satisfying anticipation, I watch as a lesser demon splits a vampire in two with his swordlike cock. The vamp squeals in both pain and pleasure as she struggles to reach for a passed out human prostitute near her to replenish her blood loss. Her breasts bounce up and down as the demon thrusts into her with great force.

My attention is diverted to the entry of my throne hall. Josiah and Chelsea strut through the entrance with a human male victim. “Where is my Bridge,” I mandate for response with surging rage that halts the sex going on all around me.  They bow their heads as Josiah explains, “Master, we have found the Bridge, but she was taken by the Vampire King and has not left the room he took her to.”

This is unacceptable, I think to myself as the rage is ready to boil over, and my veins expand with the added fuel. “We have left a detail at the club to monitor all exits and follow her home.” I am being impatient, yes, and I will have her soon, I remind myself as I direct Thanatos, telepathically to bring the rack to the hall.

Mere seconds pass, as the trusty wooden stretching rack is rolled several feet in front of me. The look of fear on Josiah and Chelsea’s face is so decadent that it has my cock pulsing with need. My guards are so well disciplined that they immediately understand the assignment and take Chelsea to the rack.

Once secured with the binds on her ankles and wrists, I order one of the guards to stretch her body slowly as I am going to savor every second of her screams. Sitting back in my throne, I release my bulging anaconda from my pants and begin stroking it.

Her clothes are ripped from her body, and she belts out blood curdling screams as her limbs are being stretched further from their sockets. I squeeze my cock harder with each stroke. Looking at one guard, I eye him to the iron spider and the picana on the instrument wall. He grabs both, gives one to another guard before he inserts the spider onto her left breast.

As Blood gushes out from the sharp clamp ripping further through her flesh my needy strokes speed up to the rhythm of the blood flowing from her. To prevent her from passing out, the other guard sends the first electrical charge into her from the picana and the mouth-watering smell of burning flesh fills the air. After many gratifying minutes of her passing out, being forced awake, slightly healed, then tortured again, my cock jerks to final fulfillment and I explode my seed through the air and onto her blood-soaked body.

The release of my seed has my mind swimming in euphoria. With a satisfying grin on my face, I order Josiah to lay under his mate’s blood dripping body and bathe in it. The iron rich smell of blood, sweat, and release fills the room. After he is covered in her blood and his salty yet bloody tears, I instruct the guards to free her from her torture and get her a human to drink.

The bitch will recover, but now she and Josiah will know never to fuck with me again. My rule is law, and I will not be made a fool of. Tired of looking at the pathetic creatures around me, I get up to retire to my suite. Thanatos follows me to my office chamber of my suite and orders one of the servants to bring us a feast.

Sitting at my war table, an elegant long table made of onyx, delicacies are placed in front of Thanatos and I. Looking at the stuffed pig roast, I grab my knife and fork, slice off a fat piece, and shove it in my mouth. Flavors of death, liquid smoke, paprika, and fear tantalize my tastebuds in a rewarding manner.

“My Lord, I will deploy Adam to follow the Bridge home, and when she is alone, he will take her into custody.” “Yes, I want her brought to me quickly, as the Avatar of Visha has awakened,” I say while squishing grapes in my mouth. This is my age to savor, the age of darkness, where I rule mortals and immortals and I will not allow Visha to cut my time down with her disgusting golden light.

Lust, envy, greed, false idols, war, murder are all mine to gift the mortal scum. Every one of the mortals and immortals are prophesized to be under my rule. According to the prophecy only the Avatar of Visha can end my reign, but little does she know that I am two steps ahead of her, and will soon have the Bridge, my secret weapon to change the prophecy. This world will live, breath, eat, and sleep darkness for eternity!