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Erica glared at me and reached out for thin piece of paper, but I closed my eyes. I heard her screech, prompting me to see what I'd just done; the contract was engulfed in flames.
"No...no, no, no! What are you doing James? You stupid, piece of shit! I'm calling White Eyes right now, and I'll make sure he hangs your ass naked for the world to see!" Erica snapped, pulling out her phone.
"Go ahead. It won't be long now," I declared.
"Long for-" Erica snapped but choked, her eyes growing wide as she placed her hand on her chest.
She began to cough, falling to her knees and started coughing more and more until blood poured out of her mouth and onto Storm's grave.
"What...what?! WHAT DID YOU DO?!" She glared up at me and I shook my head.
"You mean what did Crimson do?" I whispered, crouching down to be at her level.
She looked at me in confusion, and I grinned in satisfaction, proud of the woman I loved.
"Kitsune's bites have two different effects. One will make their lover orgasm with just the right stimuli, while the other injects a slow poison that runs throughout the body. It's just as deadly as that cherry blossom skill of Crimson’s, not leaving a trace of what kills its victim. No one will know who killed you, Erica. Guess you could say, Karma's a bitch." I winked at her wide expression as I rose back up.
She began to laugh, looking like she didn't care about the fact she was dying.
"Fine. You think your broken bitch has won? It's fine! I'll be with Storm. She loves me, not like you who will stay as a puppet for the rest of your life while the woman you love remains a broken mess. Even those men can't fix her. You stole what was precious from me, James. So I broke your little doll. She'll be nothing but a weak mess, until one day, she'll kill herself, just like all my other victims," Erica declared and continued laughing.
I took a deep breath, needing to be completely calm to do the spell I wanted to achieve. In a swift movement, my sword was in her chest, stabbing her right in the center.
Her eyes were wide as she choked, more blood pouring from her mouth.
"What did you-" she began, but I cut her off.
"Dark power grant me the strength to do what reapers do. As a Dark Angel, descendant of death himself, I bind this soul to the ground below. No being, human or shifter, can give her peace. Only the one who judges us all shall grant her salvation, but only when she can confess the deeds she's done and the regret she harbors. She will never be able to move on until such requirements are met. I decree thy power at this hour of the night with the full moon as my witness," I proclaimed.
Her eyes grew wide as the spell completed itself, a red magic circle sealing the deal on her chest and the same circle formed beneath her on the soil just at the edge of Storm's grave.
Before she could speak, I pulled the sword out and called for a wave of water to clean off her blood that dripped from the silver metal.
I grinned in satisfaction and chuckled.
"Would you look at that? Guess I can do certain things without my master’s permission and he'll never know exactly what I am because you'll never be able to tell. That's your punishment for what you did to Crimson," I sneered, leaning to whisper in her ear.
"You thought you won but look who's walking away." I hummed.
I turned around before she could react, starting my journey down the hill.
"No! NO!!! JAMES, YOU FUCKING BASTAR-” She cut off when a cough wracked her body. “FUCK YOU!" she screamed, calling my name over and over with a bunch of coughs and curses following. I knew the stab wound to her chest would heal before she died, leaving no evidence of my involvement, but it brought me great satisfaction to know she'd never get her happy ending.
She thought she could escape the deeds she had done and enjoy paradise with Storm? Hah. How priceless.
I slid my sword back into its cover and quickly fumbled for my own phone.
I need them to know where Crimson is.
My fingers tapped quickly against the screen, tracing the last phone call I had.
I bit my lip hard when I hacked into Erica’s phone, noticing the last text she sent.
Erica:
I won't be back tonight. I have a play toy in my possession. Make sure her dogs are running around clueless. I'll be back in an hour. Don't wait up.
Fucking cunt.I took a deep breath, closing the app when I got the exact coordinates and texted someone I thought I would never dare talk to.
