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A putrid stench filled my nose as I stared into his face, shocked to realize he was dying. Cancer. It ate away at his body like hatred had gnawed on his soul.
I felt cheated. Robbed. I would never be able to take from him what he stole from me. My father had been in the prime of life and in perfect health. I was a healthy, boisterous, energy-filled boy of ten.
Russo had only months before he would succumb to the cancer gobbling up his body and consuming it. It wasn’t fucking right.
Fury rolled up my back and across my shoulders, unleashing a fiery wave of retribution that burst into flame. The wall of fire jumped from my hands and onto Salvador Russo’s body. His cry of horror bounced off the walls at the same time my mouth opened, and a roar shook the racks lining the perimeter of the cellar. Glass bottles exploded around the room, and wine burst free and splashed across the floor.
Alaric Huber and his sons froze in shock.
I would deal with them next.
Russo shook as his body slowly burned. His skin blackened as I stared into his eyes. Pain. Horror. And finally, recognition.
“You took my father from me,” I hissed.
“Please,” he begged. “I’m sorry.”
“You ordered a man to steal my innocence.”
“I was a fool!”
“You can never take it back,” I spat.
“I’m sorry!”
“You will burn,” I continued, not caring what he said. “I’ll send you to hell where you’ll relive this torment every day and never be granted a reprieve. Your soul will be consumed and devoured. And when you can’t stand it any longer, it’ll start all over again.”
His blubbering and begging filled me with disgust. He didn’t care when he ordered Bruno to touch me. He didn’t give a shit when my father pleaded for them to release me.
I wouldn’t give a fuck now for Salvador Russo.
“Now, Rael.”
The three Reapers rushed forward as their bodies changed, morphing into the dark creature that dispensed macabre justice. Scythes appeared in their bony hands as black robes billowed around their bodies. In unison, the three rose off the ground and swiped, slicing into the souls of Russo and Bruno.
The knife pointed at Bruno’s face dipped down to slice off his dick as the reapers laughed. Never in my life had I heard such demonic glee or twisted excitement.
Two souls rose from their bodies. Inky. Oily. Dripping with sludge. They smelled foul.
I watched as the scythes cut through those evil souls and realized that true evil was birthed from the despicable, depraved acts one soul committed to another. The sharp blades of the scythes sliced until only onyx ribbons of Russo and Bruno remained.
Beneath my feet, the earth quaked. The ground began to move, almost rolling as if it was alive and breathed, finally popping open in several places as a fissure opened. Steam hissed through the cracks as the heat intensified.
A strange noise rumbled below the earth before a burst of wind traveled through the room. My body shook, but I didn’t move. Only the remnants of those two dark souls swirled within and twisted in a funnel, finally dropping into the crater on the floor. Russo and Bruno were sucked into that dark void before it closed, popping back into place as if it never existed.
Rael, Bodie, and Jigsaw returned to their usual appearance. Three bikers. Three mortal men. No longer wielding scythes or reaping souls. They seemed normal.
Well, other than Rael and his skull makeup.
I’d heard it said that no one should ever make a deal with the devil. I did. And I didn’t regret it.
Fortune favored me tonight, and only Lucifer’s gifts ensured I was ready to face and overcome my past.
Fire consumed the room, but I wasn’t afraid I would burn. Just the opposite. The flames that once scarred me and caused such pain now brought peace and closure.
I no longer felt bogged down by the horror of my face and skin or the scars that hid inside, festering over wounds I never believed could heal. But they did.
Tonight, I was set free.
