at having to answer multiple questions. He wanted nothing more than to walk into her room, pick her up, and soothe her pain, but he couldnât. She wasnât his world. Well, she wasnât, until he saw her best friend turn into a Light Gargoyle, and he was currently occupied.
Quick like a cobra, he reached out in front of him. His prey hissed in his arms as the Reaperâs wings exploded in the night air, encompassing the demon. The energy within the neighborhood sizzled and snapped, connecting with him as he channeled it. Khamun woke up the Light powers, and a white wall of energy lit every street, house, and car as holy land was reclaimed.
Grunting, the Reaperâs arms bulged with the strain, twisting and turning. The little S.O.B. didnât know what hit it. Khamun was the Reaper, and the thing was his prey.
Khamun absorbed his victimâs screams as it tried to leak acid from its teeth and tried to ineffectively gash at him.
Suppressing a laugh, the Reaper heard a crack. The Dark Gargoyle went limp in his arms as he absorbed the entityâs essence, and the Light barrier fried the rest of the monsterâs dead husk, saturating the air with the metallic scent of Cursed demon flesh. Flames then ash decorated the skies as the Light finished off the Dark Gargoyleâs approaching Master.
The sound of a still screaming Cursed Hunter stuck in the light barrier triggered the Reaper to pull out his blade and approach the hissing and suffering entity. With a quick flick of his wrist, he made the warrior think he was about to slice him in half as he whistled in amusement, holstering his blade.
âYour kind fucked up by coming into my territory.â The Reaper smiled even more while circling the writhing Hunter, toying with his prey. âTell me what you were looking for, and Iâll send you to your master right now. Or Iâll watch you burn from the inside out some more. Your pick of the cards, cousin.â
The trapped and screaming Hunter twisted as he tried to get loose. Sudden fear for the first time in his long-lived life filled him as he gazed up. He couldnât understand any of this. He wasnât supposed to fear this Angel. He was ready to die for his Cursed family. But as he stared into the glowing amber eyes of the Guardian in front of him, fear ran down his stuck legs as he felt the Light eat him from the inside out. Last-minute thoughts flickered in his mind as if he was on death roll, and all he could think was, torture and pain was his kindâs birthright. But who knew the Light could throw it back in righteous balance? Maybe heâd chosen wrong.
With a tilt of his head to the side, the Reaper looked deeply into the Hunterâs terrified gaze, and he lowered his voice. âMaybe, you did.â Then, quick as a blade, he ripped through the Hunterâs chest. He tore out his preyâs still beating heart, wrapping his fingers around his spine and pulling both free at the same time.
Fear was frozen on the Hunterâs face, and he sputtered, the life in him fading. âWhat are you?â faded in the air as the Hunterâs body dissolved in the Light.
Dropping the dissolving remains, the Reaper walked away, brushing his shoulders off. With a shrug, he casually said, âI donât know,â and looked into the house, searching for his guide.
Listening and connecting instantly with her stressed mind, he saw her standing in the shower. Swirls of hot water glowing from the prayer protection spell that was released slid down her soft breasts, curved hips, and ample rear. He had to stop himself from phasing into the shower to kiss and slide her hardened nipples into his ready mouth.
Inwardly pissed at the rules that kept Guardians like himself from interacting with Guides one on one unless they were in danger, he couldnât do what he really wanted to, which was to sink deep into her hot, sweet, wet tightness.
Stepping back at the sound of