Chapter 6 The Demon Of Death

• Eilo’s P.O.V
• “Run!” The word came out as a harsh groan, the man scrambling from the floor wet with nothing but blood. The house was dark and empty, bodies littering the once white tiles. Blood was all that coated me, dripping from the very seam of my shirt which had once been white yet as of then, bleeding itself.
• I shook the chain in my hand, the man running to slip and fall but he scrambled back up. I stalked after, my chest pounding hard with my head not any different. I could not even breathe, the anger having me think I would pass out. I angled it from side to side, wanting to roar out loud.
• The men who had hurt my belle, my flower, my Lethu were killed way too quickly. There was no regret than how easy I let them off but my only goal had been my angel, she was all that had mattered at that point. Now that she was secure, I would do anything to raise the dead so I could bring those vile men back and show them what I do to disgusting rats who cross me.
• The cries from the pathetic man came, his head dashing back with my hooded eyes staring back at him. My head lowered with the sound of the chain slithering through the tiles driving me crazier.
• The rat dragged his broken left foot which did not get him far. A groan pulled from me, the chain let out as I threw it in the air. It coaled around the man’s neck with such grace only for me to drag back with such force as the cockroach fell back with a thud, his hands on the chain trying to pull it off.
• I dragged the chain with him back to me, and my arm did not waste time going around his neck, his back pressed to my body. His pleas died before he could even spill them out, his blood, his tears all falling on me. Lethu’s face came to mind and nothing would make me feel better. Nothing would take away the picture of her bruised face. Nothing would take away the fact that they hurt her, that they dared to touch her, beat her, humiliated her, scared her, and traumatized her.
• She was scared of her own shadow because of them, there was no mercy for that.
• Death would be too easy, not getting enough, wanting to do more damage.
• “ Another!” I shot, my men releasing the man’s little brother. I told my belle I would rid of the scum that had anything to do with her kidnapping and I would not fail her again. I would always keep my word to her. I would rid of them all and their entire bloodlines. I ripped the brother apart, hitting him over and over again. They were not even fighting back at that point. All had watched me take one life after another. Fighting only made it worse. Fighting told me they thought they did not deserve the punishment for the crime, that my love should suffer with no one paying the price.
• For my love, I would burn the whole world down. I snapped the brother’s neck to scream for another until the man’s whole family lay right before his shaking body. They could come for me, they could come for my brother but the second they came for my Lethu, they crossed the line. Who did they think they were, to go after the one person I would burn the whole world for? I shook my head, chuckling. I dragged the man with the chain still coiled around his neck then began tightening and squeezing hard as he kicked and fought yet he was not going to win the war.
• Those who were still waiting in line with their families could only cry out. Fifteen men were left with all members of their families gathered and scattered on all corners of the room.
• The Toreg Cartel would die with them. It would start a war, but for amore mio, I would start this war. No threat of war would stop me from getting my revenge. I dared them to all come for me. I was hungry for blood, blood of any who would stand against my brother and I. When father died, the cartel was a joke to what my brother and I turned it into. Salvatore welded it from nothing into one of the largest and most brutal cartels in the whole country. He was a genius, a fucking bull in the office yet when it came to the dark side of business, that was my fort. I was the killer in the organization. I was the grim reaper. He sent me a list and I never disappointed in each assignment given. He was the brain and I was the body. I kept the underground business in a tight leash, dealt with the stock, managed the clubs and warehouses, along with the working men. My skin and whole being was covered in blood; blood of innocents, blood of the wicked, blood of our enemies and I loved it. As long as I could keep my brother’s soul from being as dark as mine, I would continue doing what I had to.
• My head shook, having tapped out of reality. It happened more than anyone would think. I would stir back to consciousness finding a massacre. More blood dripped from me, so warm like hot water on a cold day. The bodies dropped one after another. The screams turned to a song that I could dance to. I burned through them so gruesomely, even thinking about it would leave my mind in a state of comatose. It was like art, the walls turned crimson, a map of the cruelty that had happened, cruelty that would never be enough, that would never show how angry I was. No matter how many I killed, it made me even angrier because it could not undo what they did to my love, it would never undo the fact that she was scared in her room because of them.
• My roar tore through, leaving even my men pale as they stood holding the little men that were left, nothing waiting for them than death. The potential victims shook, prayers said yet no God would rescue them from my wrath.
• I could not even think, my body just moving on it’s own, hitting over and over until such airy silence bounced off the walls. It was silence that warmed my soul, silence after a large massacre. In my head I could already see all the souls wafting down to hell. Even my men seemed to have stopped breathing, all just staring in anticipation of what was to happen next. My chest moved up and down, my eyes closed as I just stood in the center of all the piled bodies.
• If not for my love, I would have passed on to my men who had failed to protect her. They would live another day yet their lives on the very sharp edge of the knife.
• My eyes flickered open, moving to pick the phone that sat on the kitchen counter splattered with blood. The screen lit up as I stared at it, hearing Lethu’s peaceful breathing and sighs now and again. She was near the phone speaker, just breathing into it and it made me smile.
• Getting the phone call from my men messed me up. I still could not process that I could have lost her. I was not okay. I would never be okay, not with everything that happened to Lethu, not with what I put her through. My head shook, striding out of what once was the Toreg Cartel’s club house.
• “ Light it up.” I shot out, walking into the darkness to slip into the car. The doors were closed, the car turning around and driving off. We had not even reached the gate when the house burst out in flames, consuming everything with it. In twenty-four hours the cartel turned into a stain I just wiped from existence.
• I stopped at my house first, taking off my clothes to take a shower. I made sure to scrub until my skin nearly bled, taking off all my sins and watching them drain away. Nothing was right, feeling this dread cling onto me no matter what I did. I was barely functioning. I had one destination in mind which I was moving towards. My anti-viral shot was taken, feeling it drain my head of any life. I could barely even keep my eyes open. Everything was heavy, my head pounding as if to escape me. I pulled on a pair of sweatpants, a t-shirt, and hoodie. My feet slid into slides. I took my keys and phone then made my way to my car. I could barely even see the road, the time blinking five. The silence was deafening as the car ran through the road as if to fly off. My hands clenched hard on the steering wheel, my skin pale and cold. My eyes ran to the phone, seeing the call still connected and I nodded my head. I took a turn, driving into the street I had so many times then into Lethu’s drive way.
• The engine was killed, picking up my phone and keys to step out. My body ached from all the work I had been doing, my fists bruised with so much skin torn. My hand flagged at my men, dismissing them. When I was there, I needed no one else. I could protect Lethu myself. Nothing but death would have to fall on me before anything ever happened to her again.
• I unlocked the door and closed to lock it before I made my way upstairs. The phone began scrambling so I cut the call just as I opened her bedroom door. The darkness claimed the room, barely even seeing her bulging figure on the bed. My eyes were also failing me, sore and watery. Everything I held was placed on the pedestal before I pulled off all I was wearing from my body, leaving my boxer briefs. The blankets were opened, she folded like a cannon ball. Her hair was all over the pillow, phone right under her mouth. I shook my head, placing her phone next to mine. I slipped on the bed, shifting as near as I could until I lay just next to her. My eyes closed, the smell of her healing every part of me. I could finally breathe, all the pain washing away from my body. Her body shifted, she touching mine. Not a second later, her body shifted again at the realization of my presence. My eyes snapped open, just watching as her arm came around my waist. She shifted again, pulling herself up to my chest to snuggle in.
• Each day I questioned if I even still had a heart then she would do such things that would set off my dark heart. No woman should have such control over a man. No woman should have such control over me. She had no idea what she meant to me? She had no idea what I would do for her?
• I finally pulled her up so she would be more comfortable, her body just arching against mine like perfection. How could she not be mine when everything of hers fit me so good? How could I let go when she fit as if made for me? Everything of hers set me off, her smile, her eyes, and her laugh. My fingers ran through her skin, mapping all the marks that were blue-black.
• She was too pure, too good and innocent. I tainted her already and I loved her too much to drag her in more than she was already involved. I had held her too many times, dreamt of the day I would tell her she belonged to me but I had never actually thought it would happen yet there we were. She knew me, she knew what I had been doing through the six years. Could I really be that selfish and bring her to my dark world?
• I shook my head.
• There was no way I was going to taint her with my dark soul.