MEET JUDE: IN HELL
Red. Red. Red. Blood pounds through my veins, pushing me over the edge. That fucker had put his mouth on her skin, her lips. When I find him, I will crush him into nothing with my bare hands. He marked her. No matter. She will never be his. Never. I will cast my soul into oblivion and him with me before I let that happen.
Her lips were swollen from more than one kiss. She thought he was me. How much had she given to him before the asshole revealed himself? Her mouth, parted, wanting. Oh, Genevieve. The danger you’re in. Hell and damnation! The darkness clouds everything, every thought in my head. I can’t contain the rage.
I sift to his gates and roar my arrival, the black castle looming in the gray haze. Pointed turrets stab upward into the constant night of this place. Gleaming yellow eyes peer down from the watchmen on the battlements.
“Where is he!”
Cassius dangles gaunt, skeletal limbs from his perch, twenty yards up the precipice of black rock beside the iron spires of the gate pointing into the gloom.
“Now, now, Master of Demons. He is not at home at the moment. And you know you are not allowed here. So take your little temper-tantrum and just be on your way.”
My black glare makes Cassius draw up his bony feet in case my wrath turns on him. The spindly red spiders that keep him company crawl somewhere into his ribcage and an opening at his throat, hiding from the likes of me. Good.
“I want that fuck in front of me. Now.”
“We all want lots of things, Demon Hunter. I would like to be free of my perch. I’ve paid the price for my sins long enough,” he says, eyes glowing white, “but I can’t have what I want. Just as you will not have what you want.”
I laugh, feeling the rage slip just a little.
“I will have what I want. Soon enough. Here’s a gift for your Lord and Master, Cassius.”
I grab two bars of the gate, ignoring the searing pain of its touch, wrenching the entire left side from its hinges. I bend each spire inward upon itself, releasing my fury through the stabbing pain, until I finally hold a mangled ball of black iron.
“You’d better stop, Demon Hunter!”
Cassius stands now on the edge of his precipice, pointing and shaking a bony, gray finger. I stare at the pathetic creature, grinning.
“Tell Goldilocks to stop hiding and come out to play.”
I launch the ball of unnatural metal. It arcs and smashes into the wooden Gothic door, splintering the black facing, leaving a gash a foot wide and deep. Cassius shrieks. I give him a withering glare, then sift through time and space until the smothering blackness cracks and diminishes from burning inside my gut. I could not go back to Genevieve with death on my mind, fury in my heart, and desire pumping a furious beat through my body.