Chapter 2
Kyle smiled to himself. He stood right in front of the small pub where his latest prey was doing whatever he made her do. He frowned. He had to be careful. He needed quite a few more innocent souls before he could crash the Daimon Gate opening in Australia. There was no room for error.
The attempt tonight had been a success, which pleased him a great deal. An eighteen-year-old girl in a dark alley. A weak-willed soul—and to his delight—a virtuous one.
Kyle chuckled and focused his gaze through the pub’s small window to enjoy his victory. Nobody could see him unless he allowed them to. He was invisible to the naked eye. Yet the damage he did to the humans was quite visible.
He could stand right inside the pub, and all would be oblivious to his existence. He would probably enjoy the smoky ambiance where the humans congregated and tried to give one another lung cancer. The stench of fresh blood was pleasant to him. And he would certainly like the sound of metal and glass cutting into flesh. His senses had become a lot more acute these days.
But no. He didn’t want to mix with humans. He was once a Eudaizian, a citizen of a beautiful universe in which he was born—and which he still longed for. He would forever be a Eudaizian in his heart, even though they had exiled him and stripped him of all his rights.
Well, he would take all of those rights back.
Soon.
Chaos in the pub. Screams. Cries. Crashes. Blood splattered onto the windows. People shoved at the heavy oak door and stormed outside.
The young girl grabbed a knife, possibly a steak knife, and slaughtered everyone in her way. She was especially interested in those that holding balloons and banners for the surprise birthday party.
He had heard that thought screaming in the girl’s head when he had raped her soul. After thirty-three years living on this hell hole called Earth, he had learned what birthdays meant to humans. He still couldn’t understand why they celebrated their earthly existence when the soul meant so much more than the body.
Kyle shook his head. Anyway, who cared?
He didn’t care how many people the girl was killing in the pub. Those casualties didn’t count on his score card. The innocent soul of the girl counted, though. She counted as one.
Kyle sighed. He needed more than that. So he needed the girl to hurry up, kill someone, and then kill herself. That was the final tick in the box to ensure that tonight was a success.
Police sirens echoed in the distance. He should help the girl before people talked her out of the final step, the last step in being his score.
Kyle closed his eyes. When he opened them, the girl appeared on the roof of the building. She looked down as if scared. Tears streamed down her face. Her hair flew and tangled in the winter wind. She held onto the chimney.
“Come on, darling. Jump. I’ll catch your soul,” Kyle mumbled to himself.
The girl started to cry, and her legs began to wobble. She hung on tightly and leaned on the chimney so that her knees wouldn’t buckle.
“It’s all right. It won’t be bad at all. Come on, sweetheart. I’ll take you to heaven. Come to me,” Kyle whispered.
The girl cried out loud. Kyle knew too well that she was at the extreme of her conflicting emotions. He couldn’t let her give in to her survival instinct or his attempt would be ruined. He couldn’t let the girl do the opposite of what he wanted her to do.
Kyle Wolf had never been defeated in that way.
He closed his eyes and chanted an ancient spell. This was his last resource. He’d never had to rely on magic before. Ever. Magic was what ruined his Master. But he had no choice now. He cast the spell.
And in no time, the girl’s body landed in front of the cameraman of the news crew who had just arrived on the scene.
Kyle smiled. Success. He turned around to hunt for a few more souls.