Eternity of Horror

17. Osiris

Chapter 17

Osiris

I have caused immeasurable pain to countless people over my lifetime, and I have watched them suffer, beg, cry, plead, and eventually die. Those guilty of evil to the innocent of any wrongdoing are all on the same playing field when it comes to my brutality. My blade doesn't play favorites. I will bathe in their blood, toxic or pure, it makes no difference to me. All that matters is watching the light snuff out of their eyes when I extinguish their existence. That's the climax I chase, the release, the high. I thought I had hit the ceiling as far as how good that could feel... until this very moment.

I can physically see the moment Lilith registers the betrayal, and I swear I can literally hear her heart break. She genuinely, to her core, believed that I loved her. That I was going to take her away from here so that she could be herself, with me, forever. Her pain radiates through her body as I watch her world come to an end. Not just her life, because the fact that her throat is slit open and she's expelling pints of her warm, sticky blood all over me is irrelevant. She surrounds herself with death every day, so I knew when it was her time there would be no fighting. There would be no begging. And my girl held true to that. What she gave me, however, was so much fucking sweeter.

The silence that surrounds us in between the squelching thrusts of my cock into her reminds me of domestic violence. The silence that I imagine a child would feel watching their father beat their mother into unconsciousness. The kind of silence that feels like it weighs a million pounds and it's all resting right on your chest. The silence is her utter devastation that's crashing down on me like a tsunami. That's when I breed her.

When she rests her head on my chest after I'm satisfied that I've pumped more cum in her than I have ever expelled in a single session, I smile. Placing my right hand on the side of her head facing up, I squeeze her into me so she can hear my heart slowing down before hers stops. Hoping she can understand that I felt absolutely nothing for her just before she slips away. That everything, from the moment I saw her, was just part of the plan. It's what I do. Every year a new town, a new haunt, and a new fucktoy. It's true that I have never met anyone like Lilith, and maybe in another life, we could have been great. Maybe that's the life I just sent her to. Wouldn’t that be a hoot?

I roll her corpse off me onto the couch and pick my pants up, stuffing my cock back in before picking the knife back up and licking her sweet rubies off the blade. I kneel down beside her, spitting on her chest and using the bottom of my shirt to clean off the dirt and blood covering her beautiful skin.

Gently, and with a grace I honestly learned from watching her, I dip the tip of the blade into the skin above her breast and glide it around until my incision forms the shape of a heart. Turning the blade and angling it down, I carefully cut under and sever the connective tissue until my trophy comes free. I hold up the chunk of skin, still warm, still her. My Lilith.

"I know how bad you wanted to know what was in this box, my Little Corpse Queen," I whisper to her body that's already attracting flies as I grab the box off the table next to the couch. I open it, looking at the skin, teeth, hair, and bones that I've collected from my playthings over the years. Physical reminders of the rot inside my heartless chest. "Right on top," I breathe out as I gently lay the heart-shaped extraction of Lilith's body over everything else in the box. Her death is my masterpiece.

"Together forever," I say.

The End.