Chapter 54: I Am the One Who Rings Death's Bell, Part 8

Silence fell after War's question, but Sam did not let it continue for long. Or rather, he exploded.

"Get that fucking bitch of your sister off of me already! She wants to rape me, dammit!" he yelled on the verge of hysteria.

No, who was he kidding? He was hysterical.

War jumped down the wooden stairs in one leap, and well, that's precisely what she did. She kicked her own sister against the wall. Wow, that was really ugly. Sam didn't laugh out loud, however. He didn't have the energy for that.

"What the fuck do you think you're doing?" War repeated, drawing out each word. He had never seen her so angry. Well, of course he hadn't, since he'd only known her for a few hours.

To regain control of himself, he had to open up Hunger like a goddamn pig and watch as his dirty innards spilled out.

Nothing less would be enough to satisfy him.

"What the fuck were you doing?" Sam interrupted because he already knew the answer to that question. "Letting this bitch slip in, and because of you, I almost..."

A kick.

Of course, War crushed his head against the ground with her boots. Under no circumstances would he have paid for that, quite the opposite, although there were men deranged enough to enjoy such a thing.

He shouldn't be thinking about that kind of thing right now, but his head was a mess. Whatever came out would come out.

"And I don't need it, do your job better." She pressed his face harder against the floor. I'll make you pay for this, bitch. I'll make you pay dearly. I'll rape you until you beg me to stop. I'll rape you until you like it. When I get out of this, but I'll just kill the bitch of your sister. And for your fucking information, Hunger wanted to get pregnant.

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War froze.

Mechanically, very, very slowly, she turned her head to fix those dagger-like eyes on her sister. Older or younger, it was clear that she felt intimidated. Hunger curled in on herself, as if bracing for a punch.

It was just for an instant, but it was enough to reveal her weakness.

Regardless of which sister was the eldest, it made sense that War would be the best in a fight. Or maybe he was seeing things wrong and it was just a more or less normal fight between sisters, nothing more and nothing less. Maybe Hunger could win, but sisters would never fight to the death.

It was strange to think they had a family dynamic, much as they called themselves sisters, but it could be true. Why not?

"Is that true?" War asked. It was like an echo of his thoughts.

In any case, he had no choice but to watch what happened as a helpless spectator.

At least War had had the decency to trample his face in such a way that he could still see everything. Not to pull up his pants, however, but that would have been a bloody miracle.

The silence must have been enough of an answer for her, as War didn't wait any longer.

"It's the boss's body. As soon as he found out about that, he would have disintegrated you."

And he would find out as soon as he took control, sharing his memories.

Oh, is she worried about her little sister? What a cute pair of bitches.

Hunger wiped her mouth, cleaning the trail of blood.

"So what? I still would have gotten what I wanted."

"We'd also pay for your actions, but it's clear that doesn't matter to you."

Hunger laughed.

"Don't take it so seriously. I doubt he'd mind having... another little Antichrist." Hunger licked her lips, tracing soft circles over her belly, as if she had already come inside her. Though barely, War had saved her from that. And he supposed he was grateful.

War grimaced.

"Get out of my sight. Now."

For a moment he thought he would witness a fight between the Horsemen of the Apocalypse, but in the end Hunger lowered her head and slunk away with her tail between her legs. More importantly, Sam kept his tail where it belonged.

"You're not going to leave me here again, are you?"

War looked back at him.

"At least increase the security, she'll try again as soon as you let your guard down."

War sighed.

"You're right." Then she pulled up his pants, as if he didn't need any more humiliation (on the other hand, he understood he was complaining about everything), and then hoisted him up on her shoulder again. "I'm going to change your location. But if you know what's good for you, you won't resist."

I Am the One Who Rings Death's Bell, Part 8: END