Chapter 60: I Am the One Who Rings Death's Bell, Part 14

"Oh yeah? Are you going to give me something I can take whenever I want?" Hunger asked, licking her lips like the cheap whore she was. "We're all alone, my sister is a bit busy right now."

"The last time, I didn’t resist because I was afraid the ice would reach me, afraid to die. But this time, I won't make it so easy for you. Because now I know I can survive that." Naturally, the wound on her stomach had healed a long time ago. The only thing that hadn't disappeared without a trace was the blood. "And because you're not pinning me to the ground."

Hunger shrugged.

"So what? I like resistance, at least as a prelude to submission. It only excites me more."

"There won't be any submission. I'm offering you my cooperation. If you help me get out of here, we’ll meet wherever you say, and I’ll give you what you want. We'll do it as many times as it takes for you to have your little antichrist."

"Once is enough. Give me your seed," Hunger placed a hand on her stomach, caressing it, tracing slow circles, "My lands are very fertile."

Sam suppressed the shiver threatening to shake him.

"Whatever. Do we have a deal? I hope you're not as stupid as you look and realize the value of what I’m offering."

Even though he wanted to take those words back, it was too late. But he couldn’t help it. If there was one thing he needed more than anything else, it was control, and that monster had dared to take it away for endless minutes.

Would he pay for that?

For losing control of his emotions again?

——

"Run!"

Christina followed her own advice.

She immediately turned around and ran without looking back. She didn't need to see to know War was coming straight for her, running. She could hear the quick steps, the dust being kicked up, and her heavy breathing, like that of a wild animal.

Her older sister wasn’t here to protect her, to take the consequences in her place, so this time she wouldn't get away with just a shattered knee. If she got caught, she would die instantly.

I'm scared.

She didn’t have some kind of extra regeneration like Sam. She was as human as anyone. Just as fragile.

Afraid to die.

I'm so scared.

Violet planted her feet on the ground, suddenly stopping. She didn’t need to look in that direction to understand what her ears were telling her, but Christina looked anyway, driven by the desperate feeling that it might be the last time she would see her older sister. And then she would be practically alone in the world. No, Sam didn’t count in the middle of this nightmare. She would be alone, hunted.

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But that’s not what happened.

Violet barely had time to form a barrier of earth in front of herself.

She had done it to protect her, that much was clear. To give her a bit more time, just the faint hope of slowing down that monster. War broke through the barrier into a thousand pieces simply by running, and Violet...

"Sister!"

She flew against the wall of a building, crashing through it.

She couldn’t stop.

She couldn’t check if she was okay.

She kept running and slipped into another one of those buildings. A bar, or rather, a tavern.

Through the windows, she saw what she already knew, the only thing she could expect. The puppets swarmed the cavalry they had dragged to their death, and the night air filled with screams and flying blood. The smell reached her easily.

They couldn’t even put up real resistance.

Unlike the ones that had attacked them in that house, these weren’t playing. They had received the order to run and finish their prey from the start.

They couldn’t handle the puppets, much less War.

The tavern doors swung open wide. A cold wind howled and seemed to cut through everything.

"Don’t hide in the dark like a rat. Don’t you want revenge? Don’t you want to break legs, like I did with yours? From the look on your face, I thought you’d be a worthy opponent, but how quickly everything changed, how quickly you ran with your tail between your legs. Disappointing."

Yes, War hadn’t seen her yet.

Before she had entered, Christina had hidden in the most obvious place in the world. Behind the bar. There she was, curled up, trembling. Much to her dismay. She had never felt so much fear. Naturally. Born into a great family, raised in wealth and privilege, this was literally the first time in her life that there was no one to protect her. Just herself.

Whether she lived or died here was entirely her responsibility. For the first time in her life. And that brought her no comfort or sense of liberation.

But she could no longer hide behind her great family, ah, so few of them were left... and it was her responsibility to protect those who remained. As much as she was the younger sister, she had to be strong. The last three pillars. All of them had to be unshakable, or the structure would inevitably collapse.

War kept walking slowly, moving forward.

She didn’t need to look to know it. Damn, like she had said, it was the most obvious place to hide. But it wasn’t a mistake. It was just that she hadn’t had enough time to do anything else, damn it.

"I suppose you're too afraid of dying to face me, so I’ll give you a reason to show me your claws." War suddenly stopped halfway, more or less.

What was she talking about? She already had enough motivation. She had her brother, and she’d do anything to bring him back. Was she referring to Violet?

No.

That wasn’t it.

"You know the names of my sisters, right? Well, one of them is with me. Hunger. And your little sister made her very hungry." War licked her lips disgustingly. "She tried to rape him. I caught her with his dick in her mouth, she was almost there."

Her blood ran cold.

But then, as if replaced by lamp oil, her body burned from head to toe. She gritted her teeth. That bitch, that bitch she didn’t even know, had dared to lay a hand on him? She could tolerate sharing him with Violet if it came to that, but with a complete stranger, with a monster?

She had sucked him off, drooled all over him like a damn dog.

And the worst part, with the intention of getting pregnant. She hadn’t crossed the line. She hadn’t had time. But the intention was all that mattered. Whether it was out of lust, some plan, she didn’t care about the reason, but she had tried to beat her to it!

She was going crazy with rage.

For the first time in her life, she felt she could gut someone with a smile on her face.

Especially because that Hunger wasn’t on the battlefield. She had stayed behind, so now she had a free path to do whatever she wanted.

No, she thought. Not while I'm still breathing. Damn it.

Christina jumped onto the bar and leapt toward the enemy, twin spears of water in her hands and more water shooting out behind her, not just water, but the abundant liquid in this place, alcohol and wine.

She pulled from anything, forced her magic harder than she ever had, all to destroy that bitch as fast as possible.

Christina had completely lost her fear. Now, she didn’t even consider War her enemy, just a mere obstacle.

She saw red.

She couldn’t even breathe properly.

I Am the One Who Rings Death's Bell, Part 14: END