Her Soul to Take

“I’ll rip Heaven and Hell and this goddamn Earth apart before I let them steal you from me.”

“In French, there’s a phrase for the random urge to jump from high places, the irrational desire to swerve into traffic despite imminent destruction: l'appel du vide, the call of the void.”

“Love. What an awful, beautiful, terrifying word.”

“I’d gladly admit I was generally a dick, but Rae made me want to be...nice...to her. Only to her. Everyone else could get fucked.”

“I'd steal her from the hands of God itself if I had to.”

“You’re Hell’s little whore, aren’t you?”

“you live in the dark long enough, you’ll forget what the light feels like.”

“You’re a light in the dark, and I’ve been in the dark a very long time.”

“In French, there’s a phrase for the random urge to jump from high places, the irrational desire to swerve into traffic despite imminent destruction: l'appel du vide, the call of the void. Those sudden feral impulses tend to be shoved away immediately, but humans still experience them. What if you jumped? What if you touched the fire? What if? What if? When I looked at him, staring at me, the void called.”

“Do something?” He shot me a narrow-eyed glare, and said mockingly, “Oh Leon, do something! Save me, please, oh please! What happened to Be gone, demon? What happened to trying to bash my head in with a crucifix?”

“I want you. Irrevocably.”

“I’ve never given anyone permission to summon me. But if you can, bring me back to you.”

“Say mercy if you want our play to end. But beg for me to stop and plead for your life if you want to continue”

“Why would she risk her life to come back for me, or offer her soul when I’d already given all I could to protect her, when I had nothing more to give in return? Love. Because she...loved me.”

“No human is ready for forever, and forever is all I have. But you gave me a part of your life, when mortal lives are so short.”

“His taste was violence, his blood the sweetest sin I’d ever consumed.”

“I figured it was better to just pretend he’d never existed — as if my pussy would ever let me forget him, the traitorous ho.”

“Don’t you fucking doubt that I’ll have your soul. I’m not letting you get away. I’m not letting anything” — he grasped me so hard, so tight, that I could hardly breathe, his heat rushing over me in waves — “anything take you from me. I’ll rip Heaven and Hell and this goddamn Earth apart before I let them steal you from me.”

“I want you. Irrevocably. But I can’t settle for less than all of you. Body and soul, Raelynn.”

“He tweaked his eyebrow up, glancing back at me, a smirk on his mouth. “For you, baby girl, I can kill anything.”

“I really fucking want your soul, Raelynn. I want it so goddamn badly it makes me sick. I want to own you, from now until eternity.”

“Your mouth is perfect. Your body is perfect. Your mind, that damned curious mind, is perfect.” His hold on me wasn’t gentle, but the kiss he laid on my forehead was. “You’re mine, even if you don’t believe it. And I treasure what’s mine. Now, open your fucking mouth.”

“Not a goddamn thing is taking you from me, baby girl. No man, and no God. I’ll kill them all.”

“The ache of looking at her was almost too much, the sweetest pain in my chest as I brushed her hair back from her face before turning to leave her. Love. What an odd thing.”

“There was something thrilling and cathartic in imagining being helpless. Helpless but pleasured. Helpless but desired.”

“Demons don’t play nice, doll,” I said. “We play tricks.”

“You should know that I love you, for whatever that’s worth. Stay alive. Don’t waste that mortal life.”

“In French, there’s a phrase for the random urge to jump from high places, the irrational desire to swerve into traffic despite imminent destruction: l'appel du vide, the call of the void. Those sudden feral impulses tend to be shoved away immediately, but humans still experience them. What if you jumped? What if you touched the fire? What if? What if? When I looked at him, staring at me, the void called. What if?”

“I wanted him to consume me, to take and use all of me, and to consume him in return.”

“There was a spark of hellfire in her. Bratty. Brave. Oh, I liked that.”