''Love Is a Fools game and Felix refuses to play ''
Felix's POV
I stood there, sweat drenched and stripped down to my pants. The rain outside created a soothing background hum, a nice contrast to the heat still radiating from my skin after that intense workout.
I stomped into the kitchen, the air thick with the stench of stale tobacco and crumbling plaster. My inner demon, Damien, was at it again.
"Shut up," I growled, not bothering to keep my voice down.
Damien's response was a low, steady hum, like a fly buzzing around my ear. "You can't expect me to keep quiet after that stunt you pulled, Felix."
I yanked open the fridge, the hinges creaking in protest. The cold air enveloped me, a welcome respite from the sweltering tension in my head. I grabbed a bottle of water and drank slowly, the liquid trickling down my throat like a soothing balm.
Damien was the loudest of the voices in my head, the one that never tired of whispering cruel truths and twisted desires. He was just one of many demons that haunted me, but he was the most relentless.
Damien continued to whisper in my ear, his voice a constant reminder of my own stupidity. "You think you're so smart, don't you, Felix? But you just fell into her trap, hook, line, and sinker."
I slammed the bottle down on the counter, the glass rattling in protest. My fist clenched, the muscles in my arm coiling like a snake ready to strike. Damien's laughter echoed in my mind, a cold, mirthless sound.
"Shut up, Damien," I repeated, my voice low and deadly.
But Damien just chuckled, the sound sending a shiver through my veins. "This human needs to learn who's boss," he whispered, his voice dripping with malice.
I stalked over to the dining table, my boots thudding against the floor. The clock on the wall read 2 AM, the numbers glowing like embers in the dark. I dropped into the chair, the wood creaking beneath my weight.
Damien's voice continued to whisper in my ear, a constant stream of insults and jibes. But I tuned him out, my mind focused on the task at hand. Faith. That infuriating, maddening, captivating human.
Damien's laughter echoed in my mind once more, but this time, I just smiled.
Bring it .
Damien's relentless chatter gnawed at my composure, eroding the smirk from my face. His constant barrage of toxic encouragement was exhausting. I clenched my jaw, my mind screaming for a reprieve from his venomous whispers.
I clenched my jaw, my fists curling into tight balls. "Learn to keep your mouth shut, Damien," I snarled, my anger simmering just below the surface. "For once, just fucking shut up."
Damien finally shut up, and I felt a rush of relief. One more word, and I would've done something stupid just to shut him up. And he knew it.
My mind drifted back to Treasure, and a smirk spread across my face. Now that she knew about the contract, she'd start learning who's boss.
I'd made sure she forgot the first one , that was between my demons and her, and I didn't want her getting in the way.
This new contract was between us, and I was eager to see her squirm.
Just then, my phone buzzed, shattering the silence. I glanced at the screen, my eyes narrowing. Dove. How did she even get my number? And wasn't she supposed to be dead?
My eyes narrowed at the familiar number flashing on my screen. Dove. It had to be. That same string of digits had plagued me for years, a constant reminder of the past. My gut twisted into a knot as memories came flooding back.
I opened the message, my gut twisting with annoyance. "I missed you," she wrote.
I typed out a response, my fingers flying across the keyboard. "Sleep again, and this time, don't wake up. Got it?"
I didn't bother sugarcoating it. Dove was a relic of my past, a reminder of the betrayal that still burned within me. Forgiveness wasn't an option, not after what she'd done.
I tossed my phone aside, my mind refocusing on Treasure. She was the only one who mattered now. Dove, my demons, none of them could distract me from my goal.
Treasure was mine, and I'd make sure she knew it.
"Anyone who gets in my way will pay the price," I muttered, my mind already spinning with strategies. "It's all about manipulation, after all."
Damien's chuckle echoed in my mind, a low, menacing sound. "Oh, this is going to be fun," he whispered.
But my other inner voice cut in, a hesitant warning. "Don't..." it whispered.
I clenched my jaw, frustration simmering. I didn't even know all their names, and already they were driving me crazy. "Shut up, all of you," I growled, my inner demons falling silent in response.
I drew in a deep breath, my gaze drifting to the maid who'd just slipped into the room.
My annoyance still simmered, but her presence sparked something else , a dark primal urge.
What was she doing , dressed like that? The maid's tight black dress showed off her curves, and I could tell she knew exactly what she was doing.
"Guess someone wants to play," I said, raising an eyebrow.
My inner demon piped up, as usual. "Been a while since we've had some action."
I shook my head, rolling my eyes. Can't get rid of that voice in my head.
With a swift motion, I reached out and pulled her onto my lap. She let out a startled gasp, her cheeks flushing a deep crimson.
She let her black hair cascade down her back, the vibrant red lipstick a stark contrast to her pale skin.
Not my usual type, but there was something about her that caught my attention.
Maybe it was the way she carried herself, a confident air that bordered on arrogance.
Or maybe it was the hint of mischief in her eyes, a spark that suggested she was trouble. Whatever it was, I was intrigued.
I buried my face in the curve of her neck, my lips tracing the delicate line of her skin. She trembled, her body swaying gently on top of mine.
I raised my head, our eyes locking in a charged, heavy moment. Then, I grasped her chin, my fingers digging into her skin with a controlled brutality. Her eyes widened, but she didn't pull away.
With a swift, savage motion, I claimed her soul. The rush of power was intoxicating, a heady, erotic thrill that left me breathless. I released her chin, my fingers tracing the curve of her jaw..
Someone had sent her, I was certain. The audacity was admirable, really. This girl knew she was walking into a death trap , I wasn't exactly known for my mercy.
Yet, she'd taken the risk, and a twisted part of me respected that.
"Such beauty," I whispered, my voice low and husky with desire.
I let the body drop, and as it hit the floor, a small piece of paper slipped from her hand. I picked it up, my eyes scanning the messy handwriting. A sneer spread across my face as I read the words.
"I'm back, baby. You'd better get rid of that slut. I'm the only one who belongs to you. Remember, Felix.''
A low, menacing chuckle rumbled in my throat. "Still as stupid as ever, I see."
What a joke.
She thinks I'm blind, that I wouldn't catch the maid snooping around, reporting back to her. But I see everything. I know the maid's face, and I know her purpose. And now, she's linked to the dead girl on my floor.
The game just got interesting.
Forgiveness wasn't an option. Not after everything she'd done. I'd made it clear I was done with her, but she just wouldn't let go. I could almost respect her persistence, if it wasn't so pathetic. And maybe, just maybe, I'd be flattered by her obsession if I wasn't so consumed by my own rage.
My eyes lingered on the letter, my mind racing with the implications. She thought she could just waltz back in and claim me? I crumpled the paper in my fist, a cold smile spreading across my face.
As I looked down at the body, a spark of anticipation ignited within me. This was just the beginning. And soon, they would all pay.
A low, menacing chuckle rumbled in my throat. Anything or anyone that dared to get in my way would be dealt with.
No exceptions.
No quarter.
The innocent would fall alongside the guilty. Collateral damage, nothing more.
I gazed at the girl's lifeless husk, her soul long gone. My demon form erupted forth, and with a dismissive snap of my fingers, I banished her to the depths of hell. A small, mocking note accompanied her, penned in my own hand :
"You should've kept your mouth shut and your legs closed. Don't dare call my wife a slut when you're the one who's been passed around like a cheap whore. You'll never be mine, because you're not even worthy of my contempt.''
I reappeared in my human form, the familiarity of my home enveloping me like a shroud. My eyes landed on the letter, still crumpled on the floor where it had been thrown.
The words, penned by her treacherous hand, seemed to sear themselves into my brain once more. The bitter taste of rage still lingered, a reminder of the events that had just transpired.
My gaze drifted back to the letter, and I whispered, "Welcome back, my love. The games are about to begin."
A cold, calculated smile spread across my face as I added, "I hope you're ready to play, because this time, only one of us will walk away."