Eternally Bound, Chapter 53: Unraveling
Astaroth
Where is Raven? If I didn't need her, I would fuck her until she died. I am half tempted to suck out some of her soul from her worthless corpse.
I need Raven here, now. Derek’s escape has thrown our plans into disarray, and without him, our chances of luring Sam and Eva diminish with every passing moment. My eyes narrow, my sharp features etched with frustration, my jaw clenched tight enough to crack bone. I can feel the weight of failure pressing down on me, a burden I refuse to carry, a stain I will not allow to mar my name.
My mind, ever restless, drifts to the Falls. The memory is a wound that refuses to heal, a scar that throbs with every heartbeat, a raw, gaping hole in my soul. I see it now, as clearly as if I were standing there again: the cascading waters, a roar of white noise that once soothed me, now a mocking echo of my downfall. The mist clung to my skin like a lover’s touch, cool and insistent, but it couldn’t wash away the betrayal that followed. The Falls had been my sanctuary, my stronghold, until it became my prison. The White Wolf, before the last incarceration, was once my ally, had turned on me, his fangs bared not in loyalty but in treachery. His betrayal had cost me everything—my power, freedom, and essence. It had sent me spiraling into the depths of hell, where I had been imprisoned for what felt like an eternity, chained in darkness, my screams swallowed by the void.
I escaped and became a different person, a vampire lord, but the White Wolf’s progeny defeated Raven and me. I was once again imprisoned in hell. I won't stop until the White Wolf’s lineage has been completely wiped out.
My hands clenched into fists, my nails digging into my palms, drawing blood I didn't feel. The rage that simmers within me, a fire that refuses to be extinguished, a furnace roaring in my chest. It fuels me, sharpens my resolve, and reminds me of what I have lost and what I must reclaim. I will not rest until I have exacted my vengeance until she has torn down everything the White Wolf holds dear, until I have reamed his gaping asshole with the jagged edge of my fury.
The memory of his smirking face, of his eyes gleaming with triumph as he watched me fall, is etched into my mind, a brand I will not let fade. I can still hear his mocking laughter, and feel the sting of his betrayal like a knife twisting in my cunt.
Derek looked so much like him. It would be so fitting for me to inhabit his body. Not just because it would make a suitable host, but because I would enjoy using and abusing it to my heart’s content.
I stop pacing, my gaze fixing on the heavy wooden door that separates me from the outside world. Where the fuck is Raven? The question gnaws at me, a relentless ache that refuses to be ignored, a worm burrowing through my gut. My lips curl into a snarl, baring teeth sharp enough to tear flesh. I need Raven’s counsel, her cunning, her ruthlessness. Together, we are a force to be reckoned with, a storm that will sweep away anyone foolish enough to stand in our path. But alone, I feel the weight of my solitude, the emptiness that comes from being stripped of everything I once held dear, the hollow ache of a pussy left unfilled, a mouth denied the taste of power.
The silence in the chamber is oppressive, broken only by the sound of my breathing, steady and controlled, belying the turmoil within. I turn my gaze to the far wall, where a single torch flickers, casting long, dancing shadows that mock me with their fleeting freedom. The light is weak, feeble, a pathetic imitation of the power I once wielded, a dick too soft to fuck anything but disappointment.
My eyes narrow, my focus sharpening. I will not be weakened by this. I will not let the past define me. I am Astaroth, a name that once struck fear into the hearts of my enemies, a name that will make them piss themselves when I return. I will rise again, stronger, more ruthless, more determined than ever, my cunt dripping with the promise of vengeance.
My mind returns to Derek, to the plan that now hangs in the balance like a cock teetering on the edge of a tight asshole. He was the key, the bait that would draw Sam and Eva into our trap, a pawn I’d planned to fuck senseless before consuming his soul and possessing his body.
Without him, our strategy crumbles, our chances of success dwindling with every passing moment, like cum leaking from a poorly gripped dick. My jaw tightens, my molars grinding against each other. I will not let this slip through my fingers. I will find Derek, I will bring him back, and I will make him pay for his defiance, whip his traitorous ass until he screams for mercy. But first, I need Raven.
The door creaks open, breaking the silence, and I whirl around, my hand instinctively reaching for the dagger at my belt, my fingers wrapping around the hilt like it’s the only cock worth gripping. My eyes narrow as Raven steps into the chamber, her presence a storm in itself, a force that makes the air crackle with electricity. Raven’s dark hair falls in waves around her shoulders, a cascade of midnight that frames her face like a crown of shadows. Her eyes gleam with a mixture of curiosity and calculation, her lips curved in a smirk that promises both pleasure and pain.
She is a force of nature, untamed and unpredictable, and I feel a surge of relief at her arrival, a jolt of desire that pools low in my belly.
“You’re late, you fucking cunt,” I snap, my voice sharp, cutting through the air like a blade slicing through tender flesh.
Raven’s smirk widens, unapologetic, her eyes sparkling with defiance. “Better late than never, you tight-assed bitch,” she replies, her tone laced with a challenge that drips with promise. She strides into the room, her movements are graceful yet purposeful, her hips swaying with a rhythm that makes my pussy clench. Her gaze locks with mine, a silent battle of wills that heats the air between us. “What’s the emergency? You sounded like the world was ending, you dramatic whore.”
My eyes flash with impatience, my nostrils flaring as I fight the urge to drag Raven against the wall and fuck the sass right out of her. “As you know, Derek has escaped,” she says, her voice low, dangerous, a growl that vibrates in her chest. “He was our key to Sam and Eva. Without him, our plans are in ruins, and I’m not about to let those fuckers slip through my fingers. We need them all for our plan, or did you forget?”