Chapter 20

Damien's pov

I stood on the balcony, gazing at the sky, my mind drifting between thoughts. I thought of the meeting with Asher.

It had ended unexpectedly, he was probably very surprised. I am too. I didn't know why, but I had just lost interest.

I had him backed in a corner and suddenly, I wasn't feeling like it anymore. It was like I had my favourite food right in front of me, and after days of hunger, I suddenly lost my appetite.

It was disturbing, even for me. I could feel it, this newfound strength I had, it came at a cost. I didn't care about the cost before, I just wanted to get stronger. But now,...

I guess it was true what they say, you never know what you have until you lose it.

I stirred the cup in my hand, the wine in it looking less appealing by the second. I stared at the cup for a few seconds, then I let go of it. I watched it smash into the ground, feeling nothing and thinking nothing.

“It's getting worse, isn't it?” I heard a voice say from behind me. I recognised that voice, it was Uriel's.

I looked back at him, my inner wolf terrified at the fact that I felt nothing at the sight of him. At the sight of those familiar silver eyes that raised me.

Uriel was the only parent I knew. My birth parents died a few months after I was born, I don't even remember what they looked like. The only warmth I knew was of the memories of my childhood and yet, it was all getting ruined, all because of my selfishness.

I looked at Uriel, hoping he might see something but even hope was slowly abandoning me.

“I've become a monster, all because of power. I can feel it fading every single day, with every new day, I lose something, something fundamentally to my being. And soon, I won't be anymore.” I said in a dull voice, my tone monotonous.

Uriel walked up to me, adjusting my suit with that same carefree smile he always had, but I could see it, I could see the sadness in his eyes, but I couldn't feel empathy. In a way, it was very sad.

“I guess I was already a monster on the inside, I'm just finally changing my skin into one.”

“Don't say that young master, the fact that you noticed the change means that you aren't a monster.” He said his smile still on his face.

I thinned my lips to what I thought looked like a smile, I couldn't feel my heart anymore. I was getting less worried by the day.

“I'm losing more than just my emotions, I'm losing my appetite for things, I'm even losing my Will. It took me five minutes to get out of bed this morning and it took me even longer to sleep last night.”

“I think I'm going to die soon.”

At that statement, Uriel's smile disappeared. His expression became serious and I finally caught a hint of an emotion in his eyes and I was surprised because he looked scared.

“Don't joke like that young master, you are not going to die. I'll find a cure, you should know I will.”

Uriel said, he patted my shoulder and left. As I watched him leave, I was a bit disappointed. Disappointed I'm myself for treating him the way I had.

I stayed there for hours, reminiscing about the past. I wanted to do that now so that I could feel a bit of emotion.

There wasn't much in my past except Asher and Isabella. I wondered how Asher would react if he found out that I was possibly dying.

We used to be the best of friends, he was one of the very few people I used to care about. But now, we were almost like mortal enemies and all this started because of a girl.

So stupid now that I thought about it, when we were young we used to have conflicting ideas and when that happened, one of us would sacrifice for the other, so why was Isabella any different?

Why hadn't I just allowed her to be with him? A lot of things would have been different if I did.

I should have sighed but I didn't, I couldn't. Even as all these memories passed through my head, I felt nothing. It felt like I was just a spectator with no emotions watching a play.

After some time, a maid entered.

“Sir, you have a guest.”

“Who?”

“Lady Isabella.”

Hmm, what was she doing here? At this moment I had a weird feeling towards Isabella, she was the cause of it all and it had been a long time since she came to visit me.

“Bring her here.”

“Yes sir.”

The maid walked away and returned a few minutes later with Isabella trailing behind.

Normally, seeing Isabella would mean lusting over her, but not today. Even as I stared at her curvaceous body, her plump ass and her large melons, her soft skin and beautiful red eyes, I felt nothing.

Isabella came and hugged my arm, pressing her boobs against them. It was obvious she wanted attention, something must have happened.

“What do you want?” I asked her, I looked out into the sky, not paying her attention.

She pouted, sliding her hand across my chest, feeling my abs and resting it in my groin. She squeezed a bit, and surprisingly I felt a little stir.

“How cold, not even a hello or something? It's been really long since we've last seen each other after all.”

I looked down at her, staring at her eyes for a long time. Then I spoke to her,

“Let's fuck.”

Her eyes widened in surprise but she didn't have the time to reply, I lifted her up and carried her into the bedroom, flinging her on the bed and sitting in it myself.

I lay down in the bed, not making an attempt to undress.

“Please me,” I commanded.

Then I watched her get to work. She wasn't even bothered by the way I rough-handled her, she just wanted to fuck. She was a maniac when it came to sex.

She unzipped my pants, a bit shocked to see that I was limp. She looked at me, a bit confused.

“If you want it, you have to work for it,” I said coldly.

She smirked, no doubt, even more turned on. She took it in, slowly working her way. She bobbed her head, slurping and sucking and slowly, I felt my dick gradually stiffening, lengthening and widening.

A few minutes later, it was at full mast. I stood up and Isabella came to me. Taking off all of my clothing. Then she jumped from the bed and into my arms.

I caught her firmly, and my hand shifted to her plump ass, grabbing a handful of them. I didn't have to tell her before she grabbed my dick, positioning it for penetration.

I pushed it all the way in, her head tilted backwards and her eyes rolled inwards as she moaned in pleasure.

I began to pound her, slapping my big cock into her continuously, not stopping at all. I felt myself slowly losing interest in the sex but I didn't stop, I just forced my body to keep going.

I pounded and pounded. After a while, I threw her to the bed, flipping her over in her stomach and pulling her waist up. Before she had time to adjust, I pushed it in again.

She moaned even louder, cumming in the spot but I didn't stop. I pounded her, bringing my cock out after a while and penetrating her ass. It was tighter but less wet, I don't mind though.

For the next few hours, we fucked. Going multiple rounds, trying multiple styles and cumming multiple times as I alternated between her ass, pussy and mouth.

We fucked on the bed, in the bathroom and even on the balcony. When I was done even Isabella, the sex fiend, was lying limp on the ground, her body continuously twitching.

I carried her and laid her on the bed while I sat on the sofa. My dick gradually became soft and the moment it did, I felt it. I felt my lust leave my body.

This would be my last sex.

Isabella stirred, her eyes opened and a small smile appeared on her face. It was a genuine smile, one that I had rarely seen.

“You seemed more feisty than usual, I like that. What happened to you?” She asked.

I looked at her for a while not saying anything. I didn't know if I should tell her or not. I couldn't feel empathy or any other emotions and it made me not know if I should care about her reaction. It

After a while of contemplating, I decided she would find out soon anyway.

“I'm dying.”