This hurt.
Lochlann tested the hurt, probing it like he probed a missing tooth with his tongue, unable to leave the empty, sore spot alone.
He didn't even say it's not fair because it was true. He didn't say anything that could have redeemed him, could have saved the small semblance of his humanity that he wanted so desperately to cling to.
Almost two years ago, Lochlann killed a girl and brought her heart to a demon hoping to sell his soul. He didn't remember it at all, but he remembered the horrible feeling when he woke up, soaked and with the taste of flesh in his mouth.
Of course, he was tasting demon flesh, because he ripped apart the bastard (who came back, so it wasn't even real murder) but he hadn't been the same since that night. He knew then that there was no hope for him.
His chest hurt from where her hands pushed off him and from the stitches still healing over his heart. He pressed his hand to it.
Good.
Keep the pain.
The worst pain, though, was watching Emily leave and doing everything he could not to chase her.
I love you Lochlann.
He was a monster.
But at least he wouldn't kill Emily.
Lochlann tested the hurt, probing it like he probed a missing tooth with his tongue, unable to leave the empty, sore spot alone.
He didn't even say it's not fair because it was true. He didn't say anything that could have redeemed him, could have saved the small semblance of his humanity that he wanted so desperately to cling to.
Almost two years ago, Lochlann killed a girl and brought her heart to a demon hoping to sell his soul. He didn't remember it at all, but he remembered the horrible feeling when he woke up, soaked and with the taste of flesh in his mouth.
Of course, he was tasting demon flesh, because he ripped apart the bastard (who came back, so it wasn't even real murder) but he hadn't been the same since that night. He knew then that there was no hope for him.
His chest hurt from where her hands pushed off him and from the stitches still healing over his heart. He pressed his hand to it.
Good.
Keep the pain.
The worst pain, though, was watching Emily leave and doing everything he could not to chase her.
I love you Lochlann.
He was a monster.
But at least he wouldn't kill Emily.