Status Updates From Leviathan (Devilry #1)

shit is crazy

“Pain. That’s all I feel. With every punch to my jaw, every kick to my stomach, every jab to my chest, it’s all pain. I cry. I scream. I thrash. My nose cracks. Pain. My finger breaks. Pain. My ribs throb. Pain. Levi’s smiling face, contorted into pure hatred, mixed with anguish, coated with joy⁠— Pain.”

“His soul was always meant to be taken by me but not like this.”

“Again, those fluttering butterflies sprout in my chest, but I can’t forget that they’re actually moths. Hesitantly, I bring my fingers up to his collar, feeling the leather under my skin. It’s both rough and smooth, almost like him, and a look of bliss coats his face as I touch it. “Tell me about your darkness,” I dare say, tugging lightly on his collar which causes him to moan.”

“I deposit him on the bed and rifle through my closet, tossing an old sweatshirt and a pair of sweatpants at his head. He holds them in shock, eyes watering when they meet mine. Something… sweet takes a hold of me. [...] And, for some unknown reason, some fucked up sensation of losing control that overcomes me⁠— I go to the window and open the curtains.”

“Whistling. This time louder. So very clear. Piercing through my ears and shooting down to the tips of my toes. [...] Suddenly, it all becomes very real. All of those platitudes we tell ourselves are full of shit. The creaking of the floorboards are footsteps. The whistling in the house isn't from the pipes. The shadows that take the form of unimaginable demons aren’t a trick of the light. Nightmares are real.”