Fallen Into Hell: Fallen: Book 2 Layna Snow (feel good books .txt) 📖

Just the fact that he still looked in Phie’s direction was enough to push Sin a little farther. Sure, he was being overprotective. But she was his—theirs—and he wasn’t going to let this fucker scare her! He hadn’t even gotten inside her yet!

Which had to be the reason for all this possessive bullshit.

Either way, Sin held onto that burning feeling in his chest, filled up on it and allowed it to bathe him as he twisted the curved blade, using it to fuck up the Demons insides. And when it was completely sideways, he pulled it out again, taking some of Plate Face’s main organs with him.

“You are not going to touch one hair on her gorgeous head,” he responded in its language as it crumpled to the floor.

“I will not. They will.” The fucker said. And as if it was some kind of damn signal, hundreds of Furry Demons came pouring around the corner.

The beasts were huge, with four legs and two massive arms with huge claws. They had big eyes, and cute faces but Sin knew they were hella dangerous. They might look like things people dressed up as at kinky parties, but these things weren’t your average stuffed animals.

They were fucking mean!

Fuck-bucket! Sin thought, kicking the Plate Demon’s body away from himself as he pushed forward. The other one must have gone for help. At least now he’d get a real battle!

Sin slashed at the one closest to him, hitting the being in the arm. It lashed out with its other paw, the huge appendage narrowly missing Sin’s face.

He didn’t wait, didn’t regain his balance, simply kicked out, getting it in its ‘crotch’. The area wasn’t where it normally would be, instead it was under its arms. He knew this and in one kick felled the fucker.

Sin smiled as it went down, running the outer curve of his knife along its neck as it went down.

He felt lighter, freer as energy pumped through his body. The delight of a kill working its way through him.

The next Furry took less time, as his movements grew quicker, punching the third in its face.

He ducked a swipe, managing to dance out of the way before sliding his knife into the hairy back.

He didn’t look but felt the blood pump along his hand, warm and thick, as he twisted the blade, kicking another being as it attacked.

These things had so many legs which made it almost impossible to knock one down, but it didn’t matter, the momentum pushed it back a little, into another.

The problem with curved blades was that they were hell to get out of a body, and he started to go down with the fucker he had stabbed, but he just followed the momentum, pulling himself away from a swinging club-like paw.

Once down he kicked away from the cock-strainer, pulling his knife from its flesh with a beautiful sucking sound.

The force pushed him across the ground on his back and sent him under another Demon.

He wasted no time carving up its underside, taking its legs out as he went, pushing himself out of the way of the falling Demon.

He could feel the sticky blood covering everything, smell the sulfuric scent in the air and he hummed with delight.

His muscles moved fluidly as he cut up one, then the next, holding onto hair and fleshy bodies to pull himself up and through the group.

He laughed as he got one in its huge eyeball, and heard it scream as it ran right into his other sword.

“How you like me now, motherfucker?” he called, and stepped over its body to launch himself on the back of another. This one reeled backward, smacking Sin into the rough, uneven wall.

It knocked the breath out of him, cut up his back and he was sure snapped some of his ribs.

The pain was horrible.

It was wonderful!

Sin let it wash over him like sharp talons before he changed his hold on the Demon’s neck, allowing him access to slit its throat.

As it went down, Sin pushed off the wall. His breathing accelerated. Each breath caused agony to shift through his body. And still he smiled.

Fuck, he was such a masochist, but the feeling proved he was alive.

It proved he felt something! And he loved it!

Sin swirled and ripped open the torso of the Furry beside him, the one that was advancing from the other end of the hallway. He gutted it, watching as intestine-like organs fell out. They squished, and plopped onto the floor as the being cried out shrilly. Music to my fucking ears!

He felt satisfaction, a twisted magnificent feeling that buoyed his spirits.

It was a high like no other and he felt like he could never live it down.

It was why he fought, why he did this. He didn’t give a fuck about protecting Humans or about the balance of good and evil. He didn’t care if Demons took over the world. Hell, it’d be preferable.

It sure as shit would be more fun.

He could just imagine, brothels on every street corner and bondage clubs all over the place. Things wouldn’t be run on power and fake charity. They would be out in the open for the world to see. The blood and booze that would flow through the streets would be magnificent.

However, he knew that Thane couldn’t live in a place like that and, like it or not, he sort of liked the holy bastard.

Sin turned in a circle, looking for his next fight. He savored the sight of the carnage before him and smiled as he saw the destruction that he caused. Oh, sweet heaven, he loved what he did.

But as he looked towards Thane, he noticed something. Or, he noticed a lack of something.

Where there