Sin Eaters: Devotion Book One by Kai Leakes

bastard!”
    â€œHmmm. If I did, you would be dead already. This is not the normal snatch-and-take your kind is known for. This has turned into a battle, so again”—He squeezed and began to tear a vein away as the entity screamed.
    â€œJust kill me!” the Stalker screamed as he tried to swing again.
    The Reaper sighed. He tore an arm off, flipped it, and used the hand to point at the Stalker. The blood was so dark red, it almost looked black, painting the side of the garage.
    â€œAhhhhhhh! Because we need them. We need them before you take them!”
    Khamun cocked his head to the side as he quirked his eyebrow. “You say that like I don’t know, so let’s try this again.”
    With a drop of his hand, he tilted the Stalker’s neck to the side and bared his diamond white fangs as they lit up in the moonlight. Drinking from a Stalker was like millions of needles shredding through its body, which made it pure torture for the victim and sure pleasure for the Reaper.
    â€œNo, no! Wait! Wait!”
    Khamun squeezed then bit down hard. Ravenous, he tore and ripped at the Stalker’s aorta as he drank ever so slowly, knowledge filling his mind. Then he saw it. He saw their plan to take his Guide and kill her friend. He saw their intention to give her the Cursed bite and make her into one of them. He saw them planning something worse for his Guide, something more than the bite. Something he couldn’t understand as the knowledge flickered. Shit wasn’t kosher. Which had him pissed. He lessened his siphoning before the Stalker could die without telling him all he needed to know.
    â€œTell me!” he growled.
    The Stalker made the mistake of laughing out of spite.
    Very wrong move , Khamun thought as he pulled the Stalker to him. His nails dug into his prey’s skull and ripped, exposing brain matter, and the Stalker screamed in the night, its eyes rolling into its head.
    With a shove, the Stalker went flying as Khamun held its pumping heart and let it go. The exposed heart seemed to pulsate as it steadily beat from his prey’s open cavity.
    The Attacker got ready to ask again, but the entity spoke up fast, “She is a Vessel! An Oracle! We need her, so we can use her knowledge of your kind.”
    Khamun’s mind froze for a millisecond before he could process how they could figure out something like that. An Oracle . . . his guide was a Vessel and an Oracle. This was paramount.
    The Stalker panted on as he crawled, looking around for an escape. Fear sparked in his eyes as every sin he committed compounded on him, breaking his will like a twig as the Attacker wrecked his body with each sin. Each dark act the bastard had ever committed flashed before him.
    â€œI don’t know how they knew. I believe the Dark Lady found her. We were to find the Vessel and bring her to the Dark Lady.”
    Khamun quietly processed the information as he studied the Stalker and snatched him up again. His hand immediately wrapping around his prey’s protruding heart. He had to hurry. This one was a newly made Cursed, and so the torture was too much for a new breed. This was why Khamun kept him alive for so long. He was enjoying this hunt.
    The Stalker tried to shake his head but stopped when he saw that he couldn’t, because of the Reaper’s hold on him.
    â€œThen you are not alone, huh? Where is her pet?” Khamun restrainedly asked.
    â€œI—I do not know. She should have been here to stop you, bastard! She should have—”
    Khamun heaved a sigh and bore down on the now jerking Stalker. His fangs sank in deep as his Reaper wings abruptly expanded into the night sky, blanketing them both. He let go of the heart and let the Stalker try to push him off, but of course, he couldn’t, as Khamun gained his fill, pulling back with a snap of his jaws. His blade shifted from his wrists as he stepped back while slicing the Stalker in pieces.
    He watched in