Sin Eaters: Devotion Book One by Kai Leakes Page A

satisfaction as each piece lit up and disappeared. The miasmic sins of the Stalker reached out to him to nourish his craving as he bowed forward and sent the discharge up to the heavens. The sins of this monster were sinister. The bastard was a serial rapist and killer, loved to kidnap pregnant women and slice them open as he molested them before displaying their bodies like art. A human like this made for a satisfactory candidate for the Cursed, and giving him the bite only made the sick monster worse.
    Yes, this kill, this bit of vengeance was definitely a righteous one. Panting from the intense cravings and catching the scent of more prey, Khamun swerved, climbed to the top of a garage, and jumped off the side of it as he turned and made contact with fresh, supple flesh. A resonance in the air made him duck as razor sharp blades whipped at him and sliced his bicep. The sound of metal on metal filled in the air. He swung his blade up, cutting a thick, lush thigh as he grinned and stood up to head butt a beautiful face.
    The inertia made him bounce back. His vision focused before him. He watched as what he and his boys called the Medusa fell back onto her haunches and licked her bloody, plush lips. Sharp glinting fangs dipped low as she made a clicking noise that irritated him. She was thick and sensual. If she was on team Light, then any man would’ve tried to get at her, regardless of her coldblooded visage. But right now, that wasn’t the case, and what was sensual was also lethal.
    Sidestepping, he felt winded. Laws of the battle had him watching closely as her braids gracefully fell over her shoulders. Those bitches had blades skillfully woven between each thin braid. Her steel-hard nails systematically hid sacks of Cursed poison. Her coco syrupy skin was glossy with her sweat as he studied the pin-like protrusions of her spinal cord that lined her back like jewelry and added a creepy feel to her human appearance. To say she was lethal would be an understatement. This chick was a weapon herself.
    She wore skintight black pants and a low-cut, belly-showing tank that displayed her high, full breasts. The black diamond-inlaid choker around her delicate throat told him what house she came from—A’archy.
    She was a high-level Stalker and Cursed Gargoyle, nothing like any demon ever recorded in the Libraries. He could see a glimpse of a tattoo on the side of her breast cage, but he couldn’t make it out. All he could see was a rush of kohl-lined brown eyes making their way toward him.
    He smirked, welcoming the fight. His blade fluidly sliced through the air to swing out and make contact with her supple flesh yet again. This was the bitch’s Pet, and he knew a battle with her for damn sure would be one he would enjoy. Sidestepping and following through with his fist, he let his knuckles hit her beautiful jaw, and the Medusa screeched and flew backwards.
    He grimaced. Then he smiled. His boy Calvin had noticed the fight and was running full speed to assist, sliding over the hood of a 4x4, his guns blazing. He must have followed him there or had a vision of him fighting tonight.
    â€œGo heal, chump! You have poison in your system!” Calvin shouted with a beaming smile as he held his hand in the air, levitating the screeching woman.
    Khamun shook his head, ignoring his brother-in-arms’ request as he leaped in the air, making contact with the entity. The force caused Calvin to slam them both to the ground with a grunt. Khamun rolled to his side, holding his ribs and watched from across the street as his brother went into action.
    The Medusa’s heels tapped against the concrete roadway. Both men smelled the sudden saturation of poison coming from her. They knew from previous intel that they had to keep away from her nails, her bite, and those bladed boots of hers, each of which she used to inject poison into her prey.
    Calvin’s Khemetian protection tattoos and symbols on the side of his