The Reaper's Wicked Obsession
Chapter 119: This Is Not A Spar

Chapter 119: This Is Not A Spar

Dain knew she was uncomfortable by the scene, but he enjoyed how much she couldn’t stand it.

Vanya shoved his hand away from Isadora, and glared daggers at him, giving him a warning look.

Dain scoffed, folding his arms and turning back to the spar.

"I know it’s hard to watch," Vanya signed, with sad eyes. "Commander Rav is being beaten up, it may not look one-sided but I know it is. Everyone knows how powerful Lord Raven is. He fights with raw strength and that makes him exceptional."

Isadora swallowed back a sob that attempted to break from her. "It’s my fault."

Vanya narrowed her eyes in confusion.

"Getting tired, Raviel?"

Rav spat a mouthful of blood.

"If this is all it takes to shake you, then you’re nothing but dead weight."

Rav turned to Isadora and his body stilled when he saw she was on the verge of tears, shaking her head like a silent plea for them to stop.

Rav dragged his gaze back to Kraven. "I think we have shown them enough."

"I didn’t say it was enough!" Kraven seethed.

"Why are you doing this? I understand we show an example but this..." he pointed to them both. "It’s not just a spar, is it?"

"Getting smart, Raviel? Or is it an excuse to hesitate?"

Rav’s jaw tightened. He knew Kraven was trying to rile him up and he wouldn’t fall for it. "It’s not an excuse. It’s obvious, Kraven."

"Hmm," he mumbled, closing the distance between them, placing a hand on the back of Rav’s neck and leaning close. "Then why do you think this is not just a spar... hm?"

"Your thirst?"

He chuckled. "If it were about my thirst, I’d have ripped your head off your body."

"Enough with this! If you’re mad at me, stay mad, don’t drag others into this."

"What makes you think I’m doing that?"

"You’re trying to hurt Isadora," he replied with clenched teeth.

"Perfect, because I love that look in her eyes more."

Rav pushed Kraven off him. "You want more, then I’ll give you more!"

"Good, you’re tense. I wonder, fear or frustration? Doesn’t matter, I’ll carve it out of you piece by piece."

Rav growled and came at Kraven. Their fight became nothing close to a spar but two beasts fighting for dominance.

Rav barely had time to register Kraven’s next hit, because the moment after he was tackled to the ground in a bone-crushing force, he was on him.

Kraven’s fists were merciless as they rained down, each punch heavier than the last. Rav tried to shield himself, using his arms like a shield, but it wasn’t enough.

Kraven’s knuckles split open, blood staining his fingers but he didn’t stop.

He wanted more.

Another punch followed the insatiable need to consume. Kraven lost count of his punches, yet it wasn’t enough.

The need to break him apart, piece by piece was overwhelming, the rage of his thirst coming to the surface like a bloodthirsty vermin.

The image of Rav and Isadora bleeding through his brain, how welcoming his touch must have felt, because Rav didn’t have the impulse to reap her soul.

Rav wasn’t torn between thirst and desire like he was. What a tempting thing to possess, not to be burdened by your mind, not to be controlled by it, and your livelihood wasn’t dependent on it.

Rav could feel Kraven’s thirst coming to the surface, and he needed to act quickly before it got out of hand, or else he wouldn’t have to worry about coming out of this alive, but for the sake of the others.

If he loses control... it would be far worse.

The second Rav found his opening, he shoved Kraven off with all the strength he could muster.

Kraven only grinned in response, the entertainment in his eyes was far stretched for someone about to rip another apart.

Kraven attacked again, both clashing violently. Obvious, that one of them enjoyed this far more than the other.

Rav was desperate to slow him down, and Kraven was far more unhinged because he kept going like it was the last thing on earth that sated him.

It was survival against the fittest and just when the opportunity came for Kraven, he had Rav.

Kraven forced Rav’s knees to hit the ground, swift and calculated. A strangled grunt tore from his throat as Kraven twisted his arm at an unnatural angle.

The sound was music to Kraven’s ears, and he wanted more. He pressed harder, just enough for the joints to strain and the pain to bloom.

A low dark chuckle vibrated from Kraven’s chest as he replenished the near end of one’s destruction. He hungered for more.

"Do you hear that, Raviel? That crack... your body telling you just how much time it has left to stay in one piece? I always loved how the body sings knowing it reached its pending doom."

Rav growled trying to break free but it only increased the pain and the possibility of him losing his hand. It was clear he wanted to rip it off with his bare hands.

Kraven pinned his gaze on Isadora, her breath hitching as hot tears streamed down her cheeks.

She was crying for him.

Kraven’s grip flexed at the sight of them, tightening around the limb more.

"Does it make you feel special? That she looks at you like you’re worth saving?"

"Kraven!" Rav barked. His features morphed in pure pain. "Stop..."

Rav’s voice didn’t reach Kraven because the thirst had blackened his sense of reasoning.

There was only one thing in his mind. To destroy.

Nyssa stepped forward with rapid breathing but when Kraven glanced at her with a murderous look, her heart momentarily stopped.

"Alda! This is getting worse," Logi said, speeding down the ladder to get to them.

Their chances were slim against Kraven.

Another harsh jerk from Kraven, close to taking what he desired. A strangled noise of pain escaping from Rav.

"STOP!"

Kraven’s body went utterly still—slow and deadly, he turned his head toward Isadora as she stepped into the sparring circle.

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