The Reaper's Wicked Obsession
Chapter 134: The Door

Chapter 134: The Door

It was nothing but darkness, without a spark of light.

But Kraven could see it all, he had better vision, and not even the darkness could keep him from seeing the chaos he had instilled.

Kraven stood with pride plastered against his features, as his amused silver eyes stared at the thousands of bodies laid waste before him.

Thousands or millions maybe. It was perfect.

Dark weaves in the shape of a form that matched his stood behind him, feeding off the bloodlust.

Kraven ran his bloodied hand through his hair, staining the soft strands with it as he laughed to his heart’s content. His shoulders vibrated with immense amusement.

The smell of blood and bodies. It was ecstasy, knowing he had caused such ruin.

It felt good.

But then his full-blown laughter reduced to deep chuckles until the sound was no more.

Kraven’s smile faded, eyes leveled, gazing upon the bodies and then his bodied hands, one held onto his word, the steel barely seen because of the stain.

He stood before all this ruin, one of the greatest spectacles anyone who relished in the sight of destruction could behold, yet he felt... empty.

The shadow behind him moved and rested its hands on his broad shoulders, causing them to be heavier than ever as if the weight of the world rested on them.

The shadow leaned closer, whispering things to ear.

It was always the same.

Kill.

Destroy.

Kraven’s lips pressed in a thin line as he stepped forward causing the shadow to vanish.

The path Kraven walked left trails of bloodied footprints as bodies dropped at every wake.

The lonely path of a madman.

He had accepted it but why does it feel... unfulfilling? Why was there a space in his heart?

"Kraven."

At the soft voice, he raised his head. Pale ambers like the sun stared right at him.

A smile curled his lips as he tilted his head to the side. "Hello, love."

She looked at him with sad eyes and turned away, like she couldn’t bear the sight of him.

An unfamiliar sensation twisted Kraven’s chest.

How dare she turn away from him?

He reached to grab her hand but she vanished and the image shifted to a familiar place.

The glamorous decors, the walls shimmering in an iridescent glow. This grand corridor was a part of his home.

Gods! He had forgotten how suffocating it could be.

Kraven frowned when he set his eyes on a younger vision of himself standing before a majestic iridescent door with a crest drawn boldly on it.

The younger vision of him pushed the door open and a bright light almost blinded Kraven.

Suddenly the image shifted and Kraven gazed upon everything through his younger self.

The room, the aesthetics, it was his parent’s room. His gaze moved to the dancing curtains tainted with blood.

It was that day.

The sound of cries filled his ears. Kraven traced the sobbing sounds to the side of the bed and set his eyes on his father.

His father was on his knees, naked body stained with blood as well as his hands, as he stared at them as if trying to comprehend the gravity of the situation.

To see such a great man look so helpless and scared was baffling.

"I didn’t mean to." He sobbed as he raised his head, eyes going wide as he saw his son. "I didn’t mean to. I didn’t mean to kill your mother."

Kraven turned his head to the stained bed, the curtains covered the view but it was unmistakable, his mother lay there unmoving.

"I didn’t..." his father sobbed but he chuckled before it turned into a full-blown laugh that sent shivers down Kraven’s spine.

He sounded just like him.

"I didn’t mean it." He laughed as well as cried like he couldn’t control himself, between the two mix of conflicted emotions.

Regret and amusement.

Suddenly a hand swooped in and pulled little Kraven out of the scene.

"Your Highness! You shouldn’t see this!" a woman said as he carried Kraven away and others stormed the room to aid his father.

The woman held Kraven close to her chest as she cried, not for his father but for his mother and him.

But Kraven couldn’t produce one tear, his eyes were on the door as it slammed shut.

He stretched his hand and voiced. "Mother."

~♧~

"Mother," Kraven murmured as his eyes flickered open.

The dream passed like a forgotten memory, dragging back to the iridescent door, and the key turned, locking the skeletons that raged to be freed.

Kraven sat up, rubbing his eyes. When was the last time he had such deep sleep? He couldn’t remember the winter he did.

He mumbled a curse in Faetong as the harsh tingles of his thirst caused his pulse to race. Gods! The more he tried to lock it away the more it tried to break free.

Logi’s seal no longer worked and it was up to him to control himself. But the seven gods knew he needed to kill something before he’d go on a blood rage.

Kraven licked his lips as his hand slid across the fur hoping to grab a petite body, but found a space instead.

His body went numb as he turned his head to it. It took two beats as the realization found him.

’Where is she?’ Kraven thought and the second it clicked in, his heart momentarily stopped.

’What did I do?’

He sat up with a start, the room spun for a moment. Did his thirst get out of control when he succumbed to the realms of sleep?

Did he...

Kraven paused as his breathing grew ragged. Just like his father did he...

He swallowed that thought away as his body taunted in pressure. His silver eyes descended to the sheet, there was blood but not the one gotten from his blade.

He released a heavy breath as his eyes searched the entire place.

No body.

He didn’t kill her. She left.

Kraven ran his hand through his hair as he growled on the verge of ripping the strands out of his head. The scent of her was everywhere, it clouded his mind the same way it made him furious.

She left.

Those two words stormed his brain until it was the only thing he could think of. She dared to leave.

His hands fell to his side, his chest vibrating in a chuckle. His fingers flexed, his body recalling the feel silky feel of her skin, the way she trembled beneath him, her screams, moans, and gods the scent of her essence.

The memories of the night hit so hard that the rage burned through him.

His jaw clenched, a growl tearing from his throat.