Fallen Into Hell: Fallen: Book 2, Layna Snow [the mitten read aloud .TXT] 📗

took away all your usefulness. Envy ripped apart families, and tore the soul. Pride allowed for greater downfall. Gluttony stole away from those who need it and allowed for Sloth to enter. Lust kept you focused on one thing until that was all that mattered.

His sin, their sin really, was Lust.

Thane thought himself impervious to it, but one woman, one drug, pulled him into a world that he didn’t belong in.

Lust, like all the other sins, had an upside. To fulfill Lust, you got great pleasure before a satisfaction so profound that you didn’t feel anything else. It was a drug so addictive, that it was difficult to ignore.

That same pull was what he was fighting now. He needed to focus on cleanliness, not on how much he wanted to sink into the girl’s wet heat and lose himself.

Thanatos took a breath and walked to the small cleaning station beside the sword racks. He listened as Adrian spoke to the girl, but didn’t hear her reply.

Mute.

The idea was not unfortunate. He spoke very little, preferring to act. He didn’t waste his breath with pleading, explaining, threatening, or apologising. He didn’t bother to lecture or preach. He also didn’t joke or comfort. There was no need to talk and therefore he felt nothing towards her revelation.

“Lust, baby. I was built for pleasure.” Adrian said behind him, obviously to a question that she had expressed.

Thane didn’t turn around, just took all his weapons off and laid them carefully along the surface of the bar. He took out a clean cloth and his soap spray to clean the swords.

“He’s down for Lust, too.” There was a pause before Adrian chuckled. “Not together. Well, at least not with each other. We sexed up a lovely blonde and The Heavenly Father was not too pleased with us!”

Sexed up? They did no such thing.

They didn’t seduce her, or even pleasure her all that much. They were Angels who had never felt anything before, especially not the ecstasy which they were experiencing. They didn’t last very long. It was not worth the punishment that they soon received.

Ignoring that terrible moment in his life, Thane focused on the task at hand.

After removing all the blood off the swords, he took another clean cloth and put some oil on it. It was a blend that he combined himself, but it sealed the metal on the sword and stopped them from rusting.

“Nice,” he whispered quietly, appreciating the smoothness of the blade. It had no dings in it, no cracks or deformities. It was a good sword and would serve him well for a long time.

He murmured a few other things as he took care of the handles next.

Adrian laughed, the sound slightly sarcastic. “Yeah, he talks to his weapons. You’d talk to my weapon too if you held it!” He told the girl.

Thane ignored his friend’s crass words and focused on what he was doing. The blades deserved his speech. They took care of him, protected him. They, although not alive, deserved respect.

“Only Death here would clean his knives before he cleaned himself.” Adrian was saying.

Yes, he did. If one didn’t have good weaponry, that was reliable and functional, then fighting was ineffectual. If a sword broke, or a gun misfired, then you would be left defenseless.

Thanatos understood that. Adrian didn’t.

“So, you don’t have a boyfriend, do you? ‘Cause, I’d hate for you to feel guilty for the next couple of days. And, I’m really a jealous man. I won’t be having you think of another dude while I’m in you.”

Adrian, as tactless as he was, did have a point. However, Thane doubted that she was in a relationship. No man worthy of the name would ever let his woman go into Hell alone. If she did have a significant other, he didn’t deserve her.

“First of all, I know you’re lying. Just because you didn’t say it doesn’t mean that you don’t show the signs of bluffing. And second of all, I don’t get jealous of Thane. He is like… my hand. No, that sounds wrong. I mean he is an extension of myself. We come as a pair, usually. If you stay here—and you will—you get both of us. Not every time, not all the time, but we will both have you if you agree.”

There was a pause, and Thanatos was tempted to turn around to see what was happening, but he forced himself to put the swords on their racks, and their cleaned sheaths up beside them.

He would not feel anything.

He would not allow himself to feel. Not curiosity, not lust, not sympathy, protectiveness, or anticipation. He pushed those emotions away, willing himself back to that cold place he was in before.

As usual, it didn’t happen, and it made him hate, just a little more.

It was a hate that he didn’t want to feel either!

“Oh, I can see that you like that idea. You’re pulse just jumped, and you pupils are expanding. Nice! That’s not the only thing expanding. Want to feel?”

It was not the only thing that expanded.

Thane could feel something growing as well. He could picture Sophia spread out on the St. Andrews cross, her arms held above her head, and her lush legs tied open so that he could see the juices flowing from her body.

He couldn’t just stand there and think these thoughts.

They weren’t conducive to good mental health. He needed to get rid of the Lustful images in his mind. To do that, he needed to get away from the object of his lust.

Thanatos didn’t waste any more time. He strode into the bathroom, quickly removing his bloody clothes and leaving them on the floor. He’d take care of them later. He’d need to put them with the rest of the ruined clothes to wash. There was