The Wrath Walker (The Wrath Series Book 1) by Matthew Newson (moboreader txt) 📕

don’t want to pay up. The extreme lengths you go to steal from people is only matched by how far you go when they can’t or don’t want to pay you. Then there’s all the lying, cheating, fornicating, murders, and all of the other immoral and sinful things you have done in your lifetime.”

“Yeah, so what of it? Are you here to make me pay for my sins?” Joey mocked as he forced himself to his feet and stared at me.

“That’s exactly why I’m here, and your time to pay for what you have done has almost arrived.”

“Well, I guess we all have to go some time,” Joey said as he tossed a handful of menus at my face. He shot out of the to-go area and into the dining room of the restaurant and killed the lights so the place was completely dark. So many individuals begged and pleaded with me not to kill them, but some tried to fight like Joey did. I especially enjoyed the fighters. They added an extra level of excitement to the whole thing and kept my hunting skills sharpened.

“Joey, just come on out, and I promise it will be over quickly,” I said as I straightened my jacket and stood in the entry way of the dining area. “This is going to happen tonight, and running and fighting me isn’t going to stop it.” I walked into the large dining room. I altered my appearance to blend in with the darkness, as I quietly walked to where Joey had hidden behind some tables in the back. I figured he assumed he could maneuver around the room to make his exit while I searched for him in the darkness, but I could easily see where he was the entire time. Even if he got outside, there was no way he could escape my grasp.

“Here you are,” I shouted as I grabbed him by the throat and lifted him off the ground and into the air. All the lights came back on at my command as terror gripped that arrogant man. “Your time has come for you to pay for your sins, Joey.”

“Please stop! You don’t have to do this.”

“But I must.”

“Come on, there has to be something I can give you.” Joey struggled to get the words out.

“All I want is to fulfill what I was created for.” I brought Joey down to my eye level.

“Are you going to stab me like you did Ron?”

“Oh no,” I said with glee as I brought him down hard in a chair and delivered a hard punch to his stomach that knocked all the wind and fight out of him in an instant. Then I hummed a little song to myself as I zip-tied his hands behind his back and firmly secured him to the chair.

I checked my watch again and saw that I was slightly ahead of schedule, so as I waited, I allowed Joey to catch his breath.

“What are you doing? Just stab me and get it over with already!”

“I told you, I’m not going to stab you. What’s with you and wanting to be stabbed to death. You have some real problems.”

“Come on already, I know that’s how you like to kill your victims.”

“No, Ron liked to kill others with a knife, and so he died by a knife. You however liked to beat people to death with your bare hands. That takes a special sick and sadistic monster to do something like that, and that is how you will go out Mr. Joey Abbate.”

“Please don’t do this. I’ll give you anything, even this restaurant if you will let me go. I’ll disappear and no one will ever see me again, and you can go and tell your boss you completed the job. Please. I’m begging you here. You don’t have to do this!”

“I guess I was wrong about you.”

“What do you mean? Are you going to let me go?” Joey asked as a glimmer of hope echoed in his voice.

“I didn’t have you pegged for a beggar.”

Then I delivered several well-placed blows of my fist that caused enough trauma to practically liquefy his organs. I dealt the appropriate amount of punishment that his sins had warranted, and within moments, Joey was no more. I checked my watch and Joey left this world right at eleven fifty-nine, at the exact moment he was supposed to. I cleaned the blood from my gloves and straightened my tie before I stepped outside. As the door quietly closed behind me, I felt refreshed by the warm night air. I stood there and slowly breathed in and out the soothing aroma of Italian food mixed with the scent of spring, as I savored that moment before the time came for my next target to be dispatched.

Chapter TenLuciferian High Priest

The City of Black Castle

RUMORS HAD SEEPED IN from the spirit realm over the past couple of days of a powerful spiritual being that had entered the natural realm and started to dispense his version of justice to the unfortunate citizens who had crossed his path. One of my many sources in the city said he read the official police report where Brandon Farmer claimed he witnessed a man in a red business suit named Wrath kill a man named Ron Horn. Both men had been known for their ill-repute from their illegal dealings when they were detectives for the city.

Apparently, the red suit man had stabbed Ron to death with a yellow knife that read Brimstone and had left trace elements of the knife’s namesake in the wound. Also, the man had excessive strength that wasn’t humanly possible, and he appeared and disappeared from Ron’s domicile without a trace.

I had come across beings like that in my service as a high priest to my lord, Lucifer, so I knew that Brandon was telling the truth. What I didn’t know was what Wrath’s end game was, and why exactly had he entered my city. I figured