A soul collectors love

The pain of his victims

Ajax had been sleeping when his father had called him with his new target. “What?” Ajax answered the phone in his rough, sleep deprived voice. “Better be careful of that tone son. I don't mind dragging your ass back to hell.” His father answered in a deceptively calm voice. f**k! He was pissed, Ajax replied with considerate thought, knowing how much his father's feathers liked to be stroked. “Yes, unmerciful master. How may I serve thee?” Ajax answered trying to keep the disgust from his tone. “Better. No sarcasm. It almost sounded sincere. Your next target is Bob Macenzie." He simply said the name and the man's evil deeds rushed through Ajax's mind like a movie clip. His eyes shone ethereally while his jaw clenched from all the evil memories of Bob Macenzie. This one was really evil, “I am curious to know how you found out about this one.” Ajax carefully put his question in a statement so that his father may choose to answer. No one asked the demon Pythius about his motives. “Getting clever I see. I do not mind sating your curiosity this time. It is simple, everyone wants him and I shall have him.” With that being his departing statement he vanished with no hint of ever being in the bedroom. Ajax's mental GPS of the black soul switched on and he knew exactly where the man was headed. He actually did not mind this hunt because knowing he was headed to a club, he might be able to actually also have some fun. Suddenly in a better mood, Ajax clicked his fingers and his favorite outfit was already hugging his body in all the right places as the ladies usually tell him. He was born with devastatingly good looks because his father designed him to be his ultimate weapon. Someone everyone could trust but he was a predator inside. He was raised to be a hunter of the humans that not even society wanted. Those were the souls that were the darkest. Ajax's mother was human and that is why his brother despised him but it could also be because he was father's favorite. Malachai could not understand why father would ever bed a human but his father always said it was the perfect plan to infiltrate human society without detection. Ajax had to suppress his human side, to keep himself numb; otherwise his father would start the torture again. Ajax splashed water on his face and dried himself off. His jet black hair set off his blue eyes. His tan skin made his jaw line and muscles in his arms more pronounced. He rolled up the sleeves on his long read button up shirt because even though there was a chill in the air, he felt hot. He glanced down at his favorite black Italian loafers, paired with black suit pants. Oh yes, he was definitely bringing someone home after the target's soul was brought to his father. He could feel the lid beginning to come off on his emotions and that needed to be banged shut along with a few women. He materialized in the alley outside the club; he rolled his neck from side to side before strolling around to the entrance and walking in. He had been here before numerous times so his booth, the only booth in the entire club was already booked for him. He nodded at the bouncer and bartenders. They knew what he wanted and would bring it to his table immediately. His prey wasn't here yet, so he would survey his options for tonight. The brunette in the furthest corner could definitely do but she was hanging on the arm of a leather wearing biker. His eyes roamed the room further categorizing each woman into the definitely and maybe files. He did all this in a moment before his eyes landed on a particular blonde on the dance floor and her eyes seemed to look up at him that exact moment catching his gaze. He gives her a smirk and walks towards his booth dropping down and leaning back. Ajax looked relaxed on the outside but he was coiled and ready to strike, he knew he was not the only one after this man's soul and he also knew that this man was capable of anything. Just as that thought crossed his mind, the man saunters into the club loosening his tie and pulling his glasses off. The man already looked as if he had a couple, probably from the bottle he has stashed in the third draw on the left in his office that he used to spike Brenda's drink at the office Christmas party. She is still missing presumed dead. Ajax smiled. He was going to enjoy this so much. The man had ordered a glass of whiskey on the rocks and drank surveying the room not in quite the same manner Ajax did. He was looking for his next victim. The hunter was soon to become the hunted. He noticed his prey slumping over the bar, a predatorial look in his eye, staring at the blonde's dancing form while he swirled his whiskey making the ice click against the sides of the glass threatening to escape. The song ended. Ajax was listening carefully to the beauty's words as she was talking to her short friend. She planned to head outside to cool off because of the physical exertion and the temperature of the room. As she exited, the man headed after her, "Ah, s**t!" Ajax muttered while shooting to his feet and heading to the door. This was not how it was supposed to happen. He thought he still had time to stalk, should've known the pervert wouldn't be able to keep it in his pants. The night air hit him like a bucket of ice cold water. “Where are you?” he whispered to himself. He scanned the street and sidewalk. It was completely deserted. His eyes finally picked up on a flash of movement from the corner of his eye. He headed in the direction and just as he caught up to the two figures he heard the ear piercing scream and saw the man's hand about to descend on the innocent. With his supernatural reflexes he caught Bob's hand and gave him the most bone chilling grin, all color left the bastards face as he saw that he was no longer the biggest fish in the pond. He shrank away as Ajax retreated his fist and gave him a punch to the face, it landed with a sickening thud and Bob hit the ground like a ton of bricks. Ajax nodded to a job well done. The girl opened her eyes and looked terrified at the body lying at her feet. He had a job to do, regardless of her presence. Ajax reached into the man's chest grasping the soul still stuck there. As he yanked the body twitched and he closed his eyes, feeling irritated, “Let go you sick bastard.” He grumbled. He pulled the black soul out of the body feeling its sticky residue and let it slither up his arm and rest on his skin like a tattoo. Its tattoo form was what he found most interesting. It was always what the souls enjoyed most in life. He saw a knife with droplets begin to appear. He enjoyed the pain of his victims. He really did have a sorry life. As Ajax's eyes returned to the woman in front of him, he saw her face paling, her pale blue eyes were closing and she was about to join the man's body on the floor. Aw nuts! He caught her and stood there awkwardly holding her. “What do you do with an unconscious woman without involving humans? s**t! s**t! s**t! I don't need this right now”. He let out a tired sigh. Let's get you back to my place beauty. Suddenly, clicking heels were heard coming from the alley. Ajax tensed, ready to throw blondie over his shoulder and fight. “He was mine to claim Ajax,” said a drop dead gorgeous brunette. “Not now Miranda. I have s**t to do,” he snapped annoyed at the succubus. “Lilith will not be please,” she tsked. “Tell her to take that up with Pythius,” He shrugged nonchalantly. As he retreated she called out after him “I'll be seeing you Jaxy.” He cringed, he hated that nickname. It was what his mother used to call him before she died. f*****g succubae, you screw once and they know everything about you. He materialized in his home and laid the beauty on his bed before he summoned his father.