Reaper vs. Ripper by Stacey Rourke (Fear the Reaper Book 1)
English | 2020 | Fantasy | ePUB | 1.4 MB
History knows me by many names. Nyx, the Goddess of Night. Lilith, the Lady of Darkness. Selaphiel, the fifth angel of God. But the course of my life has been determined by my greatest mistake. I opened the gate and allowed Lucifer to fall. Booted from Heaven for my sin, I serve my penance as a reaper. By collecting history’s most twisted souls, I work to one day earn my ticket home.
The heinous crimes of Jack the Ripper are known throughout the ages, yet his true identity remains shrouded in mystery. Scythe in hand, it falls to me to claim his soul. Who he is, I don’t care. What made him this way makes no difference. My lone goal is to ensure that he face final judgment.
Ring the bell and alert the Bobbies. It’s reaper versus Ripper in a battle for the title of the true harbinger of death…
Blackbeard slammed the rest of his tankard of rum, then fired one shot into the kneecap of his first mate. Blood spurting from his wound, the shrieks of Israel Hands ignited chaos aboard the Queen Anne’s Revenge. Crewmen came running—some to offer aid, others prepared for battle with their weapons drawn. One glance at the scene and each face folded with confusion.
Planting his boot on the edge of the table, Blackbeard shoved his chair back and rose to his feet. He tossed his arms up, letting his voice boom off the creaking sidewalls of the ship. “Why would I inflict such pain on one of my own? Because if I don’t shoot a crewman from time to time, you will forget who I am!”
His men had the audacity to look shocked. Frightened, even. Ironic, considering all those they harmed at their captain’s command.
From the shadows of that grisly scene, I emerged. Hidden beneath the black shroud that embodied the mystique of my kind, I adjusted the grip on my scythe and stepped out into the flickering candlelight. “Well, you could try to endear yourself to their hearts by being an outstanding leader. Or, you know, randomly maim some folks. Really, you can go either way with that.”
Shocked gasps rose at the sight of me. Some among them crossed themselves in hopes a god they had long since forsaken would protect them. It was good that they were struck with a healthy dose of fear. It would make what came next easier. Planting the staff of my scythe against the weathered floorboards, I leaned against it and let the poison of my presence seep through the cramped quarters.
At the feminine lilt of my voice, Blackbeard’s top lip twitched into a snarl. “Well, aren’t you a brazen lass for stowing away on my ship. Do you know what I do to women I find at sea?”
“I do.” With my hood covering my features, I dipped my head in a deep nod. “But it’s so fucking classy, I would love to hear you say it out loud.”
Closing in on me with heavy footfalls, Blackbeard brought with him the stench of booze and syphilis. (Yes, it has a smell. No, it’s not pleasant.) “I strangle the life out of them, then toss them overboard to spare them from being raped and abused.”