Resurrection: the ability to resurrect the dead, could be others, could be oneself.

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The (*) in the title of the chapter stands for sexual content.

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H.S. // 6 Man

    "Shit."

  A throaty groan escaped my lips as I sunk into her, feeling the supple flesh of her ass hit my sharp hip bones as she pushed herself back onto my c.ock.

   "Fuck, Harry," she moaned deeply, as I began to pound into her roughly, wrapping her hair around my ring-clad knuckles to hold her steady.

   "Don't call me that," I hissed, tugging on her hair harshly, making her moan in pain and pleasure.

  Her words of apology were swallowed up with upcoming groans as I shifted my hips sharply, pulling and pushing into her deep enough to hit her sweet spot. My teeth clamped down on my bottom lip, forcing myself to gulp down my moans of pleasure as slammed my hips into her from behind. My eyes gazed down at where my slick c.ock was disappearing into her dripping sex, vision blurring due to the pleasure as I tried to focus on the task.

  This is for work, not for your own pleasure, Harry, my conscience reminded me as my bottom lip was freed and a shaky moan tumbled from my lips. I was ripped out from my thoughts when Celine whined, noticing that my movements have gone slow, probably because I was too wrapped up in my own thoughts.

  My movements sped up again, c.ock pounding into her repeatedly causing her moans to crescendo, ultimately turning into screams. My body dropped, fists balling as they dug into the mattress on either side of her head, holding me up. I pressed my face into her neck, biting the skin there to stop me from releasing my moans, as I fucked her hard and fast. The sinful sounds of my skin hitting hers filled my ears as I squeezed her breast roughly with one hand, before trailing it down her flat stomach to rub her c.lit.

  Her moans immediately increased in volume and pitch, causing me to cringe, scrunching my nose and eyebrows up at the inhumane noises. To avoid hearing her moans in that form, I tugged my hand away and pulled myself up, hands returning to its rightful place on her lean hips squeezing them before I gave her soft ass a sharp spank.

  She lurched forwards at the sudden movement, a strangled moan of pain/pleasure escaping her lips as I stared down with a smirk at my handprint that stained her ivory flesh. My orgasm inched nearer as I gripped her hips so tightly, bruises marking her skin.

   "Mhmm," she moaned into the white wrinkled sheets, pressing her cheek against the mattress as she spread her legs further. "Fuck me harder, Harry," she said, making me grit my teeth in annoyance at the mention of my name again.

  Her walls tightened against me as she approached her release, her ass slamming against my lower body in desperation to cum, the noises echoing across the room. My ring-cladded fingers wrapped around her ash blonde hair, tugging her backwards until her body rose off the mattress. It pulled all the way until her cheek was pressed against mine, returning to grip her waist as the other one fondled with her breast.

   "Beg for it," I growled into her ear lowly, as I squeezed her breast, making her moan out loud.

   "Please, Harry, make me cum," she begged, her dainty hand grabbing mine over her chest, trying to interlock our fingers.

  I pulled away in disgust, pushing her back onto her knees before pushing my cock back into her, sending her over the edge. A loud moan ripped through her throat as she released, it rang in my ears as I continued my movements until I hit my high as well. My body tense, muscles tightening as I felt my body explode with pleasure. After spilling into her, her body slumped, a hazy smile covering her face as she rolled onto her back.

  A euphoric giggle left her, her aquamarine eyes following me as I reached for my black jeans and pulled out my packet of cigarettes. Lighting one, I allowed it to dangle on my bottom lip, pulling my boxers and jeans on before she called my name out.

   "Harry, come here," she whined a little, making me groan lightly under my breath. Rolling my eyes, I trudged over to her standing over her naked body as I gazed down.

   "I told you I'd make you scream," I smirked cockily, climbing on top of her, letting my body rest against hers as I held myself up with my elbow.

   "Cocky bastard," she muttered, a ghost of her smile playing on her lips. I immediately narrowed my eyes at her words, clenching my jaw.

   "What did you say?"

   "Chill Harry, I didn't mean it," she laughed, making me inwardly cringe as she ran her fingers through my hair. I hated it when people touched my hair.

  She tugged my face down to kiss her, her thin lips pushing against mine hard as her legs wrapped themselves around my waist. I kissed her back reluctantly, figuring this was a great distraction as I brought my knife up. I pulled back for a breath, gazing at her with fake loving eyes before I slowly brought my knife to her throat. Her eyes widened with realization, turning glossy when she knew if she moved the slightest bit the knife would tear the skin of her neck.

   "I told you, not to call me, Harry," I told her with a sickly smile. "Salvatores vivat." Long live The Saviors.

  Her eyes widened significantly when I spoke my final words, but before she could say anything my blade had already dragged across the smooth skin of her throat, slicing it with ease. Bright crimson liquid spurted from the wound onto my face, I pulled back slowly, watching her gurgle, her hands coming up to cover her throat as blood poured and poured until her body went limp.

  Pushing myself off her body, I threw another careless glance at her before I took another drag of my cigarette, feeling the smoke fill my lungs up before it oozed out of my lips. Behind me, the door flew open and in walked my good mate, Jason Cogan. Jason worked for The Saviors just as I did, except I was more successful of course. The most successful.

   "Damn, another one?" he widened his leafy green eyes at the dead naked body, which belonged to the witch Celine.

   "Easy one," I uttered, walking into the open bathroom and rinsing my hands off.

   "That easy you took her out during sex?" he laughed, walking over to the body and covering it with a bed sheet.

   "After sex," I responded, walking out of the bathroom to my wardrobe to pull out some clean clothes. "Clean this up, will you?"

   "As always," he rolled his eyes at me; picking the dead body up that was wrapped in sheets.

   "She has powers of resurgence by the way, so tie her to the stake quick before she tries to bring herself back to life," I reminded him, as I walked into the bathroom once again.

    "She could still bring herself back to life after we burn her y'know?" he prompted me.

   "Nah, she ain't powerful enough," I yelled back, before slamming the bathroom door shut.

  The water dripped down my naked bloody body slowly, turning a rosy pink as it washed the blood away. I sighed deeply, raising my arms as I ran my fingers through my thick unruly curls. The steamy sensation of the hot water soothed me and dulled my thoughts, but they were there nevertheless, pulling me in as I began to remember why I had killed that woman.

  Witches were evil, and I was taught to despise them. Their witchcraft, spells, potions, all that bullshit was a threat to mankind; and The Saviors were there to stop them. Even though I have encountered many witches who were good-hearted, they were powerful and too naïve to see that. Witches, if gathered together, were able to wipe out the entire human race if they tried, may it be slow or quick. The Saviors were here to prevent that from happening.

  The Saviors have been there ever since the Salem witch trials back in the 1600s, we were the ones who brought them to court. We were always the ones to spot them out and burn them at stake. The witch population has dropped in numbers over the years as we became more and more successful with hunting them down. With technology evolving and whatnot, our weapons and devices became better at tracking them down and slaying them.

  Also, dotted all over the world were the Seven Supremes. They were the seven most powerful witches who ruled the different witch communities around the globe. Where there was a Supreme, there was a coven. More and more witches would gravitate towards wherever the Supreme is, thinking that the Supreme would protect them and keep them safe. But as long as The Saviors are alive, no witch is safe.

  I had a reputation for my witch count and for the fact that I had slayed six of the Seven Supremes, hence why I was called 6 Man. My father betrayed The Saviors, ended up getting kill. The day my father died, I promised myself to be better than him. To be loyal to The Saviors and to slay all the Supremes, something he never got to do.

  Generation by generation, Seven Supremes would always rise to power but The Saviors would stop them. The problem was as soon as the chain of Seven Supremes get taken down, their powers get passed onto the next generation where another line of Seven Supremes would rise. Over the recent years the Saviors have been working extremely hard in wiping out the entire witch population, in order to stop the Seven Supremes from being reborn.

  Luckily, we were getting successful. As I wiped out each of the six Supremes, The Saviors wiped out the witches in the country. Over the last two years, I have been on the watch for the 7th Supreme, researching and torturing other witches in order to gain any sort of information on the 7th one. But nothing has come up so far.

   "Harry!" Jason's loud voice ripped me from my deep thoughts. Banging on the door followed it.

   "What?" I yelled, turning the shower off and stepping out of the shower box. I wrapped a towel around my waist and swung the door open. "Yes?" I questioned impatiently.

   "I just got off the phone with Colton. He's got news on the 7th Supreme," Jason said with a serious expression as I felt my body flood with what seemed like excitement.

   "Fucking finally, I've been waiting two years for this shit," I grinned, hurrying around to get dressed quickly.

   "He wants us to come to base ASAP. I'll wait for you in the car, okay?" he said, grabbing his keys and heading off to April, his 1967 jet black Chevy impala. Yes, he named his car April.

  I threw on a plain black t-shirt with a clean pair of black jeans. Pulling on my signature black leather trench coat, I stuffed my gun loaded with silver bullets and my clean knife. The bloodstained bed sheets caught my eye just as I began to leave, making me groan knowing that I'd have to clean that mess up since Jason took care of the body.

   "I'll come back to that later," I muttered under my breath, switching the lights off before exiting out of the house.

  As soon as I walked into the cool night's air, I could hear the sound of water splashing around. I furrowed my brows before realizing what it meant, Jason must've been splashing Celine with kerosene. I heard angry yells along with the loud splashes of kerosene. Watching a witch burn at the stake always gave me an odd sense of pleasure, so I decided to go ahead and watch.

  Trudging around the back of the house I came face to face with the sight of a naked Celine tightly bound to a tall wooden stake, with Jason holding a large bottle of kerosene, pouring it onto the fire wood that surrounded the stake.

   "Well isn't this a lovely sight?" I grinned as I approached the two, watching how her azure eyes narrowed at me significantly.

   "You fucking bastard," she spat angrily. "If only I knew-"

   "Knew what? That I was 6 Man? What would you have done I wonder?" I questioned sarcastically. "Called all your witchy bitchy friends to help you?"

   "They would've kicked your ass," she snarled as Jason struck a matchstick and watched our conversation continue.

   "Not really? Wanna know why?" I smirked maliciously, making her pull her brows low as she tried to figure out where I was getting at. "Because they're all dead."

  Right then, Jason tossed the flaming matchstick into the pile of wood, dripping with kerosene, and it immediately caught the fire. I watched as the flames curled upwards, licking the witch as she screamed in agony. In only a few seconds, the witch's body was soon engulfed in flames, ripping their way to devour her body quickly. The black wisps of smoke rose to the ebony sky, dissipating as the fire continued to burn away and the witch's screams died gradually.

   "Salvatores vivat," Jason and I said in unison as we watched Celine burn away until the night was silent again, free from the cackling of the flames and the bloodcurdling screams of the witch.

   "Let's clean her up when we get back, otherwise we'll be late," Jason suggested, dusting his hands as if there was imaginary dust on them before walking away.

  As soon as I swung the car door open, a streak of black and brown sped past me and jumped inside, yapping loudly at Jason who freaked out, cussing wildly. I chuckled deeply under my breath, stepping into the car and slamming the door shut.

   "Why the hell does he have to come with us everywhere we go?" Jason groaned, giving the dog a deathly glare.

   "Because, wherever I go, Zeus goes," I grinned, scratching the back of Zeus' ear as he yapped happily. Zeus was practically my partner in crime; he was a mix between German shepherd and a Doberman. Zeus was trained to sniff out witches, and was very skillful at it. There was no place I went without Zeus.

   "You should get a dog, makes hunting easier," I told him as he started the car.

   "You know I'm cat person, Harry," he rolled his eyes at me, making me cringe.

   "Cats are for witches, Jason. You disgust me," I scoffed at him, pulling my seatbelt over my shoulder and buckling it in.

   "Shut the fuck up," he retorted as he started the car, the roar of the engine filling my ears as we took off.

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   "Late," Colton uttered as Jason and I walked into his office.

  I simply ignored him, strolling and plopping down on the chair in front of his desk. His office was fairly large. Photos of The Saviors decorated the walls on the right side of the room, along with a few precious souvenirs hung up. On the left side was a huge map of the world that covered the entire wall, on it was several pictures of the different witches and Supremes of the world. It looked like one of those evidence boards from them detective movies. The Supremes pictures were A4 sized; six of them had a huge red cross painted on it, marking them as dead. The seventh one was nowhere to be seen, perhaps because Colton got the news about it just recently.

   "Sorry boss," Jason apologized on my behalf as I stopped gazing at the wall and snapped my neck towards Colton.

   "So what's the news?" I questioned immediately, relaxing back into my chair as I kept on hand on the armrest and the other on top of Zeus' head.

   "Word has gotten to us that the 7th Supreme has been spotted in New Orleans, Louisiana," he started off, making me scoff.

   "Out of all places!" I scowled harshly. There was a huge coven in New Orleans, that place was crawling with witches. Witches whom were well aware of The Saviors and were prepared to take us down. We've been avoiding New Orleans, Louisiana for a while; scooping out witches from everywhere else except that place.

   "I'm sure you'll manage well with staying undercover," Colton reassured me. He threw a file across the table; I immediately grabbed it and flipped it open.

  Inside there were different types of documents about a woman around my age, which was 25 years old. There were a couple of photos of her, I left the file on the desk and picked up the photos of her.

  She was undeniably beautiful. Her skin was of a tawny beige complexion; practically smooth and flawless just by looking at the picture. Her curly chocolate hair framed her structured face, high cheekbones, thick sculptured lips, and florid cheeks. Yet her eyes, which were the most beautiful, color of steel blue mixed in with streaks of silver gray, looked mysterious and utterly captivating, trimmed by long dark fluttery lashes.

   "Wow, she's hot," Jason commented, gazing over my shoulder at the pictures, knocking me out of my thoughts.

   "She's biracial?" Jason questioned with an arched brow.

   "Indeed, her father is Haitian, the son of one of the most powerful voodooist in New Orleans. Her mother is Caucasian, of Norwegian, German, English and Dutch descent. Her mother was a Supreme from the previous generation," Colton stated, gazing at both of us with his thoughtful sky blue eyes.

   "Wait, does that mean she can do voodoo magic and shit?" I questioned immediately.

   "Yes, she has a real knack for voodoo magic. But she prefers witchcraft to voodoo. As you know, in New Orleans, there's discrimination between the black voodooists and the white witches. She is the only reason there is peace between the two communities," Colton explained, as I nodded.

   "Because she's basically black and white," I stated obviously.

   "Precisely. So, you have to be extra careful with this one, Harry. She already embodies the 7 Wonders, plus multiple other gifts, along with her talent for voodoo magic. You better watch out, I'll be sending you instructions and things you should be aware of once you get to New Orleans," Colton continued to talk as I carried on flicking through the pages of the file, keeping the photos aside.

   "She's a university professor at the University of New Orleans," I read out loud, inwardly cringing. "Couldn't have picked a better job, really," I muttered sarcastically under my breath, knowing what my undercover job would be.

   "What does she teach? History! Boring, but I'd definitely sit through a class of Nazi history just for her," Jason snickered, as I rolled my eyes and elbowed his gut.

   "What will I be teaching?" I sighed, looking up at Colton who gave me a rare smile.

   "Art."

   "Art! I haven't drawn or painted in years!" I complained, scrunching my nose up.

   "Better start practicing again. I've already emailed you the syllabus, make sure you check that out and do some research before leaving. It is mandatory you do this right, this mission will probably go on for a few months or so- "

   "A few months? Why the fuck will it take a months? I'll just get her to sleep with me and kill her then!" I exclaimed, causing him to give me a blank look.

   "I'm afraid it's not that easy. That woman has shit loads of protection around her, it will take a while to break the spells and take the people protecting her down, before you slay her. I want you to get her to trust you, so you can learn about them. Learn about the witches, their new strengths and weaknesses. I don't want you to just slay the Supreme Harry, not this time," Colton expounded, as I bit my lip, swallowing thickly.

   "Fuck," I couldn't help but say. This mission was different, Colton wanted me to stick around and learn instead of just slay her immediately and call it a day.

   "Will that be a problem? A challenge?" he questioned with a raise eyebrow and a hint of a smirk.

   "Absolutely not," I scowled, before looking back at the pictures. As long as I get to kill her at the end, I would do anything.

  I glanced at the basic information listed on a piece of paper in the file, before parting my lips and muttering to myself.

   "I'm coming for you Sage Everett."

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➰ whatcha think about the first chapter y'all!!!!! The '7th Supreme' will be shown during the next chapter 😛

➰ just saying again, there will be more sexual content in this book than any of my other books so if you don't like that, skip the parts or just don't read. The (*) in the title of the chapters are there as a warning.

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