The Slayers

Third Person POV.

Sloppy sounds echoed in the mayor’s room, followed by the muffled moans of a slender woman with unruly raven hair. She was one of the mayor's pleasure girls.

The man’s deep grunts flew into the air as the woman beneath him struggled to keep up with his deep thrusts. Her unruly hair tousling over the arm of the couch as the mayor narrowed deeper into her.

Her eyes were shut in bliss, a complete contrast to her gaped mouth that spilled out her cries of untamed ecstasy.

The town’s people thought of the four rulers as morally righteous men they could repose their trusts in, little did they know about the abounding secrets of these men.

All the Four rulers wanted was for people to bow at their mercy. Just like the supernaturals, they loved power. Hence, their reason for becoming immortals.

Who’d know these men had existed for two centuries in this town? No one knew the truth except them and their witch, Sinai.

“Stop screeching like a banshee!” Mayor Hanks spluttered with