Excerpts

EXCERPT 1
 "You do not want to do that." Joey could sense the man’s hesitation to pull the trigger, even while his back was facing towards the barrel of the gun. The man only grew tenser with every second of silence. "You will not be the one who makes it out of this." Joey already knew the man was going claim he had no choice, though he wasn't audible through all his stammering and stuttering. What a shame, Marcus was just the pawn in this deadly game of cat and mouse. With one swift motion Joey swung around, kicking the gun from Marcus's hand to the sidewalk across the street. Fear struck Marcus like an arrow through the heart. He held his shaking hands up in surrender. "P . . . P . . . P . . Please. I was only doing my job." It was unlike Joey to feel remorse for a being who had chosen a lifestyle that disobeyed set laws. However, in this particular instance Joey could feel the genuine sorrow from Marcus. Marcus had been raised into this lifestyle, bought as a young boy. He had never felt, joy or happiness or even comfort. The only thing Marcus ever felt besides loneliness was worry he would not make it next meal. Marcus was truly sorry for the things his father and boss had required of him; and for that Joey was going to let him off the hook. “I will give you one chance and one chance only, so do not waste it or think me weak. I will know of any further involvement you have in crimes towards society. If I catch you living anything but an honorable life, mark my words, I will be back for you.”Joey left Marcus with the money for to take a cab to a hotel and enough money to get started living the right way. Back at the bosses office Joey tossed three bundles of cash on his mahogany desk. “You cannot think that fool actually would have been able to get rid of me that easy do you?” “You know how this game goes,” the boss chuckled, “I have to keep you on your toes.” “There is your cash, next time do not presume me so naive.” “I trust Marcus is no longer my liability?” “I am not sure how much trust you can put in convicts, but as far as Marcus goes, he will not again be available.” Returning to his hotel, Joey laid back in the solitary comfort of his bed. he would have to tackle all of the body guards to attend to his assignment. After an hour of rest he would tend to the two who visited the eighth street bar as if it was an inbred ritual. The bar was filled with the loud chaos of drunks and hookers; taking advantage of the night away from reality. Joey spotted two of his immortal foes, drowning themselves in a pool of paid girls, making sure they were drunk enough they would not say no. They would never know Joey was after them so he took upon himself to follow their example, picking up a hooker or two for himself; keeping himself occupied until the two were done indulging themselves. There was no need to cause a scene when they would leave just as they had come. Joey pleasured the girls, though they could not pleasure him as much in return. No human female would be able to fully give him what he needed; his sexual desire for a demon females embrace was far more intense then a human could handle. The girls could not have been happier by the time they parted from his touch; as he could not have been more motivated to move on from this job and get back home. Meaningless sex could only mean so much. After dispelling of the two with hardly any effort, he took care of the rest in the next few hours to come. Waiting for them all to gather and blowing them sky high all at once. 


EXCERPT 2 
Reaching her belt, he worked her pants off her legs as he worked his mouth on her nipples. Being shed of all but her panties she cradled his body between her legs. His body went even harder for Cilia as he moved his hand over her silk panties. She gasped the second his hand made contact. Slowly rubbing her, he could feel her wetness seeping through the silk fabric to his fingers and he ached to taste her there. Trailing his lips down over her belly increased his anticipation. As instantly as his lips touched her panty line the mood was killed by the sound of the door bell and his name being shouted from outside the front door. Huffing and puffing and agitated he pushed himself up, straightened his shirt, and gave Cilia one last long lingering kiss before he left. Deumos had never been one for patience, and today her patience was running even thinner. She paced the walkway entrance waiting for her brother to hurry up and let her in. She had no fears about being princess of the underworld but something had her uneasy, and she could not help but wonder what. “Abigor!” Deumos hurried inside the house so fast she nearly knocked him over on the way through the doorway. “You know you have the worst timing ever,” Abigor mumbled as he ran his hands over his face. He looked frustrated and tired, but she dismissed his apparent feelings as she slammed the door closed and proceeded to lock the various locks on the door. “I am so sorry to just barge in like this but I had no choice, I need your help.” “What’s going on?” Immediately his expression changed. “Well . . . um . . . I am not sure exactly.” Deumos stalked over to the living room and fell on the nearest piece of furniture. “About a week ago I started feeling uneasy, and now I feel like I am on the verge of losing my mind.” “Maybe you should talk to dad, or see a therapist.” Abigor offered. “No,” she stammered. “It is not that kind of losing my mind.” “There is more than one kind of losing your mind?” Deumos looked exasperated, “There is something after me, and I don’t think I am strong enough to fight it.”