Here's a blurb and snippet from Demon Be Mine
Valios is a soul catcher, looking for human souls to make part of his own personal collection. When one he fancies steps into his club, he is unaware that his target is no ordinary human!
Unedited excerpt
One solitary light shone from the
ceiling in an otherwise dark filled room in a fancy penthouse above a busy
street. Cool breezes flowed through the window, making the space chilly but
still comfortable on this late summer night in Chicago.
“Another night,
another soul I’ve enjoyed draining the life from.” Valios smirked to himself,
wiping his mouth of the excess spirit he’d drank from this human he’d had his
eyes on for the better part of a week. “You’ve been a good man, Marcus, very
good. You tasted even better!” While he buttoned his black shirt, he enjoyed
the sight of the human’s frail frame. Gone were the colorful tattooed muscles
this young bodybuilder possessed; the very thing that attracted Valios to him
in the first place. Instead, a pale, lifeless, torso lay on the bed, amidst
blood red sheets strewn about the mattress. Marcus brown curls plastered to his
head from sweat after their wild romp. His blue eyes bulged out of his skull and
mouth gaped wide open, he appeared to have enjoyed his last kiss although one
that would ultimately cost him his life.
“Lovely.” In his
mind, Valios believed his method of killing was a work of art, only to be
appreciated by those who loved the darker sides of life. Death and sickness. They could be so beautiful, leaving behind a
picture perfect sight of suffering only the demons of death could understand.
Oh and those wretched humans who called themselves goths. Yes those, who
embraced the seedier sides of human existence and embraced the ideals of
pestilence, looking forward to their last days on earth. Such posers, who only
wanted to be part of something when they were only pretending. True believers in the beauty of death didn’t
wear all black clothing and visit graveyards for fun! Valios found these
people to be most annoying and vowed to rid the earth of them when he received
the ultimate gift from his maker.
For now however,
he’d go on enjoying the life his father Death had set out for him to do. Taking
pleasure in his existence, doing the work of a vampire but with oh so much more
flair. No melting in the sun for Valios and others like him. They combed the
world, far and wide, seeking out humans whose souls begged to be taken. How
could they tell? Soul catchers, the group which Valios belonged to, had the
distinct power to recognize a crying soul of a human who wished for happiness
on the other side. Perhaps something ailed them, they might’ve been terminally
ill, or they had a deep secret that couldn’t be told to loved ones. Whatever it
was, Valios and his companions found it. And when they did, they gave the human
what they asked for. Death. In peace. Silence. Leaving them completely lifeless
and without soul. For the most part, these individuals went to the maker to be
eternal slaves in his army. In other cases, the soul catchers or other demons
would take those men and or women for their own personal gratification.
Valios found himself
in this predicament right now; wanting a soul, a human he could call his very own.
His time on earth for the past three centuries proved to be most taxing on him.
A bore. He needed someone to give him the zest and the inspiration he’d once
had.
Continuing to
dress, he recalled the last few prospects he’d entertained to be his eternal
mate. One man, a gay CEO of a large company with everything to hide, all the
money in the world, but too full of himself. Valios figured only one man in this
relationship would be able to carry on in that manner. Another, a painter,
someone Valios just knew he could appreciate but the man was too moody and even
though Valios had powers, he wouldn’t be able to change the attitude of the man
he decided to settle down with.
I’m
a demon not a miracle worker!
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