Eclectic Cycle

Demon Draw: Part Two

Hello, fiends! In my neck of the woods, it is a dreary bleary Monday. Good news for fans of "The Last Savior Trilogy" because I have nothing else to do but write A Fury of Angels today (besides blogging, laundry, dishes, entertaining a three year old princess, paying bills, cooking supper-other than those trifling matters!). I hope your day is filled with sunshine and song instead of grey skies and a sudden cold snap.

For those of you who read the first excerpt from my longish short "Demon Draw" here is the second excerpt. Friendly reminder that this is a story for adults. It is violent and has adult scenes. If you are under eighteen, stop reading now. If you are over eighteen and like dark fantasy about demons, enjoy!

"Demon Draw: Part Two"

He towered over the end of the bed, completely nude, beautiful and hideous, alien and unnatural. His features were perfect, but his gaze was mad. He spread his huge fingers and began to pull the cover off, slowly unsheathing his prize.

As the cover slid down, she swore again that this was the very last time. The very last. She would find a different way to earn her living, another cloak with which to hide her shame. But as she tensed herself to act, she knew that the path through the incubus was the only way forward. There was no other path for an old whore like her.

Now that his prey was uncovered, the incubus used his bone-white knee to nudge her ankles apart. He did not try to glamor her with his fathomless gaze, so she knew that this one must like a fight. Most demons did—a lesson she had learned from painful experience.

Her heart hammering so hard that she thought it would explode, Valena kicked out with her bare foot and connected with his rock-hard thigh. The incubus laughed low in his throat, and swatted her leg away as he moved forward again. His laughter sounded like gravel thudding into an abyss.

Holding a scream back, Valena fumbled the stopper out of the vial and threw the blessed waters in his face, hoping to hear his unearthly scream as the waters scorched him.

The water dripped down his chin and onto her bare thigh—and did nothing. Valena swore under her breath, her anger overshadowing her terror for a moment. The priest who had blessed the holy water must not have believed. Or they had sent her out with weak defenses on purpose...

The incubus bared his teeth at her, and she saw a pronounced stirring at the juncture of his thighs.

Water dripped on her belly as he moved forward. She spat out her next defense. “By the Lord's will, I command you—”

His heavy hand slammed across her face and she tumbled sideways, feeling something crack in her jaw. Through the red haze of pain, she felt his influence subtly working its way under her skin and into her groin.

As blood coated her teeth, a deep thrill emerged in her aching breast. She felt a need to be conquered. A need to be filled. Valena found herself weakening to his influence, allowing herself to be rolled over with ease, watching her betraying knees part.

His greedy gaze lingered in the flickering candlelight. He grabbed her hurting jaw, forcing her eyes to meet his. She was being pulled into his world of dark desires and pulsating need, her loins on fire, her fingers loosening, the knife slipping from her fingers—

A buried animal instinct, a flash of her beloved's face, some good thing, some force of right and light made her will break from his. She tightened her fingers around the worn handle of the sacred knife and thrust it upward. The obsidian blade slipped between his ribs and she twisted, her wrist weak, her inner voice screaming work—please work—I have no other defense—banish the demon—WORK—

And that is all you get! If you want to read the rest of the tale, here are the links:

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