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New Indie Author of The Hell Hound Series. I look forward to starting this new writing adventure, and gaining new friends a long the way :)
Teaser # 1
The Hell Hounds
Prologue:
Jude -
I needed to atone for my sins, and because of it I was punished for the life of rebellion that I lived. Forced to do the Dark lord's bidding and to bring justice to those whose transgressions were of the dark kind. I lived a life of eternal damnation. Leniency they call it, simply because I am not forced to live in the inferno, instead I have been given the task of (Soulseeker). I do not like what I stand for, nor do I believe I am bringing the evil to justice. I am simply feeding the belly of the beast. The Dark Lord took joy in seeing the downfall of the humans for it was he that had proclaimed, predicted and promised our Lord and Savior that humans were not worth saving. They would always sin, and they would forget our Saviors name. And right He was. Eventually they did. The humans always choose the carnal over the holy, and without reluctance violated God's will. I am a Hellhound, I seek the sinners and bring them to their sentencing. There is a price you pay when you toil with the Darkness. I am that price. I lurk in the shadows as I track my pray. I am great at what I do, because it keeps me from drowning in my own madness. You know that saying "Idle Hands Are the Devil's Workshop". So I choose to engross myself in my task.
Then came the day that changed me. I was given my assignment, her name was Arienne, and instantly I was drawn to her like a moth to a flame. Arienne would consume me in my entirety. With her I would learn the meaning of repentance and pure unconditional love. She would be my undoing and I was willing to let her, and accept my fate as hers.
Chapter 1: The encounter
Arienne -
I was far from home, and far from the hot humid Miami weather that I was used too. I was now in King's College on scholarship accepted to study Medicine in the undergraduate program at Cambridge. Sitting in my dorm at Keynes building, most would have had a sense of accomplishment. I should have been happy, excited or maybe not, maybe I should have been anxious but I was neither. Instead here I was on the first day of college wanting to drown within the crowd. I wanted to fade away as if my existence never occurred. I deserved to be erased, I had nothing to offer mankind. I was just a faded dot on the map of humanity. I knew my day of reckoning was soon to come. You see I made a deal with the Devil some time ago. I was 8 years old to be exact, and as I lay there on my stepfathers bed being violated by the very hands that were supposed to protect me, I called out to the heavens, but it wasn't the heavenly angels who heard my cries, it was the Darkness instead. I couldn't take the pain, it was unbearable. As I shut my eyes and grasped the bed sheets tightly, tears streaked down my cheeks, wishing away my pain It was the Dark Angel that leaned over me ever so gently caressing and comforting, softly whispering promises of love and freedom from all my agony. All I had to do was promise this inhumanly beautiful creature my soul for his to keep and do with as he pleased. He knew I was powerless, and I would have done anything to take the pain away. I didn't understand the repercussions of what I would be doing. Ten years from that day he would return to collect his debt. And so on that fretful hot humid Sunday, I had agreed. I gave everything that was holy within me to the Darkness. I figured what more could I possibly lose when my stepfather had already taken all that was pure from me. I now understand the severity of what I had done, and so now I patiently wait for my day of judgement.
Teaser: #2
Her Sanctuary:
I found her in her favorite place to hide and find solace, her Sanctuary. This seemed to be the place where she found peace and comfort within her heart. It appeared that this was the case for a lot of people. These four walls of block and cinder was a safe haven from the Darkness for most. If they only knew that this so called safe haven was exactly what I mentioned before, simply four walls of cement. Entirely penetrable by anything that lurks in the dark. Before me, was the very person that had the power to make me or break me. Arienne looked absolutely stunning kneeling in front of the alter, her face lit up by the luminous glow of the candles. Her eyes were closed in prayer, as her hands held her rosary and moved slowly and gently against each bead. I admired the movement of her lips as she said her (Hail Mary's). My thoughts became sinister, I wanted to reject them, but I couldn't. That's what I am, a beast that prays on its victim. I lurk, and wait until the timing is right, and then I go for the kill. I knew I should stay away from her, but the beast in me yearned for this fragile human. I wanted to taste and nibble. I wanted her blood on my lips. I could only imagine how exquisite the sweet tang on my tongue would taste like.
I slowly crept towards the kneeling Angel in front of me. As I slowly began to lower myself and kneel behind this beautiful creature before me, my heart began to speed up, and my breathing became unsteady. Arienne was now well aware of my presence. I detected it in the slight flutter of her heart, but still she remained poised and continued with her prayer.
Arienne -
I did not hear my intruder, but my body was well attuned to his presence. He was the magnet, and I was the metal. It was basic science. My body reacted and moved towards his. I couldn't defy the laws of physics. I should have felt violated by his intrusion into my Sanctuary, but I would be lying if I said I didn't want him here. If I was being honest with myself, I wanted him in any which way that was possible.
I felt as he slowly knelt behind me, and brought his lips so very close to my ear. His breath ragged as he breathed in and out in rapid succession. His firm strong hands slowly came down on my arms as he gently caressed his way down until he reached my hands and cupped them tightly under his. My body bowed against his, my back to his front, our chests rising and falling moving in sync to the lull that our breathing created. (I want you so very badly Arienne) he softly whispered, "I know I shouldn't" "but I can't stay away, my sweet girl." My breath faltered, as I tightly squeezed my eyes shut, trying to deny my body what I knew it desperately wanted. This was sacrilege. He shouldn't be here! this was my Sanctuary from all that was evil. I knew then that all my prayers were in vain. I was not protected, and evil can come and go as it pleased it didn't matter the time or place.
"Arienne? let me keep you" he cooed. I faltered in his embrace as my rosary slipped from the grasp of my fingers, and softly rolled from my lap to the floor. "You don't have to ask Jude, I'm yours" "Always, I'm yours". His hand cupped my jaw as he pulled my mouth back to his from behind. I willingly opened myself for him. I wanted to taste him, feel him, mold myself into him.
The Hell Hounds
Prologue:
Jude -
I needed to atone for my sins, and because of it I was punished for the life of rebellion that I lived. Forced to do the Dark lord's bidding and to bring justice to those whose transgressions were of the dark kind. I lived a life of eternal damnation. Leniency they call it, simply because I am not forced to live in the inferno, instead I have been given the task of (Soulseeker). I do not like what I stand for, nor do I believe I am bringing the evil to justice. I am simply feeding the belly of the beast. The Dark Lord took joy in seeing the downfall of the humans for it was he that had proclaimed, predicted and promised our Lord and Savior that humans were not worth saving. They would always sin, and they would forget our Saviors name. And right He was. Eventually they did. The humans always choose the carnal over the holy, and without reluctance violated God's will. I am a Hellhound, I seek the sinners and bring them to their sentencing. There is a price you pay when you toil with the Darkness. I am that price. I lurk in the shadows as I track my pray. I am great at what I do, because it keeps me from drowning in my own madness. You know that saying "Idle Hands Are the Devil's Workshop". So I choose to engross myself in my task.
Then came the day that changed me. I was given my assignment, her name was Arienne, and instantly I was drawn to her like a moth to a flame. Arienne would consume me in my entirety. With her I would learn the meaning of repentance and pure unconditional love. She would be my undoing and I was willing to let her, and accept my fate as hers.
Chapter 1: The encounter
Arienne -
I was far from home, and far from the hot humid Miami weather that I was used too. I was now in King's College on scholarship accepted to study Medicine in the undergraduate program at Cambridge. Sitting in my dorm at Keynes building, most would have had a sense of accomplishment. I should have been happy, excited or maybe not, maybe I should have been anxious but I was neither. Instead here I was on the first day of college wanting to drown within the crowd. I wanted to fade away as if my existence never occurred. I deserved to be erased, I had nothing to offer mankind. I was just a faded dot on the map of humanity. I knew my day of reckoning was soon to come. You see I made a deal with the Devil some time ago. I was 8 years old to be exact, and as I lay there on my stepfathers bed being violated by the very hands that were supposed to protect me, I called out to the heavens, but it wasn't the heavenly angels who heard my cries, it was the Darkness instead. I couldn't take the pain, it was unbearable. As I shut my eyes and grasped the bed sheets tightly, tears streaked down my cheeks, wishing away my pain It was the Dark Angel that leaned over me ever so gently caressing and comforting, softly whispering promises of love and freedom from all my agony. All I had to do was promise this inhumanly beautiful creature my soul for his to keep and do with as he pleased. He knew I was powerless, and I would have done anything to take the pain away. I didn't understand the repercussions of what I would be doing. Ten years from that day he would return to collect his debt. And so on that fretful hot humid Sunday, I had agreed. I gave everything that was holy within me to the Darkness. I figured what more could I possibly lose when my stepfather had already taken all that was pure from me. I now understand the severity of what I had done, and so now I patiently wait for my day of judgement.
Teaser: #2
Her Sanctuary:
I found her in her favorite place to hide and find solace, her Sanctuary. This seemed to be the place where she found peace and comfort within her heart. It appeared that this was the case for a lot of people. These four walls of block and cinder was a safe haven from the Darkness for most. If they only knew that this so called safe haven was exactly what I mentioned before, simply four walls of cement. Entirely penetrable by anything that lurks in the dark. Before me, was the very person that had the power to make me or break me. Arienne looked absolutely stunning kneeling in front of the alter, her face lit up by the luminous glow of the candles. Her eyes were closed in prayer, as her hands held her rosary and moved slowly and gently against each bead. I admired the movement of her lips as she said her (Hail Mary's). My thoughts became sinister, I wanted to reject them, but I couldn't. That's what I am, a beast that prays on its victim. I lurk, and wait until the timing is right, and then I go for the kill. I knew I should stay away from her, but the beast in me yearned for this fragile human. I wanted to taste and nibble. I wanted her blood on my lips. I could only imagine how exquisite the sweet tang on my tongue would taste like.
I slowly crept towards the kneeling Angel in front of me. As I slowly began to lower myself and kneel behind this beautiful creature before me, my heart began to speed up, and my breathing became unsteady. Arienne was now well aware of my presence. I detected it in the slight flutter of her heart, but still she remained poised and continued with her prayer.
Arienne -
I did not hear my intruder, but my body was well attuned to his presence. He was the magnet, and I was the metal. It was basic science. My body reacted and moved towards his. I couldn't defy the laws of physics. I should have felt violated by his intrusion into my Sanctuary, but I would be lying if I said I didn't want him here. If I was being honest with myself, I wanted him in any which way that was possible.
I felt as he slowly knelt behind me, and brought his lips so very close to my ear. His breath ragged as he breathed in and out in rapid succession. His firm strong hands slowly came down on my arms as he gently caressed his way down until he reached my hands and cupped them tightly under his. My body bowed against his, my back to his front, our chests rising and falling moving in sync to the lull that our breathing created. (I want you so very badly Arienne) he softly whispered, "I know I shouldn't" "but I can't stay away, my sweet girl." My breath faltered, as I tightly squeezed my eyes shut, trying to deny my body what I knew it desperately wanted. This was sacrilege. He shouldn't be here! this was my Sanctuary from all that was evil. I knew then that all my prayers were in vain. I was not protected, and evil can come and go as it pleased it didn't matter the time or place.
"Arienne? let me keep you" he cooed. I faltered in his embrace as my rosary slipped from the grasp of my fingers, and softly rolled from my lap to the floor. "You don't have to ask Jude, I'm yours" "Always, I'm yours". His hand cupped my jaw as he pulled my mouth back to his from behind. I willingly opened myself for him. I wanted to taste him, feel him, mold myself into him.
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