Yesterday's post was short and rambling due to my sleep deprivation. Late last night, I got the email from Amazon saying that Old War Stories was officially available in the Kindle Bookstore (for both purchase and borrowing). Here's the link for easy access:
Old War Stories - Amazon
Well, in honor of my second book going live, here is the first chapter of Old War Stories for you to enjoy:
The cat looked at me and gave me a
weird feline grin. Its yellow eyes were
way too intelligent, like it knew what it was about to do. And then, “MEOW!!!”
“Roxanne, come get this
thing! It’s making noise and it stinks!”
Walking into the room, “Derrick, it
is just a kitten! Come here precious.” She reached down and took
the thing out of my hands.
“That thing is a terror! It’s
worse than those two Greed demons we put down by the docks.”
In case you’re new here, my name is
Derrick Grimm and the good looking lady holding the cat is my sidekick Roxanne.
Getting slapped on the head,
“Oww! What was that for?” Roxanne’s eyes were flashing red.
“I am far more than just your
sidekick! Don’t you make me sound like some waif who is reliant upon you!
“Wait, how did you know what I was
thinking?”
With an evil grin, “I know
everything.” With that, she took the feline terror and walked back to the
kitchen.
Where was I? Oh yeah, I’m
Derrick and that was my business partner, girlfriend, and all around awesome
lady Roxanne.
“That is much better!” Good
lord, I need to be careful around her.
Anyways, the two of us run this
little private eye agency in south Philly called Death Among Us. We
handle very sensitive cases if you catch my drift. We’re also a lot more
than what we seem, which is a nice way of saying we aren’t human. Don’t worry,
neither was the cat I was just holding. No, that thing was a lot more
than just some poor stray.
“Have you gotten to the part where
you told the people I’m a sex demon and you’re the Horseman Death?”
“No I haven’t and you just ruined
it for me! C’mon, why do you always do this to me?”
There was no answer. That figures, she takes the thunder and
leaves me with the small details. Well,
she’s right. I’m the Horseman Death,
brother of War, Conquest, and Famine.
Those three hang out in Eden, the Garden of Eternity while I slum it up
on Earth. As for Roxanne, she is a Lust
demon (a succubus if you will) and the daughter of the most dangerous one,
Lilith.
So, how did we get paired up? A very interesting question with an equally
interesting answer. Well she tricked the
shit out of me to take care of her former boss, and lover, Beelzebub. In the process, I was able to tap back into
my celestial fire and regained a bit of my former glory.
So the two of us stuck together
after that, settling in Philadelphia and opening this little agency. So far, most of our clients were humans who’d
dabbled in something they shouldn’t have and brought a demon over. Those were the easy jobs that paid well too.
Unfortunately with our current
case, it seemed something a bit more was happening. I guess we should take this story from the
top.
**Two Days Earlier**
“AHHHHH FUCK ME!!!!”
Good night she was loud, but it’d
been a few days and Roxanne was horny. I
hadn’t even made it to the bedroom before she jumped me. Not that I’m complaining, trust me.
The Lust demon was mounted on me,
my pants still halfway on, and giving into her inner desires. “Impale me with your scythe! Ughhhh!!!”
She was a bit campy when she got
into this state, but I was too caught up in the actual physical acts to
care. It had been a few days for me too
after all and I was enjoying the extra special care I was receiving. The best part is when she was totally gone
like this, she did most of the work.
Granted in a few hours or so, I’d be expected to pay back, but que sara.
She ripped my shirt away and
grabbed my shoulders for leverage. It
happened before I could do a damn thing about it. She tightened up around me and a few extra
gyrations for my benefit. She looked me
directly in the eye, “FILL ME NOW!!!”
That always does it. I don’t know about you, but when a hot girl
commands me to do something, I tend to go along with it. I finished up well before her, but she kept
working and coaxed out another, smaller, orgasm from me.
When she finished, she collapsed on
the floor beside me, the sex minx gone, replaced by the sweet Angel-Friend that
the Arch-Angel Michael had bestowed her as.
“Phew, I needed that! You
shouldn’t keep me waiting lover boy!”
I was insulted. “Umm, you were the one saying I needed to
take on more clients. I do believe you
told me the rent doesn’t pay itself.”
She poked me on the nose. “You’re so cute when you’re riled up. Oh yeah!”
She jumped up and hiked her skirt back up, “Veronica called and is on
her way over.”
“Roxanne, you’re killing me, you
know that?”
She just winked and scattered off
to get ready for our visitor. Veronica
was an angel and a particularly cool one in my book. She got me out of a bad contract I once
signed with a traitor named Yuri.
I too got myself presentable and
went out to the front office area of our apartment/agency. We got a great deal on the office front and
the one bedroom pad right behind it. And
by ‘we,’ I mean Roxanne. She charmed the
pants off the landlord, literally. It
was quite the embarrassing scene, especially in front of his wife.
“Hey, you made dinner?” I walked in to the kitchen full of wonderful
smells. Tonight it seemed meatloaf was
on the menu.
“Of course, I thought it would be
rude to not invite her to dine with us.”
She bent over and popped open the oven.
In one swift motion, she pulled out a perfectly cooked meal. “Stop gawking at my ass and set the table.”
“Yes dear.” Caught again!
None-the-less she wasn’t wearing any underwear and my curious nature was
rewarded. Doing as I was told though, I
got three places settings in order just as the office door bell rung. Our guest was here.
“Roxy, Derrick, you two back there?”
“Yeah, we’re in the kitchen! Roxanne made you dinner.”
It only took a few moments, but a
beautiful blonde Angel walked in. Just
like every other time I’ve seen her, she was dressed in a business suit and had
a brief case with her. She smiled as she
walked in. “Roxy, you did not have to go
to the trouble.”
“It was nothing, besides what you
don’t eat, the garbage disposal,” she pointed at me, “will take care of.”
The three of us gathered around the
table. To no one’s great surprise, I put
away quite a few pieces of meatloaf, plus two baked potatoes. Neither of the girls ate that much, which
gave them ample time to talk about way the angel was here.
“I have recently received a disturbing
request in this area. I know the
agreement is no longer in place, but I thought I might try to bring you in on
this one Derrick, if you are up for it.”
My mouth was full, so Roxanne
answered on behalf of both of us. “For
you, we will do anything. Tell us more
about this request darling.”
She grabbed her briefcase and
pulled out a file. “A few nights ago, an
anomaly was reported, a minor spirirt was abducted from its home. A local coven of witches somehow got their
hands on it and are up to something.
Intel suggests they might be trying to call an Arch-Demon.”
Well that didn’t sound good. “How long ago did this happen? And what type of minor spirit are we dealing
with?”
“We are not sure when the abduction
took place or how it all ended up here.
As for the spirit itself, right now that is going to stay
classified.” She looked at us, and
something struck me as odd. “At first we
were tempted to handle this on our own, but after a meeting with Michael, it
was decided to reach out to you.”
Ignoring my hunch something was off
for the time being, “Hmm… where do we start our investigation?”
She handed me the report to read
while she talked. “Down by the docks of
the Delaware River. If possible, would
you be able to go down there tonight and see if we missed anything?”
Roxanne smiled and knocked my fork
out of my hand. “You can eat later,
we’ve got a job!”
“But I’m still hungry…”
-Jack
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