A Vampire's Thirst
Once Nolan had been known as Temperance. He gave all souls
moderation in everything. He was good at his job, and he called heaven home --
until he fucked the wrong seraphim!
Now Nolan wiles away time as a vampire slayer serving the devil,
keeping an eye on Omen’s, a club for otherworldly creatures, and babysitting
Lucifer’s son. Not a job he expected to hold for damn near eight hundred years.
Nolan yearns to return home.
All Nolan has to do is utter three words and he can walk back
into the arms of his archangel.
Excerpt:
Temperance, moderation… ideas Nolan used to control in the
universe. Neither of those things meant shit to him anymore.
Standing between the devil and death stripped away every remnant
of balance imbued in Nolan upon his creation. Shit, if he hadn’t been buried
between the thighs of some fucking seraphim whose name escaped him even now,
he’d have provided the temperance needed to still the hand of Saint Peter’s
murderers, and he’d be languishing his days above, instead of here on earth, in
the devil’s playground.
Would God’s world have changed in any way if the Saint had lived?
It had been the year twelve hundred and fifty two when the bastard died for
fuck’s sake!
Nolan had stopped caring. He just wanted to go home.
His mind leaped to the last time he’d visited with Satan, the last
time he’d looked upon the portrait of the archangel who had banished him and
placed him at the right hand of the devil.
Gabriel wasn’t pissed off Saint Peter had died. He was mad as hell
Nolan’s cock had been buried somewhere other than his ass.
Thunder rippled overhead, shaking the walls until pictures crashed
to the floor. Glasses shattered to smithereens, sending deadly shards into the
air surrounding Nolan.
“Now there’s a fucking omen.” Peris appeared in front of Nolan and
clapped his hands, bringing everything to a grinding halt. “What in the devil’s
name were you thinking about for this shit to happen?”
Club Omen’s was frequented by otherworldly creatures. Werewolves,
gargoyles, ghosts, and demons, they all cavorted in the bar nightly. Only damn
brave humans sat much longer than it took to finish their beer or cocktail and
get the hell out. Dark energy ran rampant in the club, leaving normal people
with a nice dose of fear.
“Why didn’t you let him finish?” Peris owned Omen’s, and his daddy
was Satan. Nolan had had enough of Peris, wolves, gargoyles, every goddamn bit
of it. He snatched a cold beer out of thin air, turned the bottle up and
emptied it. “Trust me, he can’t hurt anyone but me here, and unless he calls me
home, there’s not a whole lot more he can do but leave a few scratches.”
“Hell’s sake, which angel up there has it out for you that badly?
Sure isn’t from my side of the family.”
Nolan cocked his head sideways. “What family do you have up there,
jackass?”
“Don’t get pissy with me.” Peris swept his arms around the room,
sending shit back to its proper place. “Damn glad no customers were here to see
this angelic display of godliness.” He grunted. “Might give them the
wrong idea of who’s bad and who’s good.”
Air whistled through Nolan’s lips. “Don’t you have someplace to
be? Maybe wagging your dick in Moni’s pussy or something?” He glared at Peris. “I
enjoy my own company just fine.”
“Oh, right, your own company, my ass. You’re f’ing around
with someone up there, and damn if I want them tearing my shit apart. If Daddy…
“
That was as far as Peris got. Nolan flashed up, snatched him by
the neck, lifted him a foot off the floor and squeezed just enough to make his
eyes bulge. “Fuck Satan.”
The floor shifted sideways, and Nolan dropped Peris, who skidded
across the floor on his ass, slamming into the bar. Using his powers, Nolan
lifted himself into the air. Still didn’t save him. Satan’s spiked, forked-tail
slashed through a flaming gash in the floor, wrapped around Nolan’s waist, and
drug him straight to hell.
Fuck me.
Lucifer glared at him, eyes red and full of fire. “I think maybe
you’ve lost your goddamn mind.”
Nolan smiled at the devil from his sprawled position on the floor.
“You could be right.”
Available at Changeling Press
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