Demon's Song

Demon's Song Elizabeth Blackthorne Copyright © 2023 Elizabeth Blackthorne All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other non-commercial uses permitted by copyright law. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents are either products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, persons living or deceased, is entirely coincidental and not intended by the author. No part of this book may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without express written permission of the publisher. Edited by Elemental Editing and Proofreading Cover by Hannah Sternjakob Designs Interior Graphics by Etheric Designs Contents Author Note . Chapter 1. CHAPTER ONE 2. CHAPTER TWO 3. CHAPTER THREE 4. CHAPTER FOUR 5. CHAPTER FIVE 6. CHAPTER SIX 7. CHAPTER SEVEN 8. CHAPTER EIGHT 9. CHAPTER NINE 10. CHAPTER TEN 11. CHAPTER ELEVEN 12. CHAPTER TWELVE 13. CHAPTER THIRTEEN 14. CHAPTER FOURTEEN 15. CHAPTER FIFTEEN 16. CHAPTER SIXTEEN 17. CHAPTER SEVENTEEN 18. CHAPTER EIGHTEEN 19. CHAPTER NINETEEN 20. CHAPTER TWENTY 21. CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE 22. CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO 23. CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE 24. CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR Also By Elizabeth Blackthorne About the Author Author Note Thank you for choosing this book to read! Although several people have edited and proofread the book, typos and mistakes still manage to slip through, so if you do find any mistakes, please do email me at [email protected] if you find any. Please DON’T report to Amazon, as it might mean they take the book down, and I’d rather just correct it! WARNINGS AND TRIGGERS The Requiem of the Fallen series is based on ancient Abrahamic mythology and religion, using sources such as the Apocrypha and the Bible. However, creative liberties have been taken and this series is meant as a work of fiction and is not meant to cause offence. This book contains: MF and MM scenes, including an MM relationship separate from the harem. Possible triggers: Swearing Graphic sex Gore and violence Dub con References to drug addiction and paraphrenalia None shall sleep,None shall sleep!Even you, oh Princess,In your cold room,Watch the stars,That tremble with loveAnd with hope.But my secret is hidden within me,My name no one shall know,No... no...On your mouth, I will tell it,When the light shines.And my kiss will dissolve the silence that makes you mine!(No one will know his name and we must, alas, die.)Vanish, o night!Set, stars! Set, stars!At dawn, I will win!I will win!I will win! English translation of Nessun Dorma, from the opera Turandot by Puccini CHAPTER ONE“What did I do?” I turned in a slow circle, taking in the carnage around me. Blood drenched the floor, sticky against my bare feet. I looked at my hands, covered with viscous crimson gore that was already turning to dried, brown flakes on my pale skin. Blood covered not only my hands but my bare arms as well, and the black shirt and shorts I wore were soaked through.In one hand, I held a large knife, and in the other, a piece of wood with a jagged end that looked like it might have been a table leg at some point. I was detached, breathing calmly as I looked around at the devastation I had apparently caused. Panic and terror lingered in the back of my mind, tempting me to scream and lose it completely. A switch flipped somewhere deep inside me, imbuing an unnatural calmness which wrapped around me like a blanket, and I stepped back, trying to analyze the situation.I was in a room without windows. There was one door and no other exit I could see. The walls were bare peeling plaster, with dark stains halfway up the walls. Mold maybe. The men who lay scattered around the floor looked rough. They were dirty, stinky, and human. Blood spatter covered the walls and floor, and there wasn’t a single sound. I had killed them all, and I didn’t remember why. I killed them all. I killed them all. I... No, get it together, keep it together. It must have been self-defense. I need to get out of here.I placed the piece of wood on a nearby table but kept the knife in my hand just in case there were more of them. My mind danced around the worst possible scenarios. I had no idea where I was, why I was here, or who I was. Everything up until this moment was blank. Panic rose again, and I shut it down hard. Panic wouldn’t help me. Clearly, I had been in enough danger that I had to take human lives to protect myself. Or maybe you’re the dangerous one and they are innocent. I pushed that thought away and took a deep breath. The metallic taste of blood filled my mouth, and I reached up to my face. It was covered with blood too. Panic rose, and I scrubbed hard at my mouth with the back of my hand, but it didn’t do much good. I swallowed, trying to breathe slower.Keeping the knife at the ready, I searched the bodies of the men I killed. There were four of them, and they each bore several nasty wounds. I hadn’t held back apparently. My stomach lurched at the thought. What did I do? How could I have done this? Why? Unless it wasn’t me. That made sense. I was being set up. There was no way I could take on four large men, except a sly sensation deep down told me it would be child’s play. No. Concentrate. Find something to tell you where or who you are.Trying to avoid as much of the mess as I could, I went through pockets, but there was very