Satan's Spawn

SATAN’S SPAWN ROYAL HEATHENS BOOK 1 DANDA K. WRITING AS JENNA STYX Published May 2023 Copyright © 2023 by (Danda K. writing as) Jenna Styx All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. NOTE: This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. The publication/use of these trademarks is not authorized, associated with, or sponsored by the trademark owners. Satan’s Spawn: Royal Heathens Book #1 Editor : Marissa Shaw at Shawsome Reads and Editing Services Proofreader : Tegan Reichuber, Brandi at My Notes in the Margin Cover Designer : Graphics By Stacy Formatting : Brandi at www.mynotesinthemargins.com Photo : Depositphotos ASIN: B0BWSSMM9P Created with Vellum CONTENTS Foreword Author’s Note Playlist Prologue 1. Bex 2. Bex 3. Bex 4. Crayton 5. Bex 6. Bex 7. Crayton 8. Bex 9. Bex 10. Crayton 11. Bex 12. Crayton 13. Bex 14. Crayton 15. Bex 16. Crayton 17. Bex 18. Bex 19. Crayton 20. Crayton 21. Bex 22. Bex 23. Bex 24. Crayton 25. Bex 26. Bex 27. Crayton 28. Bex 29. Crayton 30. Bex 31. Crayton 32. Bex 33. Crayton 34. Bex 35. Crayton 36. Bex 37. Bex 38. Crayton 39. Bex 40. Bex 41. Crayton 42. Bex 43. Bex 44. Crayton 45. Bex 46. Crayton 47. Bex 48. Bex 49. Crayton 50. Crayton 6 Months later… About the Author Untitled Sneak Peek To all the Dark Romance authors who inspired me to take the leap with them. “A soul who is not worthy of redemption, With fingers riddled in blood and sin. Who stands stoic behind the gates of Hell. Only to be brought to his knees by the kiss of an angel.” -Crayton Shaw AUTHOR’S NOTE To my faithful readers, I know you’re used to the steamy emotional stuff from me, and I promise that will never be lacking. But, please, keep in mind this story is a dark romance, with situations you may not be comfortable with if you are not familiar with the genre. For a full list of content warnings/triggers please see my website, and look for Satan’s Spawn in my Books section. Or simply click the link below : https://dandakauthor.com/index.php/satans-spawn/ PLAYLIST “River” by Eminem and Ed Sheeran “We Found Love” by Rihanna “The Soldier” by Lacey Sturm “Let You Down” by NF “Cleanin’ Out My Closet” by Eminem “Dark Paradise” by Lana Del Rey “Bleed it Out” by Linkin Park “Take Me to Church” by Hozier “Wicked Games” by Kiana Ledé “All Around Me” by Flyleaf “Alive” by Sia “NIGHTMARE!” by Slush Puppy “Control” by Zoe Wees “Just Pretend” by Bad Omens “Before I Forget” by Slipknot “Dance With Somebody” Conor Maynard Full Playlist can be found on Tidal: https://tinyurl.com/SatanSpawnPlaylist PROLOGUE ANOTHER LIFE AGO… “It’s time to eat, son.” Mommy places a bowl of oatmeal in front of me on the table, a sweet smile spread across her face. I don’t like this look of hers. I know what it means. “I’m not hungry.” I lie, pushing the bowl away even though I haven’t eaten anything since last night. Every time she offers me oatmeal, it makes my tummy burn and has me falling asleep. “You have to eat your food,” she insists firmly with that scary smile still on her face. “It’s important, you know that.” “I said no.” I throw the bowl onto the floor, making it shatter, and the oatmeal spills out in sticky globs. I'd rather get in trouble than feel that pain and sleepiness again. “Isaiah, this is the work of the devil!” She grabs me by my Spider-man t-shirt, which is the only one I have left that isn’t ripped or smells bad, and slams me down on the floor. The smile is gone, and in its place is the mean one that’s always waiting to come out. My nose is inches away from the mess when she says, “Now you’ll clean this up with your tongue.” “No!” I whimper as she holds the back of my head to press my lips against the floor. I can feel the stickiness of the cereal smush against my face and the sting of broken pieces cutting my lips. It really hurts. “There’s sharp pieces in it, Mommy, please stop,” I mumble, but she doesn’t ease up. “Before any salvation, comes obedience!” Mommy presses my face harder into the floor, and I can feel my skin cutting. I cry out in pain. “I don’t want to do this anymore! Please!” I’ve seen her putting weird stuff in my food for a long time now, and when I don’t see it I can feel it after. “You will do what the Lord commands!” she scoops up oatmeal from the dirty tiles in the kitchen with her hand, lifts my head back and shoves it into my mouth. It’s usually sweet, but this time it’s like yucky sour candy. “Why does it taste like this, Mommy?” I try my best not to spit it out. “That’s the devil leaving you, Isaiah. Now, keep going and don’t stop.” I wish I could tell someone what she’s doing to me. And everything else she’s done for as long as I can remember. I tried once with a neighbor in our building but they didn’t believe me. And it’s not like she sends me to school where I can tell a teacher. Mommy wants me all to herself, she says. That I’m her punishment to deal with, no one else’s. Her wrong to right. And all I need to learn is what her religion teaches. The only time she’s nice is when she