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Sen has no memory of the castle he’s in or the princess he’s about to marry. Things grow even more confusing when the handsome demon god Lilivite shows up to kidnap his bride. He claims Sen was his lover, and if he wants to leave him for this woman he’ll have to go to his dark realm and rescue her.Somehow, Sen knows it’s the truth. Nothing makes sense except what he felt when he saw the demon Lilivite. He’ll go to the dark realm, rumored to have energies so perverse men die of exhaustion when they dare enter, and find his answers from the demon who so compels him.
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Excerpt ~
The image in the mirror before him came forth through a haze that Sen knew was in his own mind. He focused on his blue eyes, finding them dull and weary. The rest of his face surfaced into view, then his shoulders and chest.
There was a balding male human next to him weaving paper flowers into the locks of his hair. The oddness of that struck him first, then he realized he wore the white and lace tunic of a groom about to get married.
Panic, like a fist reaching into his chest and squeezing, overcame him.
*This is not where I’m supposed to be.*
Something snapped in his mind, clearing his vision all at once. He bolted up from the ornate chair before the mirror. His attendant floundered back.
“What am I doing here? Where is Lilivite!” He scanned the room while waiting for the answer. Anguish uncorked in his chest. His beloved demon wasn’t here—they’d been separated long enough for him to ache from missing him.
The cowering man kept as far from him as the small room would allow. “Calm yourself, your majesty, please. All is well.”
Sen lifted a hand and summoned the power of the light. A ball of crackling blue energy appeared above his fingers. “Where is Lilivite? Is that who I’m marrying?”
The fear in the man’s face broke into momentary confusion. “Of course not.”
“Damn it.” He let the energy dissipate and stomped past him. “This is my father’s doing, isn’t it?”
“Oh dear.” The attendant sheepishly followed. “But you can’t go, your majesty, you are to marry the princess.”
The room led outward into a dark stone corridor that smelled of must. “I’m not marrying your fucking princess.” He spied an exit to an arcade and strode for it. “How did I get here? The last thing I remember is—”
The arched door led to a courtyard crowded with humans assembled for a wedding. They turned toward him in shock.
Sen scanned the throng.
*He’s not here. Oh, gods—where are you Lilivite?*
The mortals were uniformly pale-skinned and dressed in layered finery. Above them the sky was clogged with fat bruised clouds obscuring nearly all the daylight. Sen glowered at them.
“What village is this? Trumeldon? Fayeton?” He sneered. Those were the only two villages of white-skinned humans he knew of. “It doesn’t matter.” His voice rose up in a shout. “I’m leaving! try to stop me and I’ll destroy you! I’ll destroy this whole castle if I have to!”
His father, white-bearded, stout, and standing a head higher than the tallest human, shoved his way through the crowd, instantly knocking all the fierceness from Sen’s face.
“Oh, fuck!”
Terror launched him into a panicked sprint. His thoughts raced. How could his father be in a mortal village? Standing among them as though he weren’t the very god they worshipped?
Sen crashed into his attendant.
“Out of my way!”
Before he could shove the harried man his feet dragged backwards on the ground. Sen’s face clenched in a sob.
“No!”
Magic energies pulled him before his father and made his knees buckle. A round steel cage crashed over him with enough force to crack the stones embedded in the walkway.
“Lilivite!” He forced a scream past the anguish built in his throat. “Save me!”
His father sneered down through the angled bars with his glowing yellow eyes narrowed. “He doesn’t know you’re here. Why do think I’ve put you in this pathetic excuse for a mortal village? He’ll never find you!”
The cruel words seized his middle, making him crumble to the ground in anguish. Then desperation asserted itself over his grief. What was his father planning? To exile him to some dreary mortal village for the rest of his existence?
He scrambled to the edge of the cage and sent up the largest blue bolt he could conjure. It hurtled to the sky, breaking through the dark clouds.
“Lilivite! Save me, damn you!”
A ball of yellow energy, segmented by the bars of the cage, crashed into his middle. Sen’s body collided with the opposite side of the cell before he could finish his scream. He fell limply forward onto the round area of floor the cage allowed him. For long moments Sen could comprehend nothing except the blinding red pain from his father’s blast. His chest and torso were now bare where he connected to the cooling flagstones. The remainder of his groom’s tunic hung in tatters from his sleeves.
Already his flesh was knitting and the pain growing duller. He could not yet open his eyes, but the throbbing between his temples quieted enough for him to make out voices, the first being a witches’ hiss.
“I buried his memories as deep as they would go, my lord. Any deeper, and his mind would be damaged beyond repair.”
“So damage it.” This was the angry voice of his father, low and bellowing without needing to be loud. Sen could imagine the fragile pale humans he’d seen cringing away from him. The presence of their god had to be more terrible than they could have ever imagined.
“I don’t care if you make him a simpleton,” his father continued. “Eradicate Lilivite from his mind. If you fail again, it will be your death.”
“I will not fail, my lord, but he shall never again be your son. He shall know only this mortal life you’ve devised for him. Is this truly your wish?”
“Yes!”
The immediate reply gave Sen a sting just as potent as the prior blast. Oh gods, how could you do this! He tried to lift himself but his strength hadn’t returned to his arms.
“What good is a son if Lilivite has enchanted him? He has been turned into a weapon against me. For my own survival he must be vanquished!”
“So be it, my lord.”
Sen forced himself to lift his head. He saw the witch who had green shimmery eyes like a fruit-fly’s filling most of her grey-skinned face. Tendrils of black hair moved like snakes on her head, mesmerizing him, while the rest of her was concealed by a blue cloak of crushed velvet.
Loka. His only friend in the fortress of the sun. She wouldn’t really destroy his mind would she?
“Wait…” His word sounded heavy in his throat. “Father…”
“Save your breath,” the god Baldeer sneered down at him once more. “It is only because you’re my son that I don’t kill you.”
“I was never going to bother you ever again! You’re going too far! I love him!”
Loka’s magic manifested as glowing red hands. They floated into the cage as Sen scrambled back. The hands dove through his white hair, clasping either side of his head, and making him still.
Then there was blackness.
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