Novels by sarahceparker

ChristianI catch Ashmedai’s wrist, as he reaches down to start further abusing his host’s terrified sister.“You remember what we’re here for, don’t you?”He backhands me, seizing me by the robefront. “Of course I do.” He kisses me, a quick, aggressive peck. “We’re here so you can go fuck yourself, but I was doing this for Daniel.” He looks derisively to Jessi, scrambling back against the wall. “Do you know how much he hated you?”“Who… What are you?” she quavers.He smiles, crouching down right in front of her. “I’m Daniel, for the moment.” He grinds his finger into his temple. “I can hear his every thought, his every secret… He is so very glad old Charlie is dead and in the ground.” Jessi flinches, and ‘Daniel’ cups a hand to her cheek. “He despised you just as much as dear old dad. You betrayed him, and the inquisitors whipped him, starved him… and all but fed him to a demon.”I want to help her, but I stand no chance of physically overpowering this lord of hell. I need to make us

Christian“You envisioned yet what it’s going to be like, getting fucked by yourself, day after day?” Ashmedai taunts, sat at my side in back of a Bentley, with his hand on my thigh and his sulfurous stench assailing my nostrils.“I think it’d be rather a turn-on,” I lie. “I am far more attractive than Daniel.” Especially this empty mockery of Daniel, who smells like hellish rot with his hands gray with necrotic flesh and body slowly disintegrating.“Mmm. I know you like it rough, so I’ll be sure to make it hurt,” the demon promises, and I keep my expression carefully controlled to avoid a grimace.I do not like pain. I just like feeling… alive. Every night of sex with my sire was slow and cyclic, and I felt like a puppet, feeling nothing but pleasure as he worked and pumped his fluids down my throat, and up my ass. It was sickening to me how good it felt. Even when he wasn’t purposefully shaming me or forcing me into orgies with the women, I hated every second of his attentions. I di

NickI’ve wanted to skip town for near as long as I can remember, do as James so often talked about and stow away on some boat, or one of them freight trains headed clear across the country. We could live picking pockets in any of a dozen cities. That wouldn’t dirty our hands any more than the many sins associated with running errands for the Family, errands that were already getting violent.Even way back in grade-school, I couldn’t bring myself to abandon ma though, leave her and Carm alone with da, in her mental state. I wouldn’t make her worry for a single night, not back then, so I always headed home before it got dark, even when James was egging me to do otherwise.If we had skipped town, he might still be alive. We might still be together…I betrayed him instead. I let Sicillio beat him to death. Let myself be broken with the rod, and all that shame and guilt, and gradually remade into something less and less human.I dared call myself an enforcer and aspiring exorcist while I

SicillioHis head struck the anvil, eyes wide and body twitching, as the blood ran down…The abomination of a man who defiled him lurched forward, screaming his name.I backhanded him hard. “Do not you dare touch him. This is all your fault.” I kept hitting until he stopped moving, his breathing a wet, uneven rasp.I turned back to my son… The light had gone out of his eyes.I backed out of that shed and practically ran to the chapel, dropping to my knees at the altar in desperate, fervent prayer. We were both the Lord’s chosen. He was the chosen one, my perfect boy, and the Lord would bring him back to us. He could not die like this with his sins unrepented, his soul corrupted by those perverted acts, damned for hell…Renata and another of my wives, Sara, came to check on me around midnight. I told them what had happened; That deviant—a devil in human skin had killed our Christian.I ordered the others to construct the pyre to dispose of the devil who had snuffed out our light. Renat

Christopher“Who would be coming by this late?” I irritably mutter.“Daniel,” Jessi gasps, throwing on a bathrobe and rushing off downstairs.“You can’t answer the door in nothing but a…!” I trail off with a weary sigh. She’s not listening. She’s only ladylike and obedient in public, in all those many hours she claims not to remember.I find that version of her fake and unsettling to be honest. Still, it’s the ‘perfect wife’ behavior that father endorsed…She comes back up the stairs just seconds later, trailing an unfamiliar guest. “It’s for you.”I scramble to cover up. “I’m not even dressed—” I hiss, and the trench-coated visitor raises his hand.“It’s alright, son.” I blink. This isn’t Sicillio. It’s some blue eyed man in his forties, but that voice... “Head downstairs,” he orders Jess. “We need to talk in private.”She crosses her arms. “This is my house. I have a right to know whatever urgent business it is that brought you barging in on us, whoever you—”Not-Sicillio’s eyes dar

Christopher I don’t understand what I’m doing here. Father explained it all. My purpose is the same as it always was – to be an inspiration for the community, a spiritual leader for the flock… Was that always my purpose? I was trapped in the dark, for so very long... I can’t believe it’s been three hundred years. I don’t feel like I’ve been alive that long. I don’t remember centuries passing, and modern life seems… familiar. Though my memories tell me I grew up in that rustic commune… I can’t believe that everyone I ever knew is dead and buried. Even father died, though he’s been reborn… He says I wasn’t reborn. I was just asleep for a time… I feel he isn’t telling me everything. I feel as if… I was broken, reforged. Now my mind is still… hazy. And that red-eyed devil lying beside me in that tomb… Father says it is the devil from my legend, a beast that tried to steal me away and corrupt me. I’ve been reading those holy texts over and over again. They do feel familiar… but I