Hades Moon

This has happened before. It will happen again. Sleepy Father woke to show Liam a moment of mercy with a hug and Liam will scorn sleepy Elders who show a moment of mercy again  Corpse-flies circled to broadcast their family and Liam will not suffer Pru’s corpse-flies again Brothers have betrayed brothers since the world began and Liam will be betrayed because it will happen again His Goddess taught him to build Her world anew and Liam will build it again Her childer have done this before. For Her, Liam will do it again.

  The shadows came first, the voices came next. Several nights in and the man was sure he was hexed.   “A person like you has no need for this place.” She hissed as she kissed the side of his face.   The Nightmare invaded every corner of his mind. They all will find out he’s doing his job blind.   “You couldn’t compete, your work is a laugh.   You’d look so much better being torn into half.”   The man ran far, as fast as he could. There was something not right, but no one understood.   The once proud man fell to his knee and now the monster’s torment of him will continue in “A Tale of Revenge: Part Three”.

The poor said yes! Liam read the letter left on his office desk: His housing development would be endorsed.  Advocates for the poor - the people he’d long tried to help - had harassed him at every turn. Objections had been filed every day. And now, at last, the “protectors” of the poor said yes! Liam created his development project to help the needy. They couldn’t always see what they needed to lift themselves out of poverty, but Liam had studied them at uni. He would build an institution where they would be free to improve their lot. At this very moment, he was literally steamrolling the old posh neighborhood to build homes for the people who needed him. Homes built with Etherington-Smith steel and paid for with government programmes, but he had chosen this  development because he had higher ideals than Father.  The needy needed  him.  Those downtrodden, forsaken, brave souls had finally gotten out of their own way and realized what a good life they could have.  And Liam would provid

Who's Your Daddy? As Tic hung up the phone, his mind swirled and he knew what he had to do. The dark cloud of anger toward his Father seeped into every other thought, every action...  That is just like that selfish bastard... throwing the family into complete disarray with his death, just like he did in life. Not only was he a terrible father, he as a terrible businessman, and, even worse to Tic, a terrible person. Through the fog he hesitated as he hung up the phone with Liam...   so it was Victor after all. Not really a surprise I guess, but this certainly fucked with the family structure, dinn’it?  “How did Liam know about Victor??”, he thought.  “Jonah said it was too late for Liam, but…. maybe he’s ok? He always sounded weird on the phone, why should this be different? I do hope Liam is ok - him and Mother (and Stella and Izzy) are the only ones who really ever gave a shit about me. Fuck Father and Fuck Victor....” Through the fog of anger and resentment, he felt a strange war

Gabriel steps out of the cab, clutching the corner-store bouquet he'd bought at the last minute. Already, he regrets bringing the shabby flowers; Pru works in a funeral home, she sees them every day. Still, a romantic gesture feels appropriate, given what he's come to do.  "Wish me luck," he says to the driver, who grunts something like agreement before pulling away.  Gabriel steels his resolve. "Pru, I have feelings for you," he says to himself.  "Pru, I would like to take you out. Pru, would you fancy a date with me? Pru, I love you." None of it sounds right.  He ascends the steps and crosses the porch. A few night lights are on inside, but the mortuary is quiet. Should he have called first? It's too late now. He rings the bell, hearing it echo within the large house.  "Pru, I think I'm right for you.  Pru, you're the most beautiful girl I've ever seen.  Pru, you're special to me." He rings the bell again without ans

                                September 1987 “I know where he has a and I know who killed him. Irina Belyakov.”  Mako’s voice echoed through Anthony’s head as he laid in the worn bed at the Golden Dragon.  “Irina Belyakov, Irina Belyakov, Irina Belyakov.” Anthony repeated to himself with loathing in every syllable as if it were a mantra.  “I’m going to fucking end her. I’m going to rip her fucking throat out and make her suffer.” Anthony growled to himself.                                  July 1986 “Pellecano, you are going to get yourself killed!” His police chief reprimanded the hospitalized detective after a standoff with a murder suspect. “At times you have to use the necessary force to take a DANGEROUS, possibly armed suspect down. You have a gun for a reason Pellecano!” He yelled shaken by almost losing his best detective. You are too soft for your own good sometimes.” He sighed. 

    Alive “After so many years of waiting I never thought I could be so alive.” Cassius’ fangs pierced Vanessa’s skin.   The heat of Vanessa’s body vacated through the wound into waiting maw.   He promised that her questions would be answered.   What he didn’t tell her is that she was not ready for all the questions that she would end up asking. “That thing that keeps me buried is growing more and more silent. Is now the time the come through? As Vanessa’s heart slowed to a stop, she saw the world darken.   Then Cassius’ vitae rushed into Vanessa’s dead mouth. Hunger crowned in her dead heart. The pain spread through each muscle and ligament, each artery and vein, and each joint and bone as they all bore the hunger.   The parallel thought, which were ever present met a new thought. “ There, just behind you … Don ’ t you hear it? … There! That ’ s what we want. God can ’ t you just wait to taste it? Come on! … See even “ he ” says you can take a bite. ” The thou