The Godsend Backfire: The Beginning by Harold Straugh (books to read in your 30s TXT) 📕

same thing, nothing of its past remained and something told me a higher power had something to do with it. I called to Mylicous, who didn’t respond.  I didn’t know where to go, so I ran around, going from village to village.

 I didn’t mention anything about Noah and the arc, for one I don’t think it happened, it doesn’t make sense. He didn’t gather two of every animal from around the world, if it happened, he gathered two of every animal from that region.  People just thought it was all the animals because they didn’t know the rest of the world existed.

A hundred years had passed, I was hot on the trail of Derium, I followed him to Romania, deep in the Carpathian Mountains. I wasn’t done in the areas of Sodom and Gomorrah, just preoccupied. I managed over that time to learn to care for my skin-cape which I still had. Lucifer quit responding to me, Mylicous had disappeared, so I traveled. I went through several horses, but not once a donkey not after Wretch.

I arrived in the Carpathian Mountains late one night, it was cold, I could feel it in my bones.  My breath hung heavy in the air. I didn’t understand the people around there at first, then their words became clear to me and the people around there didn’t care too much for my arrival, but that changed when I told them I was seeking out a vampire and planned on killing him.  The majority of the people I talked to, pointed to a high spot in the mountains.

“Derium, I’m coming for you,” I said in my head, and I knew he heard it.  I started the ascent up the mountain, I could use my horse, who I grew no attachment to, but also thought at any moment it was going to turn into Lucifer, because it wasn’t too steep of a climb

I made it quarter of the way up the mountain and my horse started acting tired. I stopped and let it rest, I sat down and leaned up against it.  I noticed after few hours, it was wasn’t breathing, in fact it was froze solid.

“Useless animal,” I said and shoved it off the side of cliff.  I walked another mile or so before the path go too narrow to walk and I was forced to climb. I climbed for hours, the wind picked up and I couldn’t see, so I had stop climbing and sit on a rock as a storm rolled in.  Finally, after three days, the storm stopped and climbed up even higher until I rolled into a cave.

“Derium, where are you, you coward?” I asked, and got a response.

“Over here,” I heard him say out loud.

I looked over and though dark I could see his pale, white skin and bald head, “I haven’t felt Lilith in a hundred years, did you kill her?”

“I sure did,” I said and reached up inside of me and removed the horn.

“How? I loved her you know.”

“I took her from behind, in her demon form and slit her throat, but if you loved her so much, why did you chose to leave?” I asked.

“YOU DEVIL!” he screamed at came at me.  He picked me up and slammed me up against the wall. He went to go bite me and that’s when I stabbed him in the heart with the horn.  The horn acted like a funnel and his blood started to funnel out of him. He stepped back and looked in horror at me. It was then, I lunged and bit him much like was going to bite me.  I didn’t have fangs, just nice flat teeth that apparently hurt.  I gave him a bear hug, squeezing his blood in mouth. My bloodlust kicked into overdrive and I started draining Derium. I stopped, I didn’t drain him, I wanted to watch him suffer.

He stepped back and I watched as he started to wither a little as his blood left him. The wound I left oh his neck wasn’t healing. He fell to his knees and pulled the horn out of his chest, that wound didn’t heal either, “What did you do to me?” he asked.

“Rendered you useless, now you know how I felt,” I said.  There was something magical going on in my mouth and body. His blood tasted better than any meal I had sampled over the last hundred years.  It was making me feel more energetic.

“I will find a way back from this,” he muttered as he fell over.  I then took his head off with a swipe of my foot.  It bounced off the side of the cave and rolled back towards me.

“You know that won’t kill him?” I heard a familiar voice say, I looked to my side and there stood Lucifer.

“Well, it’s you,” I said, not really wanting to talk.

“He’ll suffer though, he can feel it, his head being off. He will feel his body wither and a burning in his veins that he can do nothing about,” he said.

“Why are you here? I haven’t heard from you in a long time, I was preferring it,” I snapped a little.

“You killed my daughter, even though justified, it still hurt.”

“If you think killing her was bad, you should know what I did too her before I killed her,” I smiled.

“I’d rather not. Is that skin?” he asked pointing to skin-cape, that actually had tanned well over the ages.

“Yes, remember Abakanazar?”

“Yes.”

“Well its mostly him, the bottom piece,” I pointed it, “That’s all that’s left of Lilith.”

Tears filled his eyes and he turned away, “Please don’t kill Derium, he is my first-born son.  I helped you out back in Gomorrah, I’m asking you to help me.”

I thought for a minute, I couldn’t imagine he was asking me to spare Derium’s life. I was highly offended, but