Released: July 2, 2021
Genres: Thriller, Dark M/M Romance, Paranormal.
At the darkest moment a little hope can light the way.
AN EXCERPT FROM TUTU:
The demon was close; he thought he could hide from me, but none of them could. My tattoos burned as they awakened to alert me of the foul creature. I walked behind a warehouse on the edge of the small city and followed his trail as if it were illuminated. The sound of a struggle put me in motion before I even had time to think about it.
“Stop, what are you doing?”
“You’re about to find out.”
The odd voice gurgled a wet sound on every word, and I knew without seeing his face I’d found the demon I had been tracking. A shout of horror followed by a tearing sound told me I might be too late. I hurried around a corner in time to see a human torn in two. Both halves disregarded as though they were nothing more than an old wadded-up newspaper.
“I’ve been waiting for you, demon hunter.”
The sound of his voice—all wet and disgusting—brought my senses alive. He still hadn’t faced me, instead remained hunched over one of the body parts, not moving. I tried to guess which demon he was, but sometimes it didn’t matter. I knew by the smell and size of him he was a water demon, but I wasn’t sure which one yet. I really hoped he wasn’t one of the nastier ones.
He rose up, his skin stretching and tearing to reveal his true form as he moved.
“Utopiec, you made a mistake coming to ground so near where I was.” I slid my blade from its sheath but kept it concealed behind my back.
The creature turned to face me, his dark, slick skin glinting in the streetlights, and his rows of pointed teeth on full display.
“Tutu, how many centuries has it been?” The sound of his voice like water spilling down a drain.
“Do not speak my name, demon.” I drew my blade and made sure he saw it. His smile dimmed, no doubt feeling the power emanating from it.
“You have no right to be here, we were given free roam.”
“By who? Surely the humans would not allow such an abhorrence.”
His eyes darted around as he realized leaving this street wasn’t an option. “There is no escape. Now, you have a choice, return to the depths of darkness on your own, or I’ll help you along.” I stepped closer, and he retreated a few steps.
A car passing at the end of the street drew my attention for a split second, and that was all he needed. Dropping down, he slithered on his stomach toward a sewer grate. As I ran with knife drawn, a door to one of the warehouses slid open. A man stepped out and seeing the demon, he yelled and tried to scramble back inside.
Utopiec changed course and ran for the man. His eyes were wide in shock as he hurried to slide the door shut, but just before it was completely closed, the creature forced his way in, and with a slash of his claws he’d killed another.
“Dammit!” I rushed after him, stunned he was able to escape from me when he was so close to being destroyed. I followed him into the warehouse and for a moment I didn’t know where he’d hidden. It was dark inside—the man must have been closing for the night—and my senses told me to be cautious. Boxes upon boxes of who-knew-what lay in every direction, and the deathly quiet of the place did nothing to help my nerves.
I drew my other knife and spun it before gripping it, as I walked silently row by row. Hoping he ran out of patience before I did. Just as I was about to go down another row, a scraping sound and a gasp at the entrance got my attention. Another man stood with his hand on the door as he took in the horror of what Utiopec had left of the other unfortunate one he had encountered.
My eyes were on the other man when Utiopec bolted from his hiding place and flung himself toward the other man. His eyes widened in shock as he tried to work out what was headed toward him. My tattoos burned as I rushed to destroy the demon before it reached him.
Running along the top of some boxes, I flew at it, both knives ready to strike. Just as the man was within his reach my knives dug deep, and I pulled with all my strength as his skin burned and sizzled from the metal.
“Agh, it burns,” he screeched, rolling around on the floor scrabbling at his back.
I slowly strode forward and raised my knife. “Back to where you came from demon,” I gritted out as I plunged my blade into his heart. As soon as the metal pierced through, his skin burned and fell away as ash. In an instant he was gone. “Fuck, why do they always have to smell so damn bad.” I wiped my blades on my jeans before sheathing them.
As I turned to walk out, I noticed the man still standing there clutching the door. “Are you injured?”