Chosen

The Demon Gate Series

Episode One
By

Nicholas Bella
First Edition
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 Chapter One

“Did you remember the pickles? I don’t want any bullshit like last
time,” I teased my partner of two years, Sheila, as she handed me a bag of
greasy deliciousness full of fat and calories. A man’s meal if ever there was
one.

“Shut up, Brian, and eat your damn food, I’m sick of you,” Sheila
retorted with a chuckle.
I laughed as I opened the bag, releasing the tantalizing aroma of
grilled onions, tomatoes, mushrooms and cheese all on a perfectly charred
steak burger with a toasted bun. The shit was glorious and the reason why I
had to hit the gym two extra days a week this month. Sheila ate like she had
some sense… either that, or like a fucking rabbit. Salad and a vitamin-filled
water.

We were taking our much needed lunch break, or in our case, dinner.
In forty more minutes, it was back to cruising the streets for bad guys. Being
a cop had its perks, one being Sheila. My beautiful, doe-eyed, luscious
African-American sidekick. She was the only other person I knew who
cursed as much as I did and made no bones about it. I loved her like a sister,
mainly because she stated under no uncertain terms that we were never going
to be lovers. It was a blow to my ego and dick, but I had to respect that.
Nevertheless, I caught glances of her luscious ass whenever I had the chance.

Still, she was a fantastic partner, she’s had my back more than once and vice-

versa.
I took a huge bite of my burger and moaned in ecstasy, “This fucking
thing should be illegal, it’s so damn good.”
“You’re fucking pathetic. You keep eating like that, you’ll start

expecting me to do all of the running while you just drive around the block in
hopes of cutting off fleeing suspects,” she taunted.
“Don’t you worry about me. I’ve got this,” I joked as I took another
healthy, or rather unhealthy, bite. I washed it down with a double-chocolate
milkshake. Smokey’s had the best.
We were both enjoying our meals when out of nowhere, some
douchebag in a beautiful fucking black Aston Martin sped past our patrol car
like we weren’t shit to be concerned about. I took the insult personally.

“Motherfucker!” I growled, slipping my milkshake back into the cup

holder. I tossed my steakburger back into my bag, then started the car. Sheila
turned on the sirens and we were off, hot on his tail. So much for our
lunch/dinner break. The son of a bitch drove an extra few blocks before he
decided to pull over. For a second, I thought I was going to have to call in
reinforcements and set up a blockade. I pulled in behind his car and both
Sheila and I climbed out of our cruiser and approached him, hands resting
lightly on our guns.
I cautiously walked over to the driver’s side window and looked in on

the son of a bitch behind the wheel. Well damn! Now, I’m not into guys, not
by any means, but even I had to admit he was almost as good looking as his
car. The way Sheila cocked her eyebrow after checking him out, it was
obvious she thought it was his car that should be grateful. The women must

flock to him like flies on shit. Blond hair, gray eyes, chiseled Mediterranean
model features all the way with a body to match. Maybe I should lay off the
damn junk food. This asshole was giving me a complex. Fucking prick.
“Turn off the engine, sir,” I ordered. I wouldn’t put it past this bastard
to try to pull a fast one and speed off again. He looked up at me with a bored
and irritated expression as if he had better things that he could be doing.
Hmmm, let’s see how pissed I can make him today.
“I assume you want to give me a ticket, so get on with it,” he said

with a husky Italian accent as he handed me his license and insurance

information before I had a chance to ask for it.
“Maybe I’ll impound your car too. You ready for that?” I remarked as
I reached for his cards and my fingers brushed against his in a way that felt
weird, as if something passed between us. It was almost like a sting, the kind
you feel when you get mixed up with static electricity. He must have felt it
too, because he jerked back when I did. And he looked up at me as if he was
surprised, but then I saw disappointment flash across his face. Truth be told, I
took offense to his expressions. The exchange was odd, but I don’t think it

warranted his response as if I had leprosy or some shit like that. “I’ll be
back.” I returned to my car as Sheila kept a safe distance, but her eyes were
on him. I’m guessing for more than one reason. It wouldn’t be the first time
she gawked discreetly at a jackass perp like him.

I climbed in behind the wheel and entered his information into the
system to check for priors of any kind. Raphael Ledéo. He lived in a wealthy
area of the city. Million-dollar homes and not a penny less. Uppity bastard,
one of those real over privileged types, no doubt. Why else would he think he
could just speed past a police cruiser without any consequence? So far, he
had no outstanding tickets, but speeding was definitely his pastime. He had
one other ticket earlier this year, but it was tossed out. Two others were
tossed out last year. Well, I was going to make sure this one stuck. I printed

up the little beauty, then returned to him. When he looked up at me this time,
it was as if he was checking me out. His gray eyes lingered on my crotch,
then slowly traveled up my body to my face, then his smile grew wider.
Frankly, I think I preferred his disappointed expression to this lusty one he
was displaying.
“Here’s your ticket, Mr. Ledéo. Make sure you pay attention to the
speed limit next time,” I warned him.
 He took the ticket from me, making sure to brush his fingers against
mine, which made me more than a little bit uncomfortable, especially since

he was obviously ogling my sexy manliness. “It’s a good thing I ignored the
one on this street. I’m happy to have met you and I do love a man in uniform.
Why don’t we get to know each other a little better over a drink later on
tonight?” Mr. Ledéo proposed.

“I don’t think so,” I said, then tipped my hat to him. “Have a good
evening, sir.” I nodded to Sheila and we both walked back to our cruiser and
got in.
“He was hotter than hell,” Sheila declared.
I rolled my eyes. “He hit on me.”
“Damn it! Why do the hot ones have to be gay?”
I huffed. “Not all of them, isn’t that how you landed that date with the
dude who ran the red light last month?”

“Okay, gay or an asshole. How’s that for clarification?”

I shrugged. “Why do the hot women have to be married or in a
relationship?” I countered, thinking about all of the hot chicks I pulled over
who I would have liked to have slipped my number to, but they were already
taken and loyal. We quickly finished up our meal and resumed our patrol.
Only a few more hours and I could call it quits and hit the clubs. I needed to
get laid and I wasn’t planning on using my hand.
 ***

I took my shower, put on my hot leather pants and black satin shirt,
then topped off my look with my expensive cologne, sure to attract the
females. When hunting, one must have the right bait. The shit cost me

enough to have had to save up for it, but damn it if it didn’t lure the women to
me. I locked up my modest studio apartment, managing to avoid my nosey
fucking neighbor. Mrs. Bateman had nothing better to do with her time than
spy on the four other tenants on this floor. Sure, she had cats and knitting, but
she also had a damn good hearing aid and a peephole. I climbed in my 1969
Ford Mustang, my pride and joy—a gift from my dad before he passed away
three years ago, then headed off toward the club of my choosing. Illusion.
I’d only been there twice before, but I liked the spot well enough. It

was one of maybe five nightclubs in the city. I wouldn’t say the pickings
were slim for the nightlife, but… well… we had bars and theaters too.
Alandale wasn’t some huge metropolis like New York, L.A., or Chicago, but
it had its charm and could hold its own. Especially with over one million
residents filling its city limits. So there were plenty of places one could go to
let loose and have fun, just not a bunch of nightclubs.
I parked on the street two blocks away, walked to the club, then
showed the bouncer my ID. He let me in and I took a look around. The dance
floor was pretty empty and the place was sprinkled with patrons. It was still

early, but if I waited any longer, I would have had to park five miles away for
a spot and pay twenty dollars instead of five to get in after waiting an hour in
line. Fuck that shit. I’m not cheap, but I’m also not rich. I’ve got bills and shit
and lord knows I’m going to have to buy some expensive ass drinks if I plan

on fucking tonight. I’ve got priorities.

I ordered a drink and settled into a booth against the wall, giving me a
full view of the club. I checked out the hot chicks walking about. Some were
dancing with each other, which was always a gateway to my two girls-one
guy fantasy. They may not have been lesbians, but I don’t know a red-
blooded man alive who doesn’t enjoy some sexy female on female action,
even to a techno beat. About two hours in, the club was packed and the
female prey was plenty. I’d danced with several prospects, grinded my dick

against some well-rounded asses and even copped a feel or two from some
randy babes. It was shaping up to be a great night. I stepped away from the
woman I’d been working on to get her another seven dollar drink. See, this is
why I came earlier when the entry fee was five dollars for men instead of
twenty.
“Hey, bartender, I need another apple martini and a Heineken,” I held
out a twenty dollar bill for him. It took a while for me to get the drinks with
all of the other patrons placing their orders. Finally, he slid the martini and
beer bottle over to me and took the money.

“Be right back with your change,” he said.

I nodded and took a swig of my beer.
“Having fun?” a familiar Italian voice asked me.
I almost choked on my beer, but I managed to clear my throat and I

turned to my right to see the guy I had pulled over earlier. The rich model
asshole, Mr. Ledéo.
“I’m am… are you?” I asked, taking another sip. I was trying to keep
my cool and not get suspicious of him. It could be just a coincidence that he
was here in the exact same club I was.
“I am now that I’ve found you,” he said, sliding closer to me with a
sly smile on his face.
Okay, now I needed to slam on the breaks right now. This gay shit

wasn’t my thing and this motherfucker was invading my personal space.

“Listen,” I began, taking a step back. “I’m only going to say this once.
I’m not gay, so you can stop trying to pick me up. This isn’t even a gay bar,
so why in the fuck are you here? Did you follow me?”
“Yes.”
That took me by surprise and I think I blinked in shock. I was only
half joking when I asked the question. I didn’t think he’d answer… at least
not truthfully. He was admitting to stalking a cop. He was either very
confident or very stupid. Either way, I was going to put a stop to this.

“This ends right now,” I said. I gestured to the people around the club
doing their thing. “There are plenty of other people here you could hit on.
Who knows, you might even find another guy here willing to give you a go,
but it ain’t me.”

“It is you,” he countered.

All charm left me and I stepped up to him, so close our faces were
only a few inches apart. “Listen motherfucker, I’ve tried being nice but you
don’t seem to be catching on. You keep at this shit and I’ll be happy to put a
restraining order against you, that’s going to mar your pretty little record, and
that’s if I don’t beat your fucking ass instead. You got me?”
“Normally, you’re not my type, I prefer more effeminate men,” Mr.
Ledéo stated. “But apparently, there’s something about you that’s drawing

me to you. However, I’ll back off.” He took a sip of his drink, smirked, then
walked away, disappearing into the sea of people gyrating on the dance floor.
He left a chill down my spine as if the last thing he said wasn’t a
complete sentence. I half expected him to say, “…for now” after he’d told me
he’d back off. I didn’t like being stalked, let alone by a fucking man.
Tomorrow, I’m going to gather some more information about his ass and
keep a close eye on him. Finally, the bartender returned with my change and I
took the drink back to my lady friend.
“Took you long enough,” the girl said when I returned.

“The bartender was busy, baby,” I replied, then handed her the drink.
Calling her baby worked for a number of reasons. For one, she didn’t seem
insulted by the term of endearment, in fact, I think it was turning her on,
which was my plan. Two, I’d forgotten her name. It was either Carol or

Cheryl, I wasn’t sure. So when in doubt, it’s baby, sweetheart, or darlin’. She
was getting sauced, which was both a good and bad thing. Too much or too
little and I might not get the prize. I needed her drunk and horny enough to be
up for a few hours of fun. We sipped our drinks and I flirted my ass off, and
when she grabbed my dick and gave it a nice squeeze, I knew I was in luck.
“You want to get out of here?” I asked as I nibbled her ear, licking it a
little.
“Hell yeah, baby,” she drawled.

I was a little toasted myself, but my dick was loaded and ready to go.
I slid out of the booth and took her with me. We walked to my car and I
drove back to my place with her kissing and licking on my cheek and ear the
entire time. Her hand was down my pants, fondling my cock like a pro. I
couldn’t wait to get inside her. I pulled up in front of my apartment, parked,
and we climbed out and made our way to my studio. We were kissing and
groping each other as I fumbled to get my key into the lock.
 “Disgusting public behavior!”
I broke the kiss and turned to see Mrs. Bateman clutching her cat and

watching us from her open doorway.

“Human nature, ma’am,” I quipped. Fucking nosey ass bitch, go knit!
I finally opened my door and slammed it shut, hoping her snooping ass got
the fucking message. As for the chick, we were back at it, getting each other

out of our clothing. I lifted her sexy tank over her head and tossed the shirt to
the floor. Her fingers were undoing the buttons of my silk shirt and we were
both smiling in anticipation of what was to come.
“About time you made it home,” a husky, Italian male voice said,
jarring me into full alarm mode.
The chick yelped and I turned around, shimmying out of my shirt,
which was halfway off, and reached down into my ankle holster for my spare
gun. I stood up, pointing it at the motherfucker who was in my home

uninvited.
“What the fuck are you doing here?!” I demanded. The female ran
behind me and stared forward at the man sitting in a chair by the window. His
face was hidden in shadows and now I was wishing I’d stopped long enough
to turn on the damn lights. Still, I could tell who it was by his voice. God
knows I’ve heard it enough times today.
“I told you that there was something drawing me to you,” Mr. Ledéo
said.
I was beyond pissed off at this point. This son of a bitch followed me

to the club and now to my home. This was probably his second time
following me home, since he’d obviously done so when I had left the
precinct. I was about one heartbeat away from shooting this motherfucker in
the face just for the hell of it.

“You’re under arrest for breaking and entering, stalking, and sexual
harassment,” I stated.
“Get rid of the woman, we need to talk,” he said.
“Put your fucking hands up and get on your knees,” I ordered.
“Fucking cop would make this difficult,” he mumbled.
I couldn’t believe that this bastard was still acting like I didn’t have a
damn gun pointed at him. By all rights, I could shoot him and it would be
legal. I cocked my gun and then he vanished before my very eyes. Before I

knew it, my gun was snatched from my hands and I was shoved hard as hell
against the wall, knocking me dizzy. The room spun and the last thing I
remembered was the woman’s scream before everything faded into
blackness.
 Chapter Two

I woke up to a pounding headache, nausea, and my limbs tied to the

bed posts by a bunch of ropes. On top of all that, I was naked. This was not a
good thing. Not at all. I started to panic , my chest heaved as I looked around
my studio. I tried hard to keep my emotions stable. I was a cop and I knew

losing control wasn’t an option. I started to breathe slowly to calm the rapid
beating of my heart. As I looked around the room, my vision started to adjust
to the darkness. I wondered if he was still here and if this hiding in the dark
was his idea of a good time, or some kind of mindfuck.
“You’re up, finally,” Mr. Ledéo said right before turning on the light
over my bed.
I squinted against the harsh brightness at first, but then everything
became clearer and I didn’t like what the fuck I was seeing. Mr. Ledéo was

naked and he walked over to the bed with his hard dick bobbing the whole
time and sat down on the edge, close to me. I was beyond uncomfortable and
pretty scared of what I feared was going to happen. I tried to squirm to get
away from him, but the ropes binding my arms and legs didn’t give an inch. I
wasn’t going anywhere.
Mr. Ledéo reached over, grabbing my chin and forcing me to look at
him. “Stop squirming and pay attention,” he said.
 “What do you plan to do?” I asked through a mushed up mouth.
“I plan on doing what needs to be done. From the moment we met

earlier, I knew we would end up here.”

“You want to kill me?” I asked.
He shook his head and released my chin. “No, I’m not going to kill
you. After tonight, your life will become quite extraordinary. There are things

in this world that humans don’t even know exist. Things like me and what
you are to become. You’ve been chosen as my mate and trust me, no one is
more surprised than I am about that.”
“Mr. Ledéo—”
“Please, call me Raphael. Besides, we’re about to get very intimate.”
Okay, the panic was starting to set in again.
“Raphael, this doesn’t have to happen. Please don’t do this. Just untie
me and let’s talk about whatever it is that’s bothering you,” I stated calmly.

He chuckled, then shook his head. “Negotiations isn’t your strong

suit, is it?”
“How about this then: you better kill me if you lay a fucking finger on
me. Because once I get free of these ropes, I’m going to kill you!” I
threatened.
Raphael laughed outright. “Now, that’s a more fitting response of a
future Agoto.”
 “A what?” I asked, grimacing.
“Agoto. A soul eater. That’s what I am and that’s what you are going

to become. Tonight, in fact.”

That’s when I started to scream and he covered my mouth with the
palm of his hand. “Shut the hell up, Brian. If you scream, it’s going to be bad
news for your neighbors or whoever else tries to come in here because then

I’ll have to kill them. I don’t want to do that, but I will if you force me. Now,
are you going to stay quiet?”
I nodded as I studied him. He wasn’t bluffing. He’d kill them. I knew
the look in a man’s eyes when he was serious about taking life, and this guy
could kill without giving it a second thought.
“Good,” he said, then removed his hand. “Like I told you, I’m not
here to kill you. This night will be your rebirth into something better than
human. But if you draw attention to us, I will destroy whoever comes to your

presumed rescue because this mating needs to happen. It can’t be avoided.

Already, I can feel my body needing to merge with yours.”
I didn’t like the way that sounded. I didn’t want his body merging
with mine in any way, shape, form, or fashion.
“Why me?” I asked. I still didn’t know what the hell he was talking
about. I had so many questions, but didn’t know what they were, not really. I
was confused as hell.
 “In all honesty, I’m not sure. I was expecting to mate with a female, a
hot one at that. But it chose you.”

“It… what the fuck?” I didn’t know what the hell was happening or
going to happen to me. “Listen to me. If you do this, there’s no turning back.
You’ll be committing a horrible crime and you’ll go to jail. If you don’t think
you’ll be caught, you’re wrong. I’ll make sure you see justice one way or the

other.”
“If I was intimidated by your job or human law, do you think I’d be
here right now?” he asked me, then shook his head. “Your justice means
nothing to me. Soon you’ll see why.”
“I think you’re delusional and therefore you’re not fully grasping how
much trouble you’re in right now. Or how much of a shit storm is going to
fall on you if you do what I think you’re planning on doing.”
“I’m not delusional, but that’s enough talking for now. I’ll explain

more after we’ve mated and you’ve bonded with your Agoto. It will all make
more sense then,” Raphael stated, as he climbed on the bed, crawling
between my legs. “Now, I took the liberty of lubing you up since I’ve got a
big cock that I’m very proud of. I’m telling you this because I am going to
stretch you open a bit to prepare you. It’s going to hurt, but at least your
cherry will be popped so when we have sex again, it won’t be as painful.”
I didn’t need for him to tell me that his cock was huge, I was looking
at that gigantic thing as he stroked it. His dick was at least ten inches long
and thicker than a beer bottle. I tried to pull my limbs free, but the ropes

wouldn’t budge. I didn’t want anything to do with his dick, fingers, or him.
He sucked a finger into his mouth, getting it wet with his spit.
“Please don’t do this! Don’t do this!” I begged.
He pulled his wet finger from his mouth. “This is a gift, you just don’t

know it yet.”
“I don’t want it, please,” I pleaded.
“It wants you,” Raphael said. “Now, relax.” He slipped his hand
between my thighs and I felt the tip of his finger push against my asshole and
I grunted.
“Stop!” I yelled.
“Remember to keep your voice down. I’ve already warned you of
what would happen if you draw attention to us. I’m not going to kill you,

Brian. I’m going to fuck you and you’re going to enjoy it. Don’t worry.”
Raphael pushed his finger inside me and I gasped from the sting of his
invasion. “Just relax your muscles and let me take care of you.”
“Fuck you, motherfucker!” I growled. “Get your finger out of my
ass!”
He huffed. “Fine. I wanted to help ease you into it, but you’re being
difficult. We’ll just get it over with.” He pulled his finger free, scooted closer,
and then pressed the head of his cock against my asshole.
“Please don’t!” I begged again. I think I started to hyperventilate,

because it was starting to become hard to breathe. The room felt hot in spite
of my cranked up air conditioning. I wanted to scream, hoping one of my
neighbors, even Mrs. Bateman, would hear me and call the police. But if I
did, she would die. He’d probably use my gun to do it and set me up. The

thing is, I didn’t want to be responsible for anyone’s death. And being tied to
the bed like I was, I couldn’t help. Hell, I couldn’t even help myself.
“Please don’t. If you leave now, I won’t arrest you, I swear,” I tried to
reason again and beg for mercy one last time.
“I wish it didn’t have to go down like this, I really do,” Raphael said.
His voice was soft and sympathetic as if he meant what he was saying.
Maybe he did, but that didn’t seem to deter him. “If you were into men, I
could have seduced you into my bed. But it is what it is.”

Before I could make any more pleas, he pushed the head of his cock
against my hole and I felt him breach me. I gasped and my breath caught in
my lungs. Oh God, it hurt like hell! I tried to scoot away from him, but I
couldn’t go anywhere. He pushed his cock deeper into me and I cried out as I
felt like I was being ripped apart. Again, he muffled me with the palm of his
hand as he pushed forward. This was excruciating. Fuck, it was the worst
pain I’ve ever felt and I was once stabbed in the stomach during a fight. He
pushed all the way to the point I felt his balls against my ass cheeks and I
cried out against his flesh. I was trying so hard not to because I didn’t want to

bring anyone into this, but the pain was intense.

“You’re doing well, Brian…. Ahhhh, fuck yeah!” Raphael moaned as
he slowly started pumping his hips. “Keep quiet, or I swear their blood will
be on your hands.”

I tried to reply, but my words were muffled by his hand.

“I’m going to move my hand away. Are you going to stay quiet?” he
asked, pumping slowly. “Oh shit, you’re so tight!” Apparently, he got lost in
the sensation of my ass as his hand was still covering my mouth. I winced as
I felt his dick slide back into me. I must have been stretched to my limits.
“You feel amazing,” he moaned.
I whimpered as he quaked on top of me, his expression was that of a
man in total bliss. I tried to speak again, to ask him to remove his hand from

my mouth and he opened his eyes, looking down at me.

“Promise not to yell?” he asked me again. He was really serious about
me staying quiet and I was too.
I nodded and he removed his hand, then braced himself over me with
both hands now free. As I lay there with this total stranger on top of me,
fucking me, I started to wonder if the reason why I was keeping quiet was
because of how ashamed I felt. Here I was, a big, bad cop, an ex-marine, and
I’m getting fucked by some crazy son of a bitch and there’s nothing I can do
to stop it. But then, I thought about what he said: he wasn’t going to kill me,

but he’d kill anyone who entered. The asshole really thought he was on some
kind of mission and didn’t want anything to jeopardize it. Sure, I could call
his bluff, but shit… was he bluffing? I swore to protect the people, so I would
just endure this and pray that he was serious about not killing me.

“Fuck, oh… my god!” Raphael gasped, then shivered. He really

started to gyrate his hips and he hit something deep inside me that sent a jolt
through my body and I moaned in spite of myself.
“What the fuck?!” I grunted.
Raphael chuckled. “Your pleasure zone… that sexy little nut inside
your ass that begs to be fucked. Your prostate. Now I know exactly how you
like it. You’re mine!”
He hit it again and I arched off the bed, feeling pleasure bursting

through my body. This couldn’t be happening! It just can’t. I refuse to enjoy

this!
“Ah… ahh… please… stop,” I begged and moaned in ecstasy at the
same time, which didn’t make me seem all that convincing.
Raphael leaned down, kissing and licking my neck, which was a sure-
fire trigger for me. If a woman wanted me to submit, that’s how you did it.
And if you sucked on my ear, I was done for. I hoped he wouldn’t find that
part of…. oh god, he did!
“Ahhh, so there’s another spot you like licked and sucked,” Raphael

purred, then went back to lapping and kissing my ear.

My cock grew harder and I couldn’t understand how I could be
enjoying this. It hurt like a motherfucker at first, but I’ll be damned if my
body wasn’t responding like some woman’s. He was driving himself against

my prostate over and over, and each time his cock hit it, I felt another jolt of
pleasure more intense than the last.
“I want to make this good for you, Brian. This being your first time
with a man,” Raphael purred, then he leaned over my chest, sucking in my
left nipple. I gasped and arched against his chest as his tongue and lips
worked over another one of my erogenous zones. Damn near every spot on
my body could set me on fire. I was a very sexual person. If I didn’t get laid
at least five times a week, I’d get irritable and be an unbearable person to be

around. This bastard seemed to know exactly how to get my body to desire
what he was doing to me. I’d never been with a man before, never even
thought about it. I didn’t like that this experience would no doubt leave a
lasting impression on me. I think I would have been able to endure it better if
it was still painful. I didn’t want or need it to feel this damn good!
“Oh god!” I moaned as my cock spurted a dollop of clear precum on
my stomach. I looked down and watched his hips thrust forward into me and
felt his cock glide over my prostate again, sending me more pleasure.
“You’re close, I can tell… so am I,” Raphael said, grunting and

panting as he fucked me.

“Please don’t…” Please don’t make me cum!
Raphael grinned. “Don’t what? Make you cum? Is that what you
wanted to say?”

Was he reading my mind? I shook my head as I felt blood rush to my

face. I was breathing hard now, feeling my orgasm cresting. My toes were
curling as every muscle in my body grew taut. Still, I managed to nod. “I…
don’t… cum…”
“No can do. I want to see your cock cover your sexy chest with
cream. See, I take pride in…ah… ah yeah… I take pride in making my lovers
orgasm,” Raphael stated in between moans.
“I’m not your fucking lover!” My back bowed at a perfect curve as I

felt the fire boiling within me. My cock swelled as my balls drew up tight.
“Oh yeah, cum for me, baby!” Raphael passionately coaxed.
“Oh shit! Oh… oh god!” I cried out as my cock fired off its load,
splashing me in the face and on my chest and abs. My body went into
convulsions as my thighs twitched around Raphael’s waist. I couldn’t believe
I came without even touching my dick. This was fucked up on so many
levels, but all I could think about was how amazing I was feeling as I came
buckets all over myself. It was the most intense orgasm I’d ever had and I
could hardly breathe as I rode it hard.

“Yeah! Fucking love how sexy you look getting off,” Raphael flirted,
but I could barely pay him any mind as I shivered and spasmed during the
last waves of my climax. He leaned down, licking my cum from my chest,
which was kind of hot. I loved it when a woman did it, which was rare for

me. He seemed to revel in the taste of my seed as he cleaned my chest and

cheek off. As much as I wanted to pretend otherwise, I was turned on by that.
What the fuck was happening to me? Before I could experience any more
pleasure from his mouth, Raphael stopped sucking cum from my nipple, then
pressed his forehead to my chest and moaned as if in pain. “Ahhhhh… it’s
almost time!”
Now that my cock was drained, I was able to focus on him better. He
was still fucking me as he hadn’t cum yet. I still couldn’t believe that this was

happening. That I’d just shot my load all over my chest from a guy fucking
my ass, and that it felt fucking amazing! What the hell did this mean? Did it
mean anything? Jesus, I couldn’t wait till this night was over. Maybe no one
had to know about this… that is if I survived.
“Oh god, I’m close!” Raphael announced as he thrust his hips faster.
“Ah, fuck… slow down!” I growled as he started to pummel my still
virgin hole as far as I was concerned. My headboard was slamming the wall
as the bed creaked in a rhythm faster than the damn techno beats from the
club. I wanted to toss him off me, but couldn’t. He wouldn’t slow down

either. It was as if he was in another zone. In spite of all that, my prostate was
getting well hammered, which made my cock stir. My body was starting to
feel that forbidden pleasure again and I didn’t want it to happen.
To my luck, his cock was swelling inside me and I knew he was about

to shoot. His eyes closed and his mouth opened as he fucked his way to
climax. He started shouting in pleasure, then threw his head back, roaring
unlike any human I’d ever heard. He sounded demonic, which freaked me the
fuck out. Then I felt it, his semen shooting inside of me, filling my ass with
his cum. It was both the most disturbing and erotic thing I’d ever
experienced. He rocked hard, grunting and groaning as his balls emptied. I
was beyond pissed that he’d taken advantage of me like this, but more
importantly, I was confused as to why he’d chose me and why I enjoyed it so

much.
He gasped and huffed as his body quaked, then he collapsed on top of
me, panting. “It’s… time, I can… feel it.”
“Get off me!” I snarled.
“Oh, god… it fucking hurts!”
“What the fuck are you talking about? Get off me!” I yelled.
He didn’t pull out or roll off me. Instead, he lifted himself up and his
body started to convulse. He started making weird, sickly sounding noises
and I thought he was going to puke on me. That shit, I couldn’t tolerate.

“Get off!” I screamed in panic. I didn’t want to be puked on,

especially not after what the fuck just happened.
I was squirming and thrashing, trying to knock him off me, but he was
so strong! He put one hand on my chest, pinning me to the bed and the other

gripped my jaw, prying my mouth wide open. Oh god, he’s some kind of sick
bastard that gets off on puking in people’s mouths! The thought made me
gag, but then I saw something that scared the shit out of me even more. I
looked down and could see something moving inside his chest, working its
way up his throat.
“Wha tha fu is tha?!” I gasped in shock, though my words were
distorted due the fact that I didn’t have the full use of my mouth. I was
terrified now. Whatever the fuck that was, it was moving and it was big. I

looked at Raphael, and his eyes were bulging and tearing as the thing moved
closer. “Ge ofth ee, plea!” I begged. That’s when I saw the black, slimy
tentacles first, swirling and whipping their way out of his mouth.
I screamed, not caring who came in. Shit, I was hoping all of my
neighbors would come bursting through my door. I mean, how often do they
hear me scream in fear?! I wanted to turn my head away, but couldn’t.
Raphael held me captive in every way and all I could do was look on in
horror as this monster crawled its way out of his body through his mouth.
More of it was revealed and I saw a slimy, rounded head that didn’t seem to

have eyes, or nose, or any distinctive features other than being monstrous.
The tentacles latched onto my mouth and I screamed so loud my
throat hurt and my voice cracked. There was a knock on my door and I heard
Mrs. Bateman calling my name. I screamed again, hoping she’d run back to

her apartment and call the fucking cops. The tentacles held my mouth open
wider as Raphael drew closer to me. He was making gagging sounds as drool
and other viscous fluids dripped into my open mouth from his. It was bitter,
almost sour. I wanted to puke, but couldn’t. I was so freaked out, disgusted
and terrified by what was happening. What the hell was this thing he was
putting inside me?!
My mouth was stretched almost to the point of my skin ripping and I
felt the tip of the thing touch my lips. My scream started to become muffled

as it crawled itself inside my mouth. I felt it slither along my tongue as its

tentacles whipped around my mouth and down my esophagus. Once the thing
breached my throat, I couldn’t scream anymore. All I could do was lay there
and let it climb inside my body. Its long, slender form was shaped like a huge
slug and it was just as slimy as one. I watched as the tail end of it, all
tentacles whipping this way and that, left Raphael’s mouth and slithered into
mine.
 Raphael gagged again, but leaned over to spit whatever it was on the
floor. I lay there, unable to move even though he was no longer holding me

down. That thing had taken over my being and I couldn’t fucking move!
Tears flowed from my eyes as I felt it move down my body and settle into my
chest. That’s when the pain really kicked in and I wanted to scream, but
couldn’t. Raphael climbed off me and went into the bathroom. I heard the

water running for a few minutes, then he came back out and settled on the
bed beside me.
He patted me on my thigh as if he didn’t just puke a monster into my
mouth. “It’s an Agoto demon, better known as a Soul Eater. There are few of
us in existence, five to be exact now that I must include you. It’s normally
female-male-female-male. You are an anomaly. I was expecting the next
chosen to be a lovely woman with a gracious bosom and curvaceous ass. But
when you pulled me over and we connected, that spark you felt marked you

and bonded us. From that moment, the Agoto inside me started to procreate
and I had no choice but to mate with you.”
I looked at him and tried very hard to listen, but it was difficult
because the pain was excruciating. I felt like every blood vessel was being
melted away by hot lava. My muscles were on fire and I thought I was
literally burning to ash from the inside out. I could actually feel the damn
thing threading its tentacles through my muscles and all I could do was cry
from the agony I had to endure.
Raphael leaned forward, brushing his fingers along my cheek. He

gazed down at me as if he was sympathetic, but I was having a hard time

believing he actually gave a shit about me at the moment. He’s the one who
did this to me! I wish I had just let his ass drive on by when he sped past us,
then I wouldn’t be in this situation.

“I know what you’re feeling, I do. It happened to me over three-

hundred years ago. I never saw it coming either.” He chuckled nostalgically.
“She was beautiful, drop-dead gorgeous, in fact. And she wanted me. We
danced at the ball, then I took her home at her invitation. In her bed, she tied
me down like I did to you and I let her. I was curious as to what she wanted
to do and I wasn’t opposed to a little kink. She fucked my brains out that
night and I thought I was in love the moment I climaxed inside of her. After
she climaxed, it started to happen. The completion of the mating process.

You see, in order for the Agoto to share its offspring, its hosts…us… must
share bodily life-giving fluids to prepare the new host.”
I shook my head and moaned weakly as more pain racked my body. I
thought I was dying.
“You’re not dying,” Raphael said as if he read my mind again. “The
pain you feel is the bonding process. The Agoto is merging with you, making
you indestructible. You’ll feel extreme exhaustion once it’s complete and will
probably pass out, just as I did. Don’t worry, I’ll be here when you wake up. I
have to teach you what you need to know before I leave. For now, I have to

deal with your neighbor as I did with your female. Hopefully, it’s not too late.
If so…” he rose from the bed, “I’ll have to take more drastic measures.” He
walked out of my apartment, leaving me alone to endure the pain of this…
bonding.

I didn’t know how long he was gone. I couldn’t keep track of time
even if I wanted to. All I could focus on was the misery I felt. Sweat poured
from my pores as my body felt like it had been set on fire. I was starting to
feel fatigue like I’d never experienced before and all I wanted to do was
blissfully lose consciousness. After a while, the pain started to fade and my
body began to cool down. The room felt chilly after everything that had
happened and I was so exhausted that I simply rested my head on the pillow
and went to sleep.
 Chapter Three

I woke up to the smell of bacon and eggs cooking and I looked over to
my kitchenette to see Raphael working a spatula in a skillet as he scrambled
eggs. He must have gone to the store because I didn’t have any of that in my
fridge. The first thought that came to my mind was disappointment. If he was

still here, maybe everything that happened really happened. When I noticed
my limbs still tied to the bed, I knew I had something inside of me that
wasn’t human, and now, neither was I.
Raphael looked over at me and smiled. “You’re awake. Good. We
have a lot to discuss and you need to call off work for the day.”
“I don’t work today,” I said.
“Even better.” Raphael scraped the eggs onto two plates, then turned
the stove off.

“Are you going to untie me so that I can take a piss?”

He wiped his hands on a dish towel, then tossed it on the counter. “Of
course. Can’t have you pissing in the bed, now can I?” For some reason, I
could hear his Italian accent more acutely. It was faint before, but I knew it
was there. Now, it was very distinct and it made me wonder just what part of
Italy did he come from? He approached the bed, placing one hand on the rope
connecting my leg to the bedpost. “I want you to listen to me very carefully.
When I release you, I don’t want you to think you’re going to overpower me
and knock me out. That’s not going to happen. In fact, it will piss me off and

I’ll tie your ass back up to the bed and you can piss all over your mattress, for
all I care. You act civil and I will too. Do we have an accord?”
“Yeah,” I said. I was planning on waiting until after I’d pissed to beat
his ass anyway.

Raphael snorted with a smirk, but then started untying me. I rubbed
my sore wrists and flexed my arms and legs, letting my muscles get a little
workout after being confined. I realized as I did so, my muscles felt a little
stiff, but stronger. I still felt like myself, but different at the same time, if that
made any sense. I could smell, see, and hear things better. I’d always had
excellent vision, but as I looked across the studio, I could see specks of dust
like they were individual molecules on my windows. The food I smelled was
even more succulent then it ever had been before whatever the hell happened

to me last night.
As for my hearing, I could actually hear my neighbors clamoring
around in their studio apartments, although, I really couldn’t make out
distinct conversations. It all sounded like noise. One of my neighbors was
even getting in a little morning nookie. I walked over to my sofa, snatching
up the pair of leather pants I wore last night, and slipped them on. I didn’t
want to be naked around Raphael any longer than I had to be. Especially
since he was still checking me out in an “I want to fuck you again” kind of
way.

The ache in my bladder reminded me of my urgency, so walked into

my bathroom to relieve it. I watched as the golden fluid filled the bowl and
my body shivered in its release. At least that part was still normal. I flushed,
washed my hands, and then splashed some water on my face. I stared hard at

myself in the mirror. Everything looked normal. My eyes were still the same
shade of aqua green that seemed to entrance women. My dark hair did look
more lustrous. I reached up and touched a lock and it felt silkier, richer. My
skin also looked clearer, no blemishes. I didn’t have many, but I did notice
that was a change. Even the scar from my knife wound was now gone. That
was kind of bad news, women liked to hear the story about how I’d gotten it.
They thought it was sexy.
I wondered how much of me was different now. My mind flashed

again to what happened to me. The monster, or rather demon, had actually
climbed itself into me and made my body its new home. I thought about how
disgusting and terrifying that entire ordeal was. A wave of nausea washed
over me and I gagged. Before I knew it, I was on my knees, lifting the toilet
lid up and puking bile into the bowl.
“That won’t work!” Raphael called out. “It’s a part of you now, so
you can’t get rid of it. If it dies, you will certainly die with it.” His voice kept
drawing closer until I looked up and saw him leaning against the doorframe.
“It was fucking disgusting,” I grumbled, then gagged again.

Raphael chuckled. “Yeah, the mating process isn’t the most pleasant
part of merging with an Agoto demon. Well, I’ll take that back. Fucking you
was a lot of fun. I wasn’t completely sure what to expect myself. It was my
first and will be my only time.”

I spit the last of the bile into the toilet, then flushed. I rose and rinsed
my mouth out in the sink. “It doesn’t happen more than once?” I asked,
catching that last bit he said.
Raphael nodded. “The Agoto, from what I’m told, only procreates
once. It may take a year or century, or even a millennia for it to find its mate,
but when it does, it will stop at nothing to bond. Even if I didn’t want to mate
with you, it would have forced the issue. There was no avoiding it.”
“So you say,” I shot back, then shoved past him, back into my

bedroom area.
“It’s true, which is why we still have so much to dis—”
I whirled around on him when he came up behind me and tried to
punch him, but he blocked it. I released a barrage of blows, landing only two
as he parried and blocked most of them. He caught me with a swift right
hook, knocking me to the floor. It felt like I’d been hit by a semi and the
room tilted before righting itself as my vision blurred a bit.
 “Stay down!” he ordered as he stood over me. “I warned you not to
try to fight me. If you get up to attack me again, I’m going to make you wish

I’d killed you last night.”

“Like you would have,” I retorted. “You never had the option of
killing me from what you were saying. I was chosen and all that bullshit.” I
raised myself on my elbows as I glared up at him.

Raphael nodded. “You were. Now, do you want to know what that
means or do you want to be tied back to the bed and left there?”
That put some perspective on my situation. He may not want to kill
me, or can, but he could certainly leave me tied up for days on end, and no
telling what would happen then. I frowned, but nodded.
He gave me a sideways look. “Are you ready to listen?”
“Yes,” I snarled.
“Good. Besides, breakfast is getting cold.” He walked back into the

kitchenette and picked up both plates, placing them on the dinette table. Next,
he poured two large glasses of orange juice, then sat down.
I rose to my feet and joined him at the table, taking a seat. I looked at
the plate of food. Scrambled eggs with cheese and bacon, and raisin toast.
Looked good, smelled better. My stomach growled, especially after having
recently purged it. I was starving. I took up the fork and started eating.
Raphael swallowed his mouthful and took a swig of his OJ. “You’ll
be stronger than any human, faster too, with heightened abilities.” He took
another bite of food, chewed then swallowed. “I’m sure you’re already

realizing the changes in your five senses. Touch, taste, sight, smell, and
hearing. Everything is more acute now and when you fuck…” he smiled
lustfully. “Well, it will be like nothing you’ve ever felt. You won’t be able to
get laid enough.”

“That’s how I am now, nothing new.”

“It will feel much different, trust me. But I digress,” he said. “As for
the humans, they won’t be able to harm you. Their weapons will have no
effect on you. Nothing will. Not their diseases, chemicals, viruses, nothing. I
can’t tell you how much that immunity will come in handy.”
“So then how can I die?” I asked.
Raphael arched an eyebrow, “Looking for a way to kill me, are you?”
I shrugged. “Maybe.”

He laughed. “It’s impossible.”

“So you say. How can we die?”
Raphael cocked his head sideways as he looked at me inquisitively.
“Do you want to?”
“Not particularly, no. But that depends on if my death can save
countless lives. I still don’t know what the fuck you turned me into.”
Raphael chuckled. “A soldier to the end, and with such gallantry. You
are among the fortunate. You’ve been chosen to become one of the most
powerful beings in existence. You should be more grateful. Anyway, I

seriously doubt you’d ever be able to kill yourself. The Agoto demon is one
of the world’s greatest survivalists. The only way that I think it can die is to
be starved of souls.”
I nearly choked on my OJ when he said that shit. I coughed and

cleared my throat, then gestured for him to hold on. “Back up a second. Did
you say souls?”
Raphael nodded and finished off his eggs before giving me a better
answer. “Agoto—soul eater. It’s in the name. Did you think I was just being
funny?”
I shook my head. “Honestly, I don’t know what I was thinking. Last
night was fucked up.”
He shrugged. “I enjoyed myself well enough.”

“Go fuck yourself,” I snapped.

He sighed. “You’re in a mood. I guess I’ll continue. You need to feed
on the souls of others in order to survive. Like I said, I’m not sure if not
feeding will kill the Agoto because not one of us has been able to deny it.”
“What language is that?” I asked. “The Agoto?”
“Demon,” he replied as if it was that simple. To me, it just left more
questions. Like, how many demons are we talking about here? And they have
their own language, so I’m guessing it’s more than just the Agoto he
mentioned.

“And you say we can’t die. Maybe you haven’t tried hard enough,” I
shot back, keeping on track with the discussion.
“It’s impossible to commit suicide. I’ve chained myself up, hoping if I
was unable to search for souls, it would die and take me with it.” He

shrugged. “I was new and going through a dark period. I’m much smarter
now and well adjusted. Anyway, it found a way to feed. It teleported my
body from my chained prison and the first person that came across my path
was my meal. To this day, I regret that it was my son.” His expression
actually grew sullen at that reveal, but I was shocked and appalled by the
revelation.
“You took your child’s soul?” I asked, horrified. I knew I was
frowning at him because I could feel the wrinkling of my brow.

He looked up at me and nodded. “Yes.”

“So I guess no one is important to you!” I snapped.
“How dare you!” he growled at me with an inhuman menacing sound
that was terrifying enough to make me sit up straight. His eyes flared red and
I found that I was frozen in my chair. If ever I had any doubts that he wasn’t
human, they were cast aside at this moment.
“I’m sorry!” I exclaimed, holding my hands out defensively and
apologetically.
He took several deep breaths, then his eyes returned to their familiar

gray. “Don’t ever insult me again. I loved my son. He was my only child,” he
said in a low, steady voice, as if he was trying to contain his rage. I lowered
my hands when he seemed to regain his smooth demeanor. “I’m telling you
this cautionary tale of my own personal mistakes and regrets so that you

don’t make them yourself.”

I took the hint and nodded. Seeing him that pissed off was unnerving
and I didn’t want to push the envelope, especially if I didn’t need to. “I’m
sorry,” I gave my condolences. I could see clearly now that speaking about
his son was hard on him. Couldn’t say I blame him. He’d killed his own
child, had to be hard to cope after something like that.
He shrugged as if the motion could wipe away the memory. Maybe it
did, maybe that’s how he coped. Shutting himself off from the emotional pain

of that memory. He continued. “It was centuries ago, and I don’t care to
speak of it.”
I nodded. “All right.”
“Now, I’m not opposed to feeding on humans and Otherkind these
days, but I haven’t killed a child since that day. Just don’t have a taste for
them, you could say.”
“So you said the Agoto made you do it?” I asked, going back to the
original discussion.
He nodded. “Yes. I was not in control of my body at the time. I was

just a passenger, but I’ve had to live with the guilt of what happened for three
centuries.”
“But it wasn’t your fault,” I stated.
“My decision to starve the Agoto in hopes of killing it was. In its self-

preservation, the Agoto did what it needed to do to survive. That’s why I

think starvation is the way to kill it, but it will never let you,” Raphael said.
I grimaced. “Thanks for the warning.” He may not have wanted to
speak about his son’s death, but I was glad he did. Besides, this was shit I
was going to need to know. Everything seemed so surreal. I knew I had some
demonic entity now living inside of me, and then at the same time, I didn’t. It
felt real and then it didn’t. I guess that’s why I could sit here eating a
delicious breakfast and talk to the man who took my body against my will

and made me a monster. The shit just hadn’t completely hit the fan for me
yet.
Raphael bit into a slab of bacon. “Like I said, it won’t let you harm it
in any way. You don’t play ball, it will play for you. Brian, you seem like the
conscious-having type. Hell, you’re a cop who obviously takes his job
seriously, so I’ll hope you take this advice to heart. Don’t try to deny it souls.
Don’t let the thought of killing make you do something foolish like I did. If
you relish being in control of your body, then don’t try to starve yourself. It
won’t work. At least if you’re making the decisions, you get to decide who

you kill and not the Agoto.”

I sat back in my chair, suddenly having a loss of appetite. “What if I
don’t want to kill?” I asked, frowning.
Raphael threw his fork on the plate and the loud clatter jarred me.

“Did you not just hear a fucking word I’ve said?”

“I did, but—”
“You still think I’m bullshitting you?” he interjected with a frown.
“No. I’m just trying to ask the right questions,” I replied.
Raphael shook his head. “Killing to feed is not an option you get to
choose not to do. That’s the price of the gift you’ve been given.”
I snorted. “Gift! This isn’t a fucking gift. Whatever the fuck that thing
is you spit into my mouth last night, it for damn sure isn’t a damn gift! It’s a

curse! A monster!”
“You can look at it that way. But you’re immortal now with strength
and abilities humans can only dream of. Many do their summoning and
whatnot, trying in vain to be chosen by the Otherkind, but it’s rare.”
“‘Otherkind’ what the fuck is that?”
“Other demons. There are many species of our kind roaming the
earth. Some have to take a human’s form like the Agoto. Some can assume a
human’s form like a Kishaun. As far as I know, for our kind, we have no
weaknesses, save the hunger. But as long as you feed, you won’t feel the side

effects.”
“Which are?”
“Pain, weakness, nausea, irritability. You’ll want to murder the person
standing next to you and you probably will. It’s best you try to keep control

of your emotions. You’re young, so you’ll most likely need to feed at least
four or five times a week.”
“What? I can’t do that. I can’t kill five people a damn weak! I’m still
trying to wrap my head around killing anyone!”
“You’ll have to. Besides, I’m just taking a guess to see how long you
can go without feeding based on my own experiences. When I was first
chosen, I needed to feed at least five times a week. You might have to do it
every day, you might not, and it depends on what you feed on.”

That sparked my interest. “Meaning?”

He shrugged. “You can feed on beings with old souls, they’re more
filling and you might be able to go a day or two without having to feed
again.”
Okay, that was some good news. “Old souls, like the elderly?”
He nodded. “Or old demons. Even feeding from beings with wicked
or pure souls will nourish you.”
 I laid my head on the table, wishing I could just rub some magic lamp
and make this all go away.

Raphael leaned over, patting me on my back. “It’s not so bad. You’ll

get used to it. I’m sure being a cop, you’ve met your fair share of people who
could be scratched of the face of the earth and that would make the world a
better place. There are five of us and we’re all around the world. There are

billions of people covering this globe, and more born every day. It’s the same
with the Otherkind. So there is no shortage of humans or demons to feed on.”
I looked up at him then. “I should arrest you for what you’ve done,” I
replied, feeling revolted by how little life meant to him.
Raphael laughed. “I was going to kill you and would have had we not
made the connection. So already, your gift is paying off. You’re still alive
and now indestructible.”
I scowled. “Over a speeding ticket?!”

He nodded. “I usually kill humans that aggravate me.”

“Yet nothing can kill us?”
Raphael shook his head. “Not anything I know of. Not decapitation,
since we can’t seem to be. We don’t lose limbs, we can’t burn up, we can’t
blow up, and we don’t die of anything any human would perish from. We
can’t get sexual diseases, so you can fuck anyone you want without
consequence. Another gift.”
 “What about children?”
“Well, that’s a different story. I don’t know if it possible, but I’ve yet

to meet or hear of an Agoto-possessed human being able to sire real children.

I’ve tried, but have never been able to. Though, I have adopted over the
centuries, so that’s the next best thing if you’re itching to become a father.”
“This is really happening, isn’t it?” I asked as I stared at him blankly.

I think it was all starting to settle in my mind now. I was beginning to

understand what had happened to me and what changes my life had to take.
Raphael nodded. “You’re one of us now. It’s not as bad as you’re
making it seem. Besides, I’m going to teach you some things before I leave
you to your new life.”
“Where are you going?”
“Home. I have a beautiful condo downtown with all of the amenities
you could dream of. I don’t want to stay in this hovel of yours any longer

than necessary.”
“Fuck you,” I snarled.
He chuckled. “I’d love to, but for now, lessons first.”
His little flirtation didn’t escape my notice. I just fought the urge to
gag. Instead, I listened to what he had to say.
“There isn’t much for you to learn. I’m going to teach you how to
teleport, which is easy and takes just a bit of concentration. You also need to
know where you’re going for that trick to work. Then I’m going to teach you
how to feed and cover your tracks. Last, but not least, I’m going to teach you

how to erase a person’s memory. Those are the bags of tricks we have and let
me tell you, they’re awesome.”
“Erase a person’s memory? Is that what you did to Mrs. Bateman and
the chick I brought home?”

“Yes and no. For the chick, yeah. It was simple. I sent her on her
merry way without any knowledge of you or me. As for Mrs. Bateman, well,
the old woman was still in the middle of calling the police when I took her
soul. It looked like she had a heart attack and that’s what they’ll believe. The
police came, they knocked, had the landlord open the door and found her on
the floor. Having teleported into her home, there were no signs of illegal
entry or a struggle as I didn’t need to touch her.”
I reached across the table, snatching him by the front of his shirt and

pulled him closer to me. “You son of a bitch! Why did you kill her?! You
didn’t have to.”
“I did. Having just mated with you and giving birth to another Agoto,
I was weak and starved for food. It was unfortunate that she had to die, but it
was my way of killing two birds with one stone. Besides, you played a part in
her death. I told you to be quiet.” He looked down at my hand still gripping
his shirt, then back up at me. “Let. Go.”
 I snarled at him and shoved him back into the chair. “I hate that I have
to learn anything from you. I want you out of my sight!”

Raphael snickered. “Well, let’s not dally then.” He vanished from the
chair and appeared at my side, startling me.
“Jesus! That’s how you took my gun away so fast.”
“Yes. It was very easy to do. Now, as for teleporting… just imagine

where you want to go and then imagine yourself there. But it has to be a
realistic destination, or else you could end up stuck in a wall. From what I’ve
heard, they are very hard to get out of and extremely painful.”
“Well, we don’t want that,” I snapped.
“Temper. I’m doing you a favor right now. You keep giving me
attitude, I might leave you to your own devices and who knows what might
happen.”
I thought about what might happen and it terrified me. I knew what he

was saying was true, so that meant I was a very dangerous being. I needed to
be in control of whatever this thing was inside of me, not the other way
around. I stood up from my chair and took a few steps to the side, putting a
bit of distance between him and me.
“All right, teach me,” I said.
“I’m surprised you’re taking all of this as calmly as you are.”
“How did you take it?”
 He laughed. “Pretty much the same way. After sleeping off the
exhaustion, it helped me stay calm long enough to be told what had

happened. I freaked out a week later, unfortunately, and she came back to me
to help me cope.”
“She? The one who infected you?”
“Infected. Interesting terminology. I don’t really see it that way, but

yes. The one who gifted me with the Agoto. Really, I wasn’t her choice, just
like you weren’t mine. We don’t get to choose, it does.” He looked me up
and down, smiling devilishly. “Although, I can’t say that I’m at all
disappointed in its choice.”
“You already told me that.”
“Just reiterating in case you’d forgotten. Anyway, she helped me
adjust. So now, I’m paying it forward, as they say. Now, fucking concentrate.
Start small. Teleport into the kitchenette.” He pointed to the area and looked

back at me.
I looked at my kitchenette, then back at him. “How do I do that?”
Raphael rolled his eyes and huffed. “Were you paying attention to
anything I’ve said?”
“Yes, of course I was.”
“Then remember when I told you that you have to imagine yourself in
that place. Envision it, then put yourself there in your mind.”
 I closed my eyes, envisioning what my kitchen area looked like, then
I imagined myself standing by the sink. When I opened my eyes, I was still

standing in the same spot as before with Raphael laughing at me.

“You also have to will yourself there. Remember the Wizard of Oz?
Dorothy clicking her little red slippers together going: There’s no place like
home, over and over again. That’s the trick right there.”

“You didn’t say I had to will it,” I said.

“I thought it was obvious. Go on, try it now.”
I closed my eyes again and focused really hard on not only imagining
myself in the kitchenette, but really wanting to be there and I felt something
rock my body like an electrical charge racing through me at lightning speed.
When I opened my eyes, I was standing by the sink and a little shaky and
dizzy. I gripped the edge of the basin to steady myself and shook my head
clear of the cobwebs.

“Very good. Congratulations. I told you, teleporting is easy. You’ll

get used to the effects and they’ll wear off the more you do it. So practice
makes perfect,” Raphael said. He clapped his hands together. “Now, time to
eat.”
“We just ate.”
He smirked. “Not what I meant.”
Realizing what he was talking about, I panicked. “I don’t want to,” I
said out of fear.
“You must. I’ve already warned you of the consequences if you don’t.

Do you want that? What if the person you feed from is your cop partner? Or
some neighbor walking their dog?”
I swallowed hard as I thought about what he was saying. I didn’t want
to kill anyone, but I really didn’t want to kill anyone I loved or who was an

innocent. “Do I have to kill? Can’t I take just a little?”

Raphael laughed. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
“No, I want to know if that’s an option.”
“Like a mosquito? Take just a little off the top? What do you think
that will do, shave off a few years, but otherwise, they’ll be left intact?”
I shrugged. “Maybe? I don’t know.”
He shook his head. “Doesn’t work that way. When you feed, it’s the
entire soul, which is why I suggested you feed on the disenfranchised.”

“Can’t I feed on you?”

“Are you threatening me?” he laughed. “Nice try, but it can’t
happen.”
I rolled my eyes. “I’m not threatening you.”
“Good, it would do you no good anyway as the Agoto doesn’t eat its
young, nor its parent. Now, are you ready to learn how to feed?”
“Ready—no. But I don’t have a choice.”
 “No, you really don’t. Stay here.”
Raphael vanished before my eyes and again, I was left stunned. I now

knew how he did it, but I was still amazed to see him do it. I took the time
alone to practice teleporting through the apartment. There weren’t too many
places I could go, but being able to zap from the bathroom to the kitchenette
then into my bed was pretty fucking cool, if I allow myself to admit it. I’d

never be late for work again, or at least, I wouldn’t really have any excuse to
be. Raphael startled the hell out of me when he returned with a human in his
arms, struggling to break free. Fortunately, my man dignity was intact, as I
didn’t scream like a girl when he popped up. The human, however, looked as
surprise as I was that he was there.
“He’s all yours. This asshole is a drug dealer and he’d just sold a nice
stock to a thirteen year old boy. Don’t worry, I relieved the child of the
substance and made him forget that he ever wanted it in the first place,”

Raphael said.
I climbed out of the bed and made my way towards them. “I didn’t
know you cared.”
Raphael shrugged. “Didn’t want to hear you complaining. Now,
moving on. Can you read his aura?”
“His what?” I frowned.
“His aura.”
 The man in his arms tried to break Raphael’s hold, but couldn’t. “Let
me go you fucking freak!” he growled.

“Silence… before I rip out your tongue!” Raphael threatened. “His is

a yellow hue.”
“How do I read a person’s aura?”
“Concentrate, like everything else. Look inside his soul, it’s

instinctual for you.”

I stared at the man as he tried to stomp on Raphael’s foot only to find
himself tossed to the floor. Raphael was on him fast, punching him in the
face and busting his lip and nose.
“Ow! Motherfucker!” the man groaned as he cradled his bleeding
face.
“I told you to behave yourself,” Raphael growled, then he turned back
to me. “Focus on his soul and you’ll see what kind of man he is.”

I looked at the man again and this time, I stared hard as if I could see
through him. It took a little while, but my vision began to shift as if I could
see layers into the man’s being. I started to see the yellow hue Raphael
mentioned.
“I see it. What does it mean?” I asked.
“It means that his soul is damned if he doesn’t turn his life around. I
doubt that will ever happen, as this man has no redeemable qualities. He’s as
wicked as they come. Bon appetite.” Raphael motioned with a sweeping
gesture towards the man staring at us confused.

“How?”
“Feel your hunger and accept the offering.”
“I’m getting the fuck up out of here!” the man exclaimed and tried to
rise to his feet, but Raphael kicked him back down, then placed his foot on

his chest, pinning him to the floor. “Stay down.”

I continued to stare at the man and through his aura I began to see his
past crimes. I saw the women he’d raped and beaten. The children he pimped
to equally disgusting johns. Then I saw the people he killed and I really
wanted this guy to pay for the life he’d chosen. As a cop, I wanted to arrest
the motherfucker, but I knew I didn’t have enough evidence to convict him
on the rape, solicitation, and murder. All I had on him at the moment was a
few packs of drugs.

“Oh god, would you get on with it. What are you even thinking
about? Arresting him?” Raphael asked.
“It crossed my mind,” I shot back.
“You’re not a cop right now. You’re an Agoto. Feed.”
“How?” I asked again.
Raphael rolled his eyes. “Even a newborn infant knows to suck on the
nipple once it’s in his mouth. Instinct, let it guide you and all will become
clear.”
I walked over to the criminal struggling under the expensive Italian

loafer of the man who made me a monster. As I drew closer, I could feel my
hunger rising. It wasn’t the hunger I felt as a human. It was more intense and
all consuming. I staggered from the sheer need to feed and when I looked at
the human again, I wanted him. I wanted what was inside of him, his spirit.

Everything Raphael had said was true. Something inside of me opened up, it
felt like a weight lifting and before my very eyes, I saw a yellow mist flow
from the man’s mouth and into mine. The man’s eyes were as wide as
saucers, but he was paralyzed as his soul left his body.
As I fed, I started to feel euphoric. It was the best feeling in the world.
I felt alive and satisfied in ways I never knew existed! Not only that, there
was so much pleasure coursing through me. My cock was instantly hard and
my balls were tight with my load. This was amazing! I wanted more, I had to

have more! To my utter disappointment, the mist tapered off and then there
was nothing left to inhale. I collapsed to my knees, my forehead lowered to
the floor as the room spun around me.
“That will pass. It’s your first feeding and you did very well, finally,”
Raphael quipped with a chuckle. “I thought I was going to have to force feed
you.”
“Fuck… off,” I said, panting heavily. The effects of the feeding were
as intense as the feeding itself. I was beside myself at the fact that my dick
was rock hard and staining the crotch of my pants with precum.

“Fuck, that’s something we can do. Looks like you’re in the mood
from where I’m standing,” Raphael said.
I glared up at him. “I ain’t letting you stick your cock in me ever
again. You ought to be happy I’m not beating your ass for that shit you pulled

last night.”
Raphael snorted. “Didn’t I humor you enough in that regard when I
beat your ass this morning?”
“Go to hell,” I growled.
“Such hostility. Is it because you really want to fuck? I mean, you’re
complaining now, but last night, you came so hard your thighs were
trembling against mine. I didn’t have to look behind me to know that your
toes were probably curled like the witches feet in the Wizard of Oz.”

“I already told you, I’m not gay, and what the fuck is up with you and
the Wizard of Oz references?” I managed to rise to my feet and leaned
against the wall for balance. I needed to regain the strength in my legs again.
Lucky for me, my erection started to go limp. The last thing I needed was this
bastard ogling me.
Raphael shrugged. “I love that movie. Besides, it’s not like I’m
lying.”
 “I’m. Not. Gay,” I reiterated.
“About that—”

“About nothing! Fuck you.”

“You will be, at least once a month. The Agoto likes to mate and we
get together with our partners for a little bonding time. So, yes, Brian, you
will be seeing me again and we will be intimate.”

“And if I refuse?”
“You can fuck anyone you want, but it won’t get rid of your arousal.
You’ll be caught in a constant state of desire for me the longer you delay and
eventually, you’ll seek me out. Being older than you, I’ll be able to handle
the wait longer than you can. But even I will start to get anxious for you as
well. Try as you may, you can’t fight the fact that we’re linked now. Mated
for eternity. You might as well get used to what that means.” Raphael slid his
foot off the body and moved to the side. “Now, to get rid of this.”

I was still trying to process what the hell he had just told me. He
hadn’t lied to me yet, but this shit, I didn’t want to believe. I didn’t want to
have to fuck him every month. I was still trying to cope with the fact that he
made me orgasm last night. My body was on fire as he fucked me and that’s
something I’m not comfortable with. Yeah, if he was a chick with equal
features, then I might… might be game. This motherfucker’s balls were
hairier than mine and his cock was big enough to split me in half. I wasn’t
keen on this arrangement whatsoever.
“Hey!” Raphael snapped his fingers, bringing me out of my thoughts.

“Focus.”
“Sorry.” I looked at the man I’d just killed. Now that the effects of
feeding were wearing off, reality was setting in. I’d just taken a man’s life
and yeah, the son of a bitch was rat shit, but he was still a human being…

barely. And I’d killed him in a horrific way. I snatched his soul from his body
and sucked it down like a fucking milkshake. It felt and tasted wonderful and
that disturbed me more than the fact that I killed a man. I enjoyed killing him
and in the moment of doing so, nothing else mattered.
This was my life now, I knew it to be real.
“Are you done coming to grips? Because I really want to move on
with the lessons,” Raphael remarked with a rude, sarcastic tone.
“Look, motherfucker, you came into my life and fucked it up. I’m

trying to deal with this bullshit you dropped on my doorstep!”

“Then deal!” Raphael yelled. His expression displayed his anger and
agitation with me. “Accept that this is what you are and nothing, and I mean
nothing, can be done about it. You’ve got morals, and I get that, but when it
comes to survival, that comes first.”
“This is hard for me, damn it! I’m a cop, sworn to protect and serve. I
just killed someone!” I pointed to the body on my floor.
 “As far as I’m concerned, you did society a favor. This guy’s been
arrested before and he was out on the streets up to his old tricks. You know

what kind of evil he was. How can you stand there like you really give a shit
that he’s dead?”
“Because I’m not a heartless monster!”
“Has nothing to do with being heartless. You saved lives by taking

this guy out. Some would call you a superhero. If this guy was a target you
were ordered to eliminate, they’d call you a soldier and hero. They’d
probably give you a medal. Point is, you have to kill to survive. You won’t be
given a choice. Do it in a way that lets you sleep at night, but for god’s sake,
get over it.”
I wanted to fuss some more about how it was weighing on my
conscious, but I’m not dumb enough to beat that issue into the ground.
Raphael, as harsh as he was, was right. Yeah, I hated that I killed the man,

but when I really thought about it, I wasn’t sad that he was dead. I felt relief
that he couldn’t hurt anyone else even though it wasn’t the justice I was used
to dealing out. It was justice nonetheless. Bottom line, this crash course was
like the craziest rollercoaster I’d ever ridden, but only ten times worse.
“What did you want to show me?” I asked, getting back on track. I
wanted this body out of my sight.
“Okay. Good. I wanted to show you this nifty little trick for taking out
the trash.” Raphael aimed his hand, palm open, towards the corpse’s foot and
I watched as it began to smoke, turning black as the skin charred like

charcoal in a fire pit. Then it turned to ash within seconds.

“Holy shit!” I gasped.
“Amazing, isn’t it?” Raphael smirked.
“What the fuck? How did you do that?” I took a few steps closer, then

nudged the ashy foot with my toe and watched in bewilderment as the damn
thing fell apart into a small pile of ash on the floor.
“Another little gift from the Agoto. We can burn anything with our
willpower. It makes getting rid of dead bodies a breeze. Even better when
you’re outside and a real breeze can blow your remains away.” Raphael
chuckled at his own joke. He was the only one who found his sense of humor
entertaining. I, on the other hand, was still marveling at what he’d just done.
“How can I do it?”

“Simple. Point your hand toward his body and, like you did when you
teleported, imagine him turning to ash. Will it and it’ll happen,” Raphael
instructed.
I pointed my hand at the man’s chest and using the same trick he’d
taught me, I willed fire to burn the body away. The corpse burst into a ball of
flames and I jumped back, yelping.
“Oh, for crying out loud,” Raphael remarked. He held his hand out
and the flames simmered down until they disappeared completely, leaving the
body charred and smoking.

“Oh shit! I didn’t mean for that to happen!” I said, running my hands
over my face.
“Clearly.” Raphael rolled his eyes, which I was finding to be very
annoying. But I let it go… for now.

“How did you make the flames go away?” I asked.

He held his hand up, wiggling his fingers. “Willpower. Like with
everything we do. Your mistake was willing his body to burst into a ball of
fire.”
“You said to set him on fire,” I pointed out.
“No, I didn’t. I told you to imagine turning him into ash. That will
cause his body to burn from the inside out and attract a lot less attention than
this bonfire you created.” Raphael gestured to the smoldering body. “Try

again.”
“Smartass,” I mumbled.
“Dumbass,” Raphael retorted.
I looked at him and rolled my eyes. “Asshole.”
“Pussy. We can do this all day, but really, do you want to?”
I really didn’t like him. “Fine. I’ll be the bigger man and move on.”
Raphael chuckled. “Whatever. Back to the task at hand, then. Imagine
him turning to ash and see it happen.”
I looked back at the charred body and it was beginning to stink up my

apartment. I needed to really get rid of it. I aimed my hand toward him again
and envisioned him turning to ash like his foot. A few seconds later, that’s
what started to happen. Like when Raphael did it, I could see his body
burning from the inside and it looked like molten lava under the black rock.

The black rock being his charred skin. Within a minute’s time, his body had
burned black through and through and was now just an ash casing. I reached
down and touched his chest and the light contact caused it to collapse into a
pile.
“Holy shit!” I gasped, shocked at what I’d done.
“Nicely executed, though with practice, you can increase your speed.
Now all you have to do is sweep him and up place him in a regular garbage
bag where he belongs,” Raphael said, patting me on my shoulder. “Now,

here’s the last thing I need to teach you. How to make someone forget what
you want them to.”
“This is some cold-blooded shit,” I stated, looking at the ash.
“It’s efficient and necessary when you need to get rid of a body. If
you’re on the streets, you can either turn them into ash, or leave them there. It
will look like a death of natural causes. Now, I’ll be back.” With that,
Raphael vanished.
 I looked at the man-shaped pile of ash on the floor for a few more
seconds, then walked into the pantry to get the broom and dustpan. I began

sweeping up the ashes, then I threw them away in the garbage can. I didn’t
like the idea of those ashes just sitting there in the trash still inside my home,
so I took the bag out and threw it away. By the time I returned, Raphael was
back and he had a pretty Asian female with him.

“No harm will come to her,” I declared. I could see her aura now. It
wasn’t yellow, so I knew she wasn’t a horrible person. It was blue, so I
decided to ask my mentor what that meant. Ugh, can’t believe that jerk is my
mentor… and mate. I wish I could make myself forget this shit.
“Of course no harm will come to her,” Raphael said.
“Her aura is blue, what does that mean?”
“That she’s innocent. It doesn’t mean she doesn’t have a few
skeletons in her closet, petty stuff, really. All you need to know is that she’s

not evil.”
“So it means that she’s pure?”
Raphael nodded. “More or less, yes. There are no perfectly pure
humans, you know that, right?”
“Of course.”
“Good.”
“What other colors are there for auras?” I asked as I came closer.
 “Black means neutral in the sense that they aren’t horrible, but the
person isn’t a saint, either.”

“So, they’re borderline, could go either way?” I asked.

“Yes, that’s a good way to see it. Most humans will have that aura.”
Raphael stood behind the woman who was obviously terrified. She was
shaking like a leaf on a tree. Even her teeth were chattering. “Calm down,

honey. We’re not going to harm you. If all goes well, you won’t even
remember being here,” he whispered in her ear.
I looked at Raphael and tried to see his aura, but couldn’t. “Why can’t
I see yours?” I asked.
He smiled. “Like I said, we can’t harm each other, therefore, the
Agoto doesn’t recognize me or any other Agoto as a food source. You won’t
be able to see my aura.”
Well that really confirms it. We are bonded. I approached them. “So, I

guess this is just like everything else. I just need to will her to forget?”
Raphael nodded. “You’re catching on. Good. I’d hate to think I was
mated to an immortal idiot.”
“I wish I didn’t have to deal with an asshole forever. At least one of
us didn’t get screwed.”
Raphael smirked seductively. “You do realize that you’re setting
yourself up for a sexual innuendo. You said ‘asshole’ and ‘screwed’ in the
same statement. That just makes my dick hard.”
“Aaannd, I’m seriously regretting pulling you over.”

He laughed again. “I’m not. You’re fucking hot. I normally like my

boys prettier, on the feminine side, but for you, I am going to make an
exception. I’m looking forward to our little… get-togethers. But onto this last
lesson. You’re right, will her to forget even meeting me or coming here.”

I was glad he changed the subject. Having to think about him sliding
his dick inside me again was… was making me uncomfortable. I also didn’t
like how my dick twitched at the thought. For some strange reason, whenever
he mentioned fucking me, I could still feel him inside me, pumping away.
This damn demon inside me was an asshole, too, to make me feel this way.
Getting back to the woman, I looked into her terrified, bugged-out,
teary eyes and wanted her to forget ever meeting Raphael. I don’t know
where he took her from, but hopefully he’ll take her back.

“What are you doing to me?” she asked in a shaky voice.

Okay, so that didn’t work. Let me try again. “I want to help you,” I
said, then proceeded to will her to forget again. I placed my hand on her
shoulders and stared hard into her eyes and imagined her forgetting Raphael,
me, and especially being in my apartment. I felt a connection form between
us and she blinked as if confused. Then started to look around nervously.
“Where am I? How did I get here?” she shrieked.
 Raphael smiled. “Good. You made her forget. Now give her a
memory.”

I took hold of her shoulders again and made her forget being afraid,
then I made her think she was at the Carmichaels store five miles from my
home. “It’s done. She thinks she’s shopping for groceries at Carmichaels,” I
said.

“Actually, she was on a lunch break, but that works. At least now you
know how to do it. See? Simple.” Raphael grinned, then he vanished only to
return less than a minute later. “She’s at Carmichaels now. Remember, if you
plant a memory, at least follow through on it. We don’t want the human
world to know we exist.”
“Afraid they’ll kill you all?” I quipped.
Raphael arched an eyebrow, “Do you really think any human could be
a match for you? Especially knowing what you now know? Imagine what

you could do to an army with your abilities. The oldest of our kind can take
countless souls at one time in one feeding if she wanted. Humans are no
match, so it’s best they don’t even know we exist. It would start a panic and
that will be the end of what you call a normal life.”
“This is really my life now, isn’t it?” I asked, finally accepting the
inevitable.
Raphael nodded. “It is, and it’s not as bad as you think. You’ll see. As
for me, I’m going home. I’ve taught you everything you need to know and
I’ll be seeing you next month. Make sure you stock up on lube. And not that

cheap shit you have in your drawer.”

“Get the fuck out,” I ordered.
Raphael laughed and then vanished.
“Son of a bitch!” I cursed. Standing there, I looked around my home.

It felt weird being alone in my apartment after what I went through. I had a
sister who I wish I could call and tell her what the hell just happened to me,
but I didn’t want to. If what Raphael said was true, then telling her that I’m a
demon now, or at the very least, a demon’s host, might put her in jeopardy. I
would never do that. She was the only family I had left that was worth a
damn.
I went to my computer and fired it up. I opened up my Google search
and typed in “Agoto” and hit enter to see what would pop up. To my

disappointment, but not surprise, nothing popped up other than a Babylon-

Spanish translation that had nothing to do with demons. I didn’t think it
would, considering humans weren’t supposed to know about demons. Next, I
entered the words “soul-eater” into the search box. An anime manga of the
same name popped up along with some definitions of the term. I decided to
watch a few episodes of the anime. Sure, it was a cartoon, but maybe the
truth could be hidden there. Maybe some human was slick enough to pull that
stunt off.
After about five episodes, I thought it was entertaining, but had

nothing to do with what I’d become. Not on the same scale at least. I turned
off my computer and stretched my muscles. They were a little cramped from
having sat at my computer desk for hours on end. I went to my fridge, pulled
out a beer and popped the top with the tip of my finger just to see if I could. It

didn’t even hurt! I used to think it was cool when I used the edge of a counter
to pop the tops off, this beats that. But still, it wasn’t natural. I took a few
swigs of beer and it tasted even more refreshing. The flavor burst on my
tongue more acutely, just like the breakfast had. It was interesting to me that I
could enjoy food more now that I was no longer human.
I looked back at my bed and saw the ropes Raphael had used to bind
me still tied to the posts. Those fuckers needed to go. I began untying them,
and when I was about to toss them in the trash, I hesitated. They were

impossible for me to break free of, even after I’d become a full Agoto.
Maybe I should keep them around… just in case. I decided to shove them in
my dresser drawer.
My new hearing was taking some getting used to. My neighbors were
arguing over dinner two apartments down the hall. My other neighbors were
fucking again and I couldn’t fault them for that. Still, I didn’t want to hear
them, so I began to will them out of my head. Slowly but surely, the noise
started to fade until all that was left was the silence of my apartment. I had
new abilities that were simply amazing and could probably help me in my

everyday job. There was a lot of gloom and doom in my future, but maybe
I’ll get through that easier if I focused on the bright side.
It was time I tested out my strength. I had a weight bench on the
opposite side of the room. I adjusted the weights to the heaviest ones. Best

jump in with both feet at this point. If I can lift two thousand pounds, then I’ll
have an idea of how strong I am. I decided to do a bicep curl instead of a
bench press. I can always drop the damn thing if it’s too heavy. I’ll be in
worse shape if it falls on me. But then again, I could just teleport out of the
way. Hell, would it even kill me if my chest were crushed or I suffocated?
Can I suffocate?
I loved life too much to push those kinds of boundaries. I may hate
the idea of killing to eat, but I didn’t hate it enough to end myself. Maybe I’m

a coward, but I enjoy living. I love the beautiful, curvaceous body of a

woman and the pleasure I have between her legs, and an ice cold beer on a
hot summer’s day. I love barbeques and sports night at the bar. I love putting
bad guys in jail and hanging out with my friends and my sister.
Nope, death wasn’t an option. I’ll just have to make this shit work for
me. I gripped the steel bar and proceeded to lift the weights without any
problem or strain whatsoever.
 “Holy shit!” I gasped as I did five bicep curls as if I were lifting a five
pound bag of potatoes! “Jesus Christ!”

I put the weights down and stepped away from the bench in awe. God,
I was strong as hell! I lifted two tons like it was nothing! I needed to see what
else I could do and what else could affect me. I teleported over to my stove
and turned it on. I held my hand over the fire and felt only the warmth, which

was pleasant instead of painful. I decided to stick my hand into the fire and it
didn’t hurt at all. Nothing happened to my skin! So Raphael was right about
that, too. I walked over to my refrigerator and pulled three ice cubes out of
the box and held them tightly in my hand to see if the cold would hurt, but it
didn’t. The cubes melted in my hand instantly, but I only felt a gentle chill of
the ice, nothing more.
“This is amazing!” I wiped the water from my hand with a towel. I
was actually delirious with excitement. I would never want to relive what I

went through to become an Agoto, but I was starting to see the perks of being
one. Super strength, healthy skin and hair, teleportation, fire powers, and
mental manipulation. This shit was awesome!
But then you’ve got to fuck this dude once a month and kill, a little
voice in the back of my mind reminded me. I thought about having to have
sex with Raphael forever and I cringed. Sure, he was a very handsome man.
Any woman or gay man would probably be dropping their undies in a
nanosecond to get in bed with him. But I wasn’t so hyped about the idea. I
was straight and proud to be. I didn’t want or need some man making me cu

—confused like this.

I sat down on my sofa and finished off my beer before zapping to the
fridge for another. I had a lot to process and even more disturbing was the
fact that I might have to kill again tomorrow. That was definitely the

downside, and one that I was going to have to make a positive, like tonight.
Kill the dregs of society, like some vigilante. A dark avenger, or some shit
like that. I needed to think of it that way if I was going to survive… no, not
survive. Raphael made it very clear that this thing inside me would survive
with or without my help. I needed to stay in control. That’s the important
part.
For tonight, though, I needed to get drunk… if I still could.
 Chapter Four
Turns out I can’t get drunk, which was disappointing as fuck! I

actually have to go through eternity completely sober. Being what I am and

having to do what I had to do, I couldn’t even drown my sorrows in a bottle
of Jack. This shit was just cruel and unusual punishment. I woke up a little
later than I intended. My body felt normal, but energized in spite of downing

two full packs of beer. I didn’t even get a buzz. Shit. Anyway, I hurried and
dressed, then left my apartment. I couldn’t help but look at the door across
from mine, Mrs. Bateman’s. She was dead now because of me. I never really
cared for the elderly lady, because on top of being nosey, she was judgmental
and rude, but she didn’t deserve to die.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered to her memory, then walked away. Her
murder would have to go unsolved and the bad thing is, her death wasn’t
considered a homicide. I shook my head, I needed to clear my thoughts of

such things. It wouldn’t bring her back and would only make me feel worse
than I already felt.
I climbed inside my car and headed to work. Before going into the
precinct, I stopped and grabbed a few breakfast sandwiches and two coffees.
I met up with Sheila in the hallway and handed her one of the sandwiches and
a coffee.
“Thanks.” She looked at the bag. “Oooh, I love this place. Great food.
You must have had a good night last night to splurge this morning with your
cheap ass.”

Good isn’t the word I would use to describe the night I had or the one
before it. “My day off was… eventful,” I said. “So, you ready?”
She nodded and we both made our way to the garage and into our
patrol car. A part of me wanted to tell her what happened, but I knew it was

only going to be dangerous for her to know. So I kept my mouth shut about
Raphael and the new demon me. Instead, we talked about cop shit, TV
shows, and a bunch of other bullshit that could help pass the time away. We
handed out a couple of tickets to some deserving bad drivers and then docked
for another late lunch/dinner at one of our favorite diners. The problem I’d
been facing for the past five hours though, was hunger. It’d been over twenty-
four hours since I… I guess, ate. My body was feeling the side effects of
what I am if I don’t feed and they weren’t pleasant.

As I looked around the restaurant, I noticed all of the auras of the

people sitting in there eating. Some were black, blue, yellow, and a lot of
red. Sheila’s was black, too. I supposed mine would have been as well, if I
still casted one. Red was new to me. I wondered what it meant? Raphael
didn’t mention anything about that color. I needed to ask him, but now that I
think about it, I didn’t have his fucking phone number. But I did have his
name and address. Question was, did I want to see him again? The answer
was no. Hell no.
As I sat in that restaurant, I started to feel the hunger rising even

more, like the damn thing was noticing I was in a buffet of souls. Not even
the human food could take the edge off. Again, Raphael was right. I didn’t
like him being right. As I sat there trying to eat my food, I began to feel a bit
nauseous, which resulted in me losing my appetite. I put my fork down on

my plate and sat back.

Shelia looked at me, my plate, then back up at me. “That’s odd. Don’t
tell me you’re full? I’ve seen you put away twice that amount.”
I gave her a half smile. “Yeah, I know. I’m just not feeling all that
good right now.”
She frowned as she took a bite of her salad. “Really? What’s wrong?”
“Rough night. I guess I’m still recuperating.” I started to feel a pain
growing in my body, it was more of an ache, but something told me I’d be in

misery if I ignored it any longer.

I watched as one of the humans with a yellow hue for an aura walked
into the back towards the bathroom and decided this was as good a time as
any to make my first feeding alone. The guy was obviously scum, so this was
a good choice. I felt really guilty about what I was going to do with Shelia
sitting here right in front of me. She had no idea what thoughts were running
through my mind, or the hunger I felt. I felt a wave of dizziness flow over me
and I gripped the edge of the table to steady myself. The wood creaked and I
eased up a bit before I shattered it in two.

Shelia looked down at my hands. “Whoa, been working out more than
usual? Who are you trying to look cute for?”
“You.”
“You’re wasting your efforts, then,” she joked.

I smiled, but I was starting to feel worse. Time to make my move.

“Yeah, I guess. Ah, listen, I’ve got to go to the bathroom,” I said quickly. I
needed to feed before I gave myself away and freaked her out. Or worse yet,
killed her instead. I would never let that happen. Couldn’t let it happen. Not
because of my own stubbornness. I slipped out of the booth, then made my
way in the back towards the men’s bathroom. Hopefully, the only person in
there would be my intended victim. As I walked, my stomach flipped and I
felt like I was going to spew the food I’d forced down. Geez, Raphael wasn’t

lying when he said I’d feel like shit if I didn’t feed.

I walked into the bathroom and lucky for me, it was a small
neighborhood diner, only two urinals and one stall. There was one dude
pissing in a urinal, his aura was blue, so I definitely wasn’t going to feed on
him. That left the one guy in the stall taking a shit. I’ve got to say, I wasn’t
enjoying my heightened senses inside this damn bathroom, that’s for sure.
I walked over to the urinal and took my dick out. I had to piss, so I let
it fly. By the time I was done, the other guy had left and I was finally alone
with Mr. Piece-of-Shit. My hunger hit me even stronger now that I was so

close to taking his life. The need grew more persistent, kind of like how
intense the need to piss is once you’re actually in front of a toilet. I had to
brace myself against the wall as another wave of nausea and pain ripped
through me. If I didn’t want to feel like this again, I had to stay on top of

feeding. Besides, I didn’t know how long I could go without taking a soul
before the Agoto felt like it needed to take over the reins. A part of me
wanted to test that limit, if only to see where the line was drawn.
I turned toward the closed door and could hear the man behind it
grunting as he struggled with making a bowel movement. I needed to make
this quick, I didn’t want to be caught and this was a bad situation, but I was
desperate at this point. I reached up, grabbing the top of the door, then
wrenched it open, surprising the dude on the toilet.

I stepped inside quickly, covering his mouth with my hand as I kicked

the door closed behind me, holding it in place with my foot. The man on the
toilet was caught in a predicament, and had limited mobility. With my
strength pinning him to the toilet, he wasn’t going anywhere. I didn’t waste
any time letting my new nature take over. Like before, something inside my
body opened up to receive the soul and it left his body in a yellow mist into
mine. My eyes rolled up inside my head from the pleasure. I must have
looked horrific to the guy who I was killing. My cock was rock solid again
and I was on the verge of orgasm. Unfortunately, the pleasure faded as his

soul was fully devoured, leaving me extremely horny and exhilarated.

I fell back against the stall door, which barely offered my full weight
support. I had to grip the side of the stall to maintain balance as I rode the
euphoric wave of feeding. The only thing I wanted to do now was blow my

load all over the place, but I couldn’t. No way in hell I’d leave my DNA at a
crime scene or nut all over some dead guy. I could hear voices coming closer,
so that helped sober me up quickly. I teleported out of the bathroom and
behind the dumpster in the back. It was the only place I could safely reappear
without a bunch of people seeing me do my Houdini trick.
I took a few minutes to gather myself before walking back in. I
needed to come to grips with what I’d just done. Killing a man for food, it
was the second time I did it and at this point, I couldn’t tell if it was getting

easier or harder. Maybe it was getting easier to kill, but harder for me to
accept that fact. Shit, this was fucking with me on all new levels. I needed to
get back to Sheila. I walked back into the diner through the front door,
surprising her.
“When did you go outside?” she asked.
“The men’s bathroom was full and I couldn’t wait. Had to find an
alley dumpster,” I lied, and I was surprised by how easily it came out too.
 “You’re such a gentleman.”
I smiled at her. “I know. Let’s get out of here, okay?” I couldn’t

believe I was playing it so cool. I should have been shaken up, disgruntled
and all kinds of nervous, but for some reason I wasn’t. Maybe it was because
I knew I would never get in trouble for what I did? Even if they caught me
red handed, I could make them forget they ever saw me. Or I could break out

of jail whenever I wanted to. Basically, there was no consequence for me, not
even one I could give myself.
I knew one thing, I needed to get the fuck out of this diner. I don’t
think I’d ever be able to eat here again and that pissed me off because I loved
the food here. I reached into my wallet and paid the bill, leaving a ten dollar
tip because I didn’t want to wait for the change. I ushered Sheila out of there
in a hurry, which she knew was odd.
“Are you okay?” she asked once we were back inside the cruiser.

I nodded. “Yeah, just had to purge behind the place. Food didn’t settle
well,” I lied again. Well, at least I could use that as an excuse if she asked
why I didn’t want to come back to one of our favorite hangouts.
“Oh shit, glad I’m not you,” she said. “Feeling better?”
I nodded. “Yeah, just wanted to go, you know.”
She shrugged. “I get it, don’t blame you.” She looked at the clock.
“Well, only two more hours and we’re free to be menaces of our own.”
 Menace is right. My cock was starting to soften, but that didn’t take
away from the fact that I wanted to get fucked, and by a hot woman with big

tits and a tight pussy. I was going to be on the prowl and I couldn’t wait to
get some relief from all this tension when I busted my nut. Until then, I did
my job and pretended to be normal while chatting with Sheila. This was
going to take some getting used to.
 Chapter Five
One Month Later

I was finally getting used to taking out the trash. My first kill was the
hardest, but I knew what to expect with the second and the third and the one
after that. Before my first week had come to a close, I’d learn how to hunt. I

didn’t just want to feed randomly. If I was going to make the best of this life,
I needed to be useful. So, I started searching police files for my victims. My
first official hunt, I found him easily in a bar getting piss drunk by himself.
Fucking depressing, it was to me, although he didn’t seem depressed. He
looked as though he was celebrating. His aura was bright red. I still wasn’t
sure what that meant. I knew he was wicked, but so were humans with yellow
auras. What made red so different? In the past month I’d seen purple and
green auras too. Both of those colors were mysteries to me, as I couldn’t look

into their souls and see their past. I didn’t know if they were good or bad, so I
kind of steered clear of them.
Anyway, this particular asshole was on our watch list. A convicted
pedophile released back into the wild. He hadn’t cleaned up his ways either.
When I read the part about his past and saw a great deal of his crimes, some
as recent as four months ago, I had to take him out. He’d killed and raped
over a dozen children that the law was unaware of. I was actually happy to
take his soul. It all went down in his home. I took him by surprise when I
popped up in his living room. When I started to feed, he was terrified. I could

taste his fear in his soul, which really made everything that much better for
me. It was what the son of a bitch deserved. Since I was in his home, I didn’t
bother to ash his body. He just looked like he had a heart attack and died of
natural causes. Still, I was glad that he was dead. He couldn’t hurt anyone

else and that’s what was getting me through what I was.

Also, it felt amazing doing it and I found myself looking forward to
that sensation. My body would buzz with all of this energy while feeding—a
mixture of it! Sexual, mental, emotional, spiritual… I actually came in my
pants when I fed on the pedophile and again when I fed on another person
with a red aura. I guess the feeding was that intense because they were so
fucking evil.
One more thing I began to realize was that I never gained weight.

What I was when it all went down is how I think I’ll be forever. I’m glad I
did spend time in the gym. If it’s true, I can eat whatever I want and never
have to worry about a damn thing. Good news for me since I love those damn
burgers and beer. I guess I’d ask Raphael the next time I see him.
Ugh, speaking of his ass, he was right about how I’d be feeling
around this time. I was hoping that he was just bullshitting to trick me into
fucking him again, but he wasn’t. Everything he described was happening. I
was horny all of the damn time. For the past three days, I’ve been jerking off
at least five times a day, which was difficult with the kind of job I had. Even

Sheila was recognizing all of my “bathroom” breaks and my erections from

nowhere. Sure, she’s joked about them, but I’m actually kind of embarrassed
about the fucking things. They keep springing up on me like I’m some
teenage boy going through puberty. The only time I want my dick poking

tents in my pants is when I’m standing or sitting or lying in front of a hot,

naked woman who’s preparing to ride me hard. Not when I’m filling out
paperwork in a precinct full of citizens, criminals, and cops. Yes, I do
separate the three.
I was finding it hard to concentrate because I kept thinking about
Raphael. Desiring him and what his body would feel like against mine again.
I knew I had no one to blame for this bullshit but the thing inside of me
fucking with my head and emotions. And what’s worse is that there wasn’t a

damn thing I could do about it but give in. I hated that because it seemed like
he won. I didn’t want him to win. I was procrastinating seeing him again for
as long as I could, but I didn’t know how much longer that was going to be. If
I couldn’t function like a normal person without thinking and wanting—
needing sex with him, then I might as well get it over with.
I motioned the bartender over for another refill on my scotch. At this
point, the liquor was a reminder of how different I was. It was also
comforting even though I couldn’t get a buzz from it. The bartender strolled
down the bar, carrying the bottle of scotch and topped off my drink, I paid

him money and he walked to another customer. I turned my attention back to

the TV screen to watch the basketball game. So far, my team was losing by
fifteen points in the third quarter. There was still hope as miracles can
happen.

“Ready to go home and fuck yet?”

I froze. I knew that Italian accent and deep voice anywhere. I’d
probably recognize it in a crowded room with the music blasting. I turned to
see Raphael sitting on the stool next to mine. “Go to hell.”
He sighed. “How long are you going to put this off?”
“As long as I can.”
“For what purpose? Surely you must be clawing the walls by now.”
“I’m doing all right.” I took another sip and hoped he didn’t notice the

rise in my pants.
“Is that why your cock is giving me a standing ovation?”
Shit, he noticed! “What do you want from me?” I asked, looking at
him.
“You’ve accepted what you are in all other aspects. Now, accept this.
We are mated and that requires us to have sexual intercourse. I get relief, you
get relief, and we can go on about our separate ways.”
 “Until next month?”
He sighed. “Until next month, I guess, yes. Is that so bad? It’s not like

you didn’t enjoy yourself.”

“Are you seriously bringing up the time when you took me against
my will while I was tied to a bed, unable to defend myself, as your point of
reference for why I should willing fuck you this time?”

He rolled his eyes. “You came hard, didn’t you? Besides, as I’ve
already explained, ad nauseam, it couldn’t be avoided. I tried to seduce you,
but you straight boys are so difficult in your beliefs.”
“It’s not a belief. It’s not a preference. It’s how I was born.”
“Well, now, it’s not a choice. And how you were born doesn’t mean
shit in our world.” He tapped his fingers on the bar counter, then huffed. “I’ll
tell you what… take my number down. When you’re ready to get over this
petty bullshit, call me.” He looked at me, then gestured for me to pull out my

cell phone.
I sighed and pulled it out. I didn’t want his information, but I knew
I’d need it. “What’s your number?”
Raphael gave me his digits. “I’ll give you to the end of this week
before you’ll be begging for me to fuck your brains out.”
“Don’t bet on it.” I slipped my phone back into my pocket.
He leaned over, close to my ear. “The women you’re fucking will
only help so much. You keep denying the Agoto and it will take matters into
its own hands. You know I’m telling you the truth. I’ll see you in a few days,

if not hours.” He kissed my neck and I jerked back. He laughed, then walked
out of the bar. I looked around to see who all caught that little transaction and
noticed the bartender checking me out. God, was every one fucking gay?! I
downed my drink and rose off the stool.

I left the bar and headed towards my car that was two blocks away. I
was about a block from my ride when I sensed that someone was following
me. I turned quickly, taking the pretty, petite female by surprise. She looked
from side to side, then back at me like she wanted to run.
“Why are you following me?” I asked. I didn’t approach her. Lord
knows she was terrified enough as it is.
“Why do you think I’m following you?” she asked in a less than
confident voice.

“Don’t play games.”

“All right, so maybe I was following you. Don’t hurt me.” I could tell
that her fear was subsiding, but she was still extremely cautious.
I frowned. “I’m not going to hurt you. I just want to know why you
were following me.”
“I wanted to talk to you about something very important.”
I cocked an eyebrow. “Oh really. Look, I don’t recognize you, so I
know we’ve never met, so this better not be about some paternity suit or
some shit like that.”

“Oh, you’re charming,” she retorted.

“I try to be,” I remarked.
“Well, lucky for me, this isn’t about some illegitimate child you think
you may have sired. This is much more important. It’s about saving lives.

I’ve been sent to see if you can be recruited into our secret organization.”
I furrowed my brow. “What the fuck are you talking about?”
She looked around again and then took a ginger step forward. “If we
could go someplace more private. What I have to tell you shouldn’t be
discussed in public like this.”
I shrugged. “My place or yours?”
She huffed, then looked down and noticed my raging trouser snake
ready to strike. “Perhaps a place of my choosing would be best.”

I glanced down and smirked, “You’re an attractive lady.”

“Are you ready to go?” she asked in a no-nonsense tone.
I sighed. “Sure. Lead the way.” If I was still human, I would have
been a hell of a lot more cautious, but being what I am… well, let’s just say
that there wasn’t really much I was afraid of these days. That’s because
nothing seemed to hurt me and if I was in some sort of danger, I could get
away easily. I motioned for her to take the lead and she nodded and walked
across the street. I followed as she led me to an abandoned storefront
business. It used to be a family-owned neighborhood store back in the day.

Now, it just housed crackheads, whores, rats and roaches.

“Doesn’t look like a place someone like you’d want to hang out in,” I
said, noticing that her aura was black. “Then again, maybe it is.”
She tossed me a disdainful look over her shoulder. “For a man of the

law, you really do lack manners.”

“It’s been a long night and I’m more irritable than usual,” I said and
adjusted my cock. I really needed to shoot off a load. This erection wasn’t
going away any time soon. At least not on its own.
“Just a little longer.” She led me past several inhabitants down the
stairs into the basement. We stepped over a few more “tenants” and walked
down a long dark hallway to what looked like a blank wall. She pressed her
hand against it and a blue light lit up, scanning her fingers and palm. Okay,

this spy Bond shit sparked my interest. I didn’t say anything, I just kept close
behind her. Inside this room was a table with two chairs on opposite sides.
There was a mirror and a file cabinet and a sink. That was it. “Please have a
seat, Mr. Cordero.”
I turned to her. “How do you know my name?”
“I know a great deal about you, Mr. Cordero, and what you are.”
“You better start fucking talking then.” I was alarmed because I had
no idea how she could possibly know what I was. I had been careful every
time I fed and I made sure not to do anything Otherkindly in public. So what

the fuck was this all about?

She gestured to the chair, then walked around to the other chair on the
opposite side, taking a seat. I looked at the empty chair and then eased into it,
keeping my eyes on her the entire time.

“Please don’t be alarmed, Mr. Cordero. I mean you no harm,” she

said.
“If you know what I am, then you know you can’t harm me,” I said,
testing her knowledge.
She smiled and nodded. “Yes, that’s true. You are what we call the
upper echelon of the demon realm. And that is why we’re having this
conversation.”
“How do you know who I am?” I asked again.

“We have people who keep an eye out for demon activity… other
demons who joined our organization in order to save mankind. They sensed
another demon entering, or in your case, being born into existence a month
ago. It took us a little while to find you, really. We only located you two
weeks ago and kept tabs, waiting for the perfect moment to approach you.
We wanted to know what kind of demon you were.”
“Really?”
 She nodded. “You care about people, Mr. Cordero. It’s why you
became a solider and then a cop. You want to serve your country and protect

its people.”
I huffed. “You think you know me?”
She shrugged a shoulder. “Why else did you do it then?”
Okay, so she knew me, at least in that regard. I shrugged. “Fine. So

you’ve been following me?” I said, purposefully dodging her question

because there was no need to answer it.
She smiled a little as if satisfied that she was right. Damn women,
they always have to be right about something.
“We watched you feed recently, a criminal in the alley. You were
very discreet, so don’t feel bad that we witnessed you. You wouldn’t have
known our agents were there. These particular demons have mastered the art
of stealth,” she stated.

I snorted and sat back into the chair. “You know so much about me. I
don’t know a damn thing about you. Why don’t you tell me your name.”
“Agent Smith,” she said.
I rolled my eyes. “‘Agent Smith’, really?”
“That is my last name. What I do is defend the world against various
demon attacks.”
I frowned. “What attacks? Are you talking about what I’m doing?”
 She shook her head. “No, Mr. Cordero.”
“Then what?”

“It’s helps that you’re no stranger to demons, so when I tell you this, I
hope you believe me.”
“I’m very likely to take your word for it. I’m listening.” I leaned my
elbows on the table and gave her my undivided attention, which was no small

feat. I was trying very hard to keep my eyes on hers and not her tits.
“For the past five centuries, our organization has been keeping the
existence of demons and their world a secret from mainstream civilization. If
people knew that demons really existed, war would break out and humankind
would lose. There are demons here that generally want to help keep the peace
and the secret. They don’t kill for fun or pleasure like many other demons do.
Some don’t even kill. There are many species of demons ranging from weak
little upstarts that like to cause mischief, to some serious heavy-weight hell

raisers who are determined to reign down death and destruction. Our
organization not only keeps their existence hidden, but we also police the
ones who would harm innocents and who want to bring or reign hell on
earth.”
“I haven’t seen any other demons around,” I said.
“Are you denying that they exist?”
I shook my head. “No, I wouldn’t do that. Besides, I was kind of told
that there were others out there. I’m just saying I’ve never met any.”
“Perhaps you just haven’t learned to spot them, or you haven’t been

looking. They are all over, Mr. Cordero. Or maybe you have spotted them
and just didn’t recognize them for what they are. Some demons can take a
human form, while others must possess a human host, like the Agoto.”
I tensed at the mention of my little slimy, ugly, tentacle demon

passenger. “So, they’re hard to spot?”

“Only if you don’t know what to look for. We know very little about
the Agoto demon, which is rare. There aren’t many beings in existence that
we don’t know about.”
“Apparently, there are only five, including me.”
She pursed her lips and nodded. “Interesting. From what we know,
the more powerful the demon, the fewer their quantity is. Mr. Cordero, we
need your help. For the past year, one of the most dangerous gates have been

breached and more powerful and deadly demons have entered our realm.
They aren’t here to blend in with society, but to wreak havoc on humankind.
You’ve seen what they can do, history books are filled with their atrocities,
but none of that compared remotely to what we fear is coming.”
“And that is?” I asked.
“World domination. There are demons here who don’t like the peace
we have established. They want to destroy our way of life and the world as
we know it. In the past thirty years, we’ve seen more crimes happening. More
‘natural disasters’. People opening fire in schools and shopping malls.

Hurricanes striking locations that aren’t normally effected by such weather

conditions.”
“Are you saying that people who commit crimes are demons?” I
asked, wondering if the red aura is what’s been the distinguishing factor.

“Not all, but the most heinous crimes, yes. People who can kill, maim,
rape another being without remorse. Those are demons or humans who’ve
sold their souls to demons for whatever reasons. You ever look into the eyes
of one of them in a courtroom? There’s nothing there, no humanity
whatsoever.”
I nodded. I’ve seen my fair share of looking at a killer’s cold, lifeless
eyes. Some have even been so bold as to smile as they’re being sentenced to
death. “I have.” As a matter of fact, I’ve seen that cold look in some of the

people I’ve fed on. That was until they knew they were going to die, then
they became afraid.
“Some are just wicked people,” I said, remembering the humans I’ve
fed on with yellow auras.
She nodded. “Some are. But the ones who can do damage on a
grander scale, those are the ones we concern ourselves with.”
“Now that I think about it, I might have seen a few demons.” I
remembered the colorful auras I’ve seen that Raphael didn’t bother to explain
to me when I first asked him about them. He and I were going to have words

the next time I saw his ass.

She nodded and continued, “You probably have. There are millions
walking this earth.”
“Jesus Christ!” I gasped.

“My sentiments exactly. Like I’ve said, we’ve been monitoring the
eight gates, keeping our eyes out on who comes through, and blocking the big
baddies. Three of the most powerful gates were locked completely, but in the
past year, one was breached as I’ve said.”
I shook my head, trying to makes sense of what I was hearing. “There
are eight gates and now six are open? Where do these gates lead to, why so
many?”
“The eight levels of hell each have a gate. About five hundred years

ago, we managed to close the most threatening gates that led to the last three
levels of hell.”
“Like Dante’s inferno, but instead of nine gates, it’s eight. And that
one is the worst?” I asked.
She nodded. “Exactly. We believe that’s how the Agoto demon
entered our world. It’s so powerful, it had to have come from the eighth gate
entry. This, of course, was at least a thousand years ago, long before we
closed the gates. I guess, since it’s only five of you, that it doesn’t… give
birth—for lack of a better word—often?”

“From what I’m told, it’s picky,” I stated.

She nodded. “Unfortunately, in the past two years, we’ve lost some of
our strongest soldiers and we’re losing control over what’s entering our
world.”

“Why don’t you just close all of the gates?” I asked, seemed logical to
me.
She shook her head. “Not a part of the deal. We need demonic help to
take care of the other demons that have been in our world for thousands of
years, way before our organization was formed. In order to get and maintain
that alliance, certain gates must be left open. Some demons can travel back
and forth, but it’s also a way for other demons to enter into our world for a
chance at redemption. If we closed all of the gates, they’d be trapped in hell.

Besides, the demons we have working for us don’t have the power to close
the gate in question. The one who did is now dead.”
“Okay, I get that. But if the demons entering our world are evil,
maybe a single gate with the lessor demons should be left open? Like the
level one gate. Wouldn’t that be easier to monitor and keep the treaty
between humans and demons?” I asked.
“I don’t think you do. Let me explain further. They aren’t all evil.
There are plenty of demons here, even old powerful ones, who were once
human and they see this as a second chance to make amends for the choices

they made while they were human. And as far as the demons are concerned,
that option you mentioned would be unacceptable. You can’t just keep one
gate open. That would stop other, more powerful demons, who can and want
to help us, from doing so. It’s not a perfect system, but it’s been working for

centuries and the humans have been none the wiser.” She brushed her blonde
bangs from her eyes. “Basically, we had to compromise.”
“Seems fucked up, but I guess I see your predicament. So now we
have some really dangerous demons here that aren’t playing by the rules?”
She nodded. “And the hits we’ve taken, both human and demon, have
left our world vulnerable. We need to recruit some heavy hitting demons who
can help us fight this war and get that eighth gate closed again. If we don’t,
humanity is lost. The world will be overrun by demons who want only to

control, conquer, and destroy.” She looked away grimly as if contemplating

such a future. “They’ll war among themselves until one of them is left
standing, and in between their battle for supremacy, human lives will be lost
or enslaved. We’ve already seen signs of battles that have taken place
throughout history. There have been human and demon casualties.”
I was speechless as she laid all of this out for me. At this point, the
world I knew looked so small compared to the one she was revealing to me.
“This is unbelievable,” I said, shaking my head in bewilderment.
She reached over the table and placed her hand over mine. “Mr.

Cordero, your skill in both the Marines and on the police force would be
extremely helpful to us, but it is what you’ve become that will be our greatest
asset and weapon. A demon that is indestructible and can kill other demons.
We need that. The world needs that.”

“Have you spoken to the other Agotos?” I asked.

She nodded sadly. “We’ve only managed to make contact with two
others besides you. They are an elusive breed and those who we have made
contact with have refused to help. Because they are so powerful, they don’t
care what happens. They aren’t connected to humanity the way that you are.
You still care. You still have people you love and care about. We need you
on our side, Mr. Cordero. Not only that, we need you to help get other strong
demons to join our side.”

“What makes you think I can convince them to join you if you can’t?”
I asked. I was still trying to wrap my head around everything that she’d told
me. Here I was thinking demons were rare and now I have to accept that they
were always living among us in the very fabric of society. I wondered how
many demons were sitting in jail right now?
“Because of what you are. They respect Agoto demons or fear them
or both.”
 I snorted. “So you want me to strong-arm or threaten other demons to
join?”

“Not necessarily. If they see that you’ve joined us, maybe they’ll be
inclined to.”
I cocked an eyebrow. “And if I’m not that influential?”
“Then maybe strong-arm and threaten them. Look, Mr. Cordero… we

need help. I know you’re seeing all of the disasters happening. Multiple
tornadoes hitting one area, unusual weather conditions. These are not
coincidences or acts of nature. This is the work of demons working spells in
their attempts to open all of the gates.”
“So it’s not global warming?” I remarked.
“What do you think is warming the earth?”
“Are you telling me it’s the fires of hell?”
She just stared at me as if that was my answer.

“Jesus Christ, the fires of hell?” I gasped and put my face in my

palms.
“And it’s getting closer with every powerful demon that amasses its
army.”
I rose from my chair and ran my fingers through my hair. I didn’t
need to hear this shit. I walked toward the mirror and looked at my reflection.
I could see her watching me from her mirrored image, but she just gave me
whatever time I needed to process the shit ton of information she just dumped
on me.

“To show you how much your help is needed, Mr. Cordero, just last
week, we caught one trying to summon a Dorogo demon into this realm.”
I frowned and turned to look at her. “What the hell is a Dorogo
demon?”

She sighed and flipped her blonde hair from her eyes. “Remember
hearing about the Spanish Inquisition?”
I nodded.
“Well, a Dorogo demon needs a human host, and once it has one, it
can be extremely influential and all it wants to do is cause death and
destruction. As you know, countless thousands died during that time.”
“Jesus,” I said under my breath. I was calling on him a hell of a lot
this past month. “And you, I mean your organization, has been fighting these

things for five hundred years?”

She nodded. “When certain people of the human race became aware
of such things as demons, the organization was formed. But like I’ve said,
we’ve taken some serious hits. We have factions all around the world, but our
numbers aren’t what they used to be. Demons have killed many of our agents,
and with more demons siding with them, there’s going to be no one left to
fight the good fight. This is why we’re having this conversation.”
 “I need to get laid,” I said.
“What?”

Oh shit, I didn’t mean to say that out loud.

Agent Smith frowned as if insulted by what I said. I couldn’t really
blame her, that thought came out of nowhere and it was completely
inappropriate.

“Umm, I didn’t mean for you to hear that.”

She looked at my crotch and saw that I was still hard. “I hope you’re
taking what I’m telling you seriously, Mr. Cordero.”
I waved my hand to cut her off. “Trust me, I am. I’ve just got other
shit going on with me.”
Maybe she’d appreciate it more if she knew how difficult it was for
me to concentrate on her words instead of her breasts. I was so horny, I was
actually getting pissed off about it. And after learning what I now know, I

didn’t have time to be focusing on sex when the world I’m living in is under
attack. Raphael was giving me a few more days, but I’m thinking he might
get a call from me tonight.
“Will you help us?” she asked finally.
I sat down again and tried to focus on the important issue at hand and
not her luscious mouth. I could just imagine it wrapped around my dick and
suck—ah shit! I need to get laid now! I knew I needed Raphael. I’d fucked
plenty of chicks this month and only in the past week, it did not seem to
matter. He was right about how wonderful sex would feel now that I am a

demon. But lately, my cock would get pleasure only to rev back up again.
Looks like he was going to win this one too. I sat back in the chair and tried
to calm down.
“What does one of these gates look like? And will I be expected to

close them?” I asked.

“Believe it or not, they look like normal objects. A tree, a manhole
cover, a rock, or even a cave. Some are located in basements of homes.
Homes now occupied by demons and they aren’t letting us inside for an
inspection,” she said. She rose from her chair and walked over to the file
cabinet. “And as for you closing them, no. You don’t have the power to do
that. Only a summoning demon can close a gate, and they are a very stubborn
sort. We only have one willing to cooperate with us and she’s a bit

overworked. The only reason why she’s helping us is because she loves
watching females wresting and UFC fights. I guess you can say she enjoys
the little things people have to offer. Although, her biggest motivation is her
lover.”
“Is her lover an agent, too?” I asked.
“Yes, I am.”
“Oh… okay.” I looked off to the side, then back at her. “Aren’t you
afraid to be dating a demon?” I asked.
“You’re a demon. Should humans be afraid to date or have sex with

you?”
I huffed. “I’m not going to kill my… partner.”
“That’s because you have control over yourself. So does Saraphina.
She loves me and I love her. She wants to keep this world safe for me. Her

motivation may be selfish, but at least she has it. Do you?” She unlocked the
file cabinet and started shuffling through the files inside.
“Ahhh, I see what you just did there. Well played.”
“I’m not trying to manipulate you into joining our organization,”
Agent Smith said as she found the file she wanted and pulled it out.
“Could have fooled me,” I retorted.
She sat back down and slid the file over to me. “You could turn us
down. But you’ll be endangering every human on this earth. It’s not a

manipulation game, it’s the truth.”

I looked at her then down at the file. “What’s this?” I gestured to it.
She nodded at it. “Open it.”
I flipped the folder open and saw the photo of a side view of a man. It
was blurry, so I couldn’t really see his features. But from the photo, he
looked to have long, wavy, platinum or silver hair tied in the back and a
strong jawline. He was wearing a dark suit. I read the other piece of paper in
the file and saw that his name was Adriel Sâma. Demonology—Ushirodai.
The term wasn’t translated. Apparently, he owned the very popular nightclub

downtown, Fever. I knew about this club, but never been there. Hell, the
damn line to get in wrapped around the block every night. I just don’t have
time for that kind of shit. I looked back up at her. “Why am I looking at
this?”

“Mr. Sâma is an extremely elusive and powerful summoning demon.

The kind that was born to a human mother, so he still has his humanity.
However, he hasn’t wanted to play ball for our team yet.” She brushed her
blonde bangs from her eyes again. I’m starting to see that as a habit of hers.
“As powerful as Saraphina is, there are some gates even she can’t close. We
need him.”
“Was Saraphina born half human like him?”
Agent Smith shook her head. “No, Saraphina is a demon who had to

take over the body of a human. Unlike you, the human didn’t survive the
merge.”
I cocked an eyebrow. “And you’re in love with her.”
She nodded. “She has aspects of the humanity the human left behind.
She enjoys this world and loves me. That is enough.”
I caught the hint that she didn’t want to talk about her personal life,
therefore, I dropped it. “So you want me to convince him by any means
necessary?” I asked, looking at his photo again.
She nodded. “I can’t stress it enough. We need a powerful

summoning demon to close that eighth gate and to keep the other two bottom
level gates closed, Mr. Cordero. Or it won’t matter if we want to keep the
peace and secret. The demons will outnumber the humans and this world will
be theirs. Now, there are plenty of demons who think that’s a good thing.

Some are tired of hiding in the shadows, but you and I know that prospect is
anything but good.”
I sighed heavily, then looked around the room. “What is this place?”
“A safehouse. It’s where I work to recruit members like you. If you
don’t decide to join the organization, this place will become just a place
where the derelicts go.”
“So, I’m chosen once again,” I mumbled to myself. “If I say no, you
won’t speak to me again, will you?”

“I would hope you’d change your mind and come looking for us.”
“What about my day job?”
“You can keep that. You’ll just have to put in some overtime with us.
If you chose to leave that job and come working for us full time, we can pay
you more than you’re making.”
I arched my eyebrows. “How much more?”
“You’re making what? Twenty-nine thousand a year now?”
 “Twenty-eight.”
“We can pay you thirty-five thousand a year, tax free.”

I whistled. That was at least a seven-thousand dollar increase. I might

be able to get a decent apartment or condo with that. “Do I have to give you
an answer now?”
She shook her head. “No, but please don’t wait too long. We need to

get that gate closed as soon as possible and we need him to do it.”
“Yeah, I’ve got it. See the horse? It’s dead already, stop beating the
shit out of it.”
She smirked. “Here’s my number. I hope to hear from you in a few
days.” She pulled a card from her pocket, extending it to me.
“Everyone’s giving me a few days to make life altering decisions
tonight. How thoughtful.” I took the card, looking at it. “Agent Smith.” I
looked at her. “Got a first name?”

She smiled. “Agent.”

“Cute.”
“When or if you join, I’ll tell you my real name.”
I nodded. “Giving me something to look forward to.” I smiled. I
looked at the card again, noticing the only thing on it was her name and
number. “What’s the name of this organization you’re talking about?”
“That, too, is something you’ll learn if you join.”
 I nodded. “I get it, secret society and all that shit.”
She smiled in agreement.

“Can I go?” I gestured to the door with the card.

She nodded. “Until next time.”
I walked out of the room and passed the filthy bums hanging about. I
was beginning to wonder if they knew what this place was or if they too were

agents. Seemed like an odd place to have inconspicuous meetings. I made it

outside and was greeted by the smell of fresh air. As I looked around, I
started to see things differently. I looked at the auras of people walking down
the street. On the outside, they looked normal, and many were. However, I
found a few purple, red, gold, and black auras in the mix. I needed Raphael
for more than just… a mating. I needed answers. I finally made it to my car
and I pulled out my cell, dialing his number.
“Well, that was sooner than I was expecting,” he said when he

answered. “I don’t think it’s even been an hour since I’d last spoken to you.”
“I need to talk to you.”
“Just talk?”
“Just come to my apartment tonight.”
“Fine. I’ll meet you there.”
“Okay.” I hung up and started the engine. My world was opening up a
lot faster than I was ready for. God, why did I have to be chosen?
 The Demon Gate Series continues in Episode Two: “Initiated”

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