Missing Blog Post

Hi,

Hope all is going well for everyone. If you are writer then you know it is NaNoWrMo. 50K words in a month is not an easy feat, but I have managed to do it for the last four years. This year will be no exception, but to do it, I have to let my blogs post go for the month of November.

So, I hope you all have a great month and I will resume my posting in December.

Julia.

Demon Flash Fiction Tuesday

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m/m paranormal romance

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Bast sat there staring at the model image of his Mother’s cat. There were few of them left among the world. Most had forgotten her and his kind. He wasn’t the goddess his mother was, but he held royal blood. His mother had been revered by the humans at one point. Now, she and other demons like her and him were viewed as vile and sick demons. Wasn’t the case. Okay, he’d give them the monstrous aspect, but even the weak and feeble humans had monsters among them. What else were murders, rapist, and terrorist. All three had one thing in common, they were cruel and cared about nothing but their own fanatical ways. Bast wasn’t like that. Okay, he could be cruel, but . . . He wasn’t a murder. He wasn’t a rapist. He despised anyone who hit a woman. And he was not a terrorist. He did not go around shooting up, bombing, and targeting a certain kind of person. Nope. He was a man who held no religion, actions, skin color, weight, hair color, fingernail length, any of that other crazy shit that humans degraded and used to bully others. Nope. He attacked those who deserved it. Gave punishment to his own kind. Sick part of his life, but what could he say, even a son of the God of Pleasure had a bad sides to his life. His came with the way he made his money.

“What are you doing?” Lars whispered into his ear. “Isn’t that . . . Sure is. Neat. Take it and let’s go.”

“Take it?”

“Yes. It’s your mother. Might as well be with you. This puny human has no reason for it.”

“Doesn’t matter.” He shook his head. “How do you know he’s puny?”

“Took a peak at him.”

“You know better.”

“What, I was drawn to him.”

“What?”

“You heard me.”

“You mean . . .”

“Yes, but I don’t think you will be pleased.”

“Why wouldn’t I be?”

“He’s puny. A light wind will blow him over.”

The floor squeaked and a huge gasp had him spinning around. His breath gushed from his lungs as a tall, lanky blond young man in a pair of light blue boxers stared back at him and Lars. His mouth hung open as a phone clattered against the hardwood floor.

“Told you.”

“You are right.”

“I usually am.”

“I’m not puny.” The soft musical voice had his cock hardening faster than the man’s lithe body had.

“What?” Lars held his hand up. “I thought he was a sleep.”

Bast shook his head and nodded to his mother’s statue. “You know who that is?”

“Bast, Goddess of Pleasure.”

“You believe in the Egyptian Gods?”

“Yes.”

“Good.” Bast smiled at him and then nodded to Lars. “This is Lars. My name is Bast.”

“Bast, is a Goddess.”

“He knows that.” Lars huffed and Bast elbowed him. “What? You do.”

“Bast is my mother.”

That might not have been the best thing to say, since it sent the puny, gergious man crumpling to the floor.

“Now you’ve done it.”

Lars went over to the man and scooped him into his arms. “Bed, or couch?”

“Couch.”

“I like the bed better.”

“I do to, but we have to discuss this with him before we claim him as our third.”

“Why?”

“You know why.” Bast took the young man from Lars’ arms and made his way over to the sofa, laying his precious young man down, brushing aside some lose curls from his forehead. “Let Mother Know we will need replacements for the rest of the night.”

“Will do.” Lars yanked out his little computer and began tapping the message out. “Done.”

“Good. Take a seat and keep your mouth shut when he wakes up.” Bast didn’t want his little guy to hate him and Lars before he was able to fill him in on what was going on between the three of them.