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Jeff smiled at Jual when his leg slid up his inner thigh, forcing him to spread his legs. Seconds later the tip of Jual’s dress shoes applied a light among of pressure against his balls, making Jeff inhale. The man was a menace. “Stop that.”

“Why?”

“We have a job to do.”

“I know what my job is right now.”

“You do?” A deep rich voice forced them both to sit up and scare their shoulders.

“Lord Jameson.” Jeff let his chin fall to his chest and tilted his head to the right.

A grunt flowed into his ear as Jual voiced his displeasure in his other half submitting to another Supernatural being. Wouldn’t have bothered Jual if their boss man wasn’t a demon.

“What do you have?”

Jeff glanced over to Jual, waiting for his partner to give him a sign for him to continue. Normally, he would have done so, but inside the burea everyone knew the two of them were combined since birth and in the Warlock world the dominant partner had to give him permission to speak to someone stronger than him, which was why Jual became so aggravated when he had showed submission to Lord Jameson, the Hebrew destroy. A description that fit all Amdcious living among the Supernatural World. There weren’t many demons living above ground, but the ones who did had no qualms about showing their true side, which was what had given Lord Jameson the top dog spot among the Supernatural-Human Leadership.

“Jeff, spit it out.” Lord Jameson stared at the screen. “You think the purple stone wheeling Warlocks have transferred this stone’s magical aspects to themselves?”

“That is what it looks like, Lord Jameson.” Jeff gripped Jual’s foot as he applied a bit more pressure to his balls. The man knew just how to touch him and how much pain to apply to rile his man up. Jeff hand’t never known he was into pain and submission until he met Jual. Soon as Jual discovered his natural side the two of them had visited a BDSM Master and learned how to broaden his sexual desire.

“Jual, stop it.” Lord Jameson snapped. “There is places for your advances and here is not one of them.”

Jeff’s face heated and his head lowered further.

“Stop that as well, Jeff. You are riling him up with submitting to me.”

Wasn’t he supposed to show reverence to a supernatural being that held the most power among them? That’s what he’d been taught when he became a member of the SH Bureau.

“Only do that when your mate is not around.” Lord Jameson walked around to Jual’s side and turned the computer screen so he could see it. “Better, Jual?”

“Yes. Thanks.”

“I forget how terriorty your kind can be.” Lord Jameson huffed. “Sometimes my demon powers sucks.” He sighed. “You have any idea what Warlock, or Witch, has enough skill to pull this off?”

Did you know . . .

Did you know that according the some Grimoires Amaymon is the Prince of Hell.

Fact came from: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Amaymon

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Jeff could have rung Jual’s neck. The man was . . . freaking . . . there was no words to describe how he felt about Jual when he took it upon himself to do his job as well as his own. The man was deadest that he could not take on more than a weak supernatural being. Jeff knew the man did so out of love for him, but the man had to let him do his job. It was what kept him anger in control. It was what allowed him to work as a agent of the Supernatural-Human Leadership. Key word there being human.

He glanced down at his knuckles and sighed. Looked like there be another round, or ten, on the punching bag tonight. It was the only other method he had to expel his bubbled up anger. Better than taking it out on Jeff, or anyone else who spoke to him. He would not become like his father. He’d seen that man take on fifteen men at one time. He killed six of them and knocked the other nine out with minimal harm to himself. Then the man had came home and went a round on him and his mother. That was why he had mastered his own anger. He had as much of, if not more, than most humans. Never once had he taken it out on anyone. Each day of his teenage years was spent in Master Kin’s dojo. The man taught him how to master his anger. It hadn’t been easy, and once or twice Master Kin wanted to give up on him, but in the end he stuck with him and together they learned how to control his anger and dispel it wit his fist, but in a non-threatening manner. He could pound and pound on a bag and expel all the fire inside him without harming a soul, besides his knuckles and muscles.

“I think I have found it.”

Jeff spun his computer screen around and pointed at some kind of bright multi-colored . . .

“Is that a falcon?”

“Some of the human text refers to Rarog as one.”

“Why do I feel a but in there?”

“There is one.” Jeff clicked another tab at the bottom of his screen, pulling up the Mythical Creature database that listed the true sides of the supernatural beings known to the world. “This says that the Rarog has extreme magical skills if he is lucky enough to have found his Sugilite Stone. Apparently, there is one stone for each Rarog born to the world. This stone is then hidden among the caves so that the Rarog has to search for his. There is no power given to them until they find their precious stone.”

“This power can be transferred if others found it?”

“Doesn’t say, but I’m sure if I wanted to I could use the Attachment Spell to bring the stone’s loyalty to me. Not an easy spell, but if you have the right level of . . .”

Right. A powerful Warlock, or Witch, would be able to take on the power. “So, this power does what for the new owner?”

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Two taps of his clear light stone staff took ten men down in one second. Left only five for his partner to deal with. If the Supernatural-Human Leadership believed in pairing like talent then that would have been all he had to do, but nope. They stuck him with a human. A human that bore no skills other than hand-to-hand combat, which would do nothing against five Warlocks that equaled his strength. That left him with only one option, kick ass again and piss his partner off for interfering. Better than watching Jeff take his last breath when one of those Warlocks threw a death spell his way, which they would do. None of them cared if they rid the world of one weak human. Not that Jeff was completely week. He might not have no magical skills, but he could kick ass one-on-one. Better yet, the man could fuck like a werewolf in heat.

“What the fuck!” Jeff stormed his way as the last Warlock fell over. “What did you do that for?”

“They were not going to fight fair.”

“Come off of your high-horse, Jaul.”

Here it came. The typical lecture that came every time he stepped in and saved his lover’s life. Jeff did not care about that though. He just wanted to be on equal footing with his partner, and when he was paired up with him that wasn’t going to happen. It was why Jeff and him both asked management to avoid pairing them together. Little good it did.

“You know how I feel about that.”

Jeff was an inch in front of him with his hands balled into fist and pressed into his sides. That was about the amount of anger that the man would show. The man could never get too pissed off to the point of throwing a punch. Oh, he could, but he never let his anger out, which is why he loved the punching bag so good. He took all his frustration and anger out there. Never once had he taken it out on someone else, no matter what they’d done. One of their catches had spit a thick lugi on him, but he didn’t even flinch. Simply twisted his arm behind the vile Vampire and slapped handcuffs on him. Jeff had spent five hours on the bag that night.

“Why did you do that? Answer me.”

“They were equal to - -“

“Don’t go there.”

“Where else am I supposed to go?”

“You are to let me do my job.”

“I did. You took four down, but - -“

“Not listening.” He spun on his heel and walked over to the last group to fall and picked up their staffs. “What does purple stones mean?”

“I’m not sure.” He’d never seen a Warlock, or Witch, carry a magical staff with purple power. It was typical reserved for the Vampire magic, but those Warlocks had way more magical abilities than any Vampire, or other supernatural besides his kind.

“We need to find out.”

“We do.”

“Incase you missed it, I said ‘WE’.”

He’d not missed it. Still, he’d do what had to be done to keep his partner safe. No matter how long the man spent banging on a punching bag.

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It was time. Second milestone in his life. First trip to the Earth Realm, where he would find his other half. The one who owned his soul. Would save his soul. He, or she, would have been born twenty-one years ago. The perfect age for them both to settle down.

“You ready?”

More than, but he knew better than to tell his father that. Not only was his father the ruler of their little demon den, but he was the next in line to take over for Satan when he decided to take a backseat to the running of Hell. Oh, the man would never quit being the Top Dog of the down under, but he had three sons that would begin to take on some of his duties. That was the entire reason that his dad despised him. He was the son that wasn’t supposed to be born. He was an accident with a human. Humans rarely carried a demon child to full term, but his mother had. She’d been so freaked when his father enlightened her to his true side that she shoved her son into his father’s arms and told him to take and raise him. His father had, but had never found it in himself to show him much love. Oh, he taught him the way of life for all demons, but made sure that his son knew he would never be given a share of the ruling responsibility if he found a human mate. No way around such, since he was half human. Halfling, could only find a mate among the human world, which was why he found himself standing in front of the entrance to Earth Realm.

“Remember you won’t find him, or her, on the first day. Just don’t give up. Keep moving around the city until you’ve met all those your age. Then and only then move onto the next area. We clear?”

“Yes, father.”

“Don’t bring them back here. You time among the Hell Realm is done and over with. This is the day you’ve waited for.”

It was, just not for the reason his father had. His father saw it as a way to be rid of the blemish among his life, but that wasn’t the case in his eyes. Far as he was concerned, it was time for him to move forward in his life. Start the part that allowed him to explore the other side of him while he located the owner of his soul.

“Then . . .” His father rested his hand against a shivering section of the air in front of him, “step through and good luck.”

He squared his shoulder and did as his father directed, looking back until the shimmering section faded to solid air.

Did you know . . .

Did you know . . .

According to Romans the Faun inspired fear in men traveling alone and in wild places.

Fact came from: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Faun

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Fingers slipped behind his head, squeezing as they pulled him closer to the man he’d always dreamed of kissing. His biggest dream was about to come true. His heart raced. His hands sweated. His stomach churned, but not in a dread filled manner. Nope. Pure energy rushed through his entire body as Kyle tugged him in for a kiss.

“You want this, Larry?”

“Yes.”

Warmth pressed against his lips as a wet tongue prodded until his lips parted. Soon as his tongue made contact with Kyle’s a soft whimper escaped him and was swallowed up by Kyle. The man of his dreams. The man who wasn’t a man. The man who was tied to a set of crutches as he hid his true side. A Faun.

Hands slid down his side and slipped around to his back, tugging him flush against Kyle’s body.

“You sure about this?”

“More than.”

“You know what I am.”

“So.”

“I’m not human.”

“You are to me. That’s what matters.”

“If you are sure.”

Instead of speaking the truth again, Larry pressed his lips against Kyle, shushing him.

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A snap of the fingers. Couldn’t be that simple. No encation. No walking a circle. No wand. “You full of it, Russel.”

“Simple, isn’t it.”

“Unbelievable.”

“Sounds like it, but watch.”

Russel lifted his hand and snapped his finger before his gold chain, that he only wore when he was going to one of his father’s high priced charity get-to-gathers, appeared in his hand.

“Simple.”

“You try it.”

“Try what?”

“Think of something you own that you want to hold, then snap your fingers.

He ran his hand across his brow, soaking up a streak of sweat. There was no way he could do this. He wasn’t anyone special. His parents hadn’t even cared enough to raise him, why pass along some witchy skills. Nope. He was no one. Another person who lived day to day. Another person who made his living from paycheck to paycheck. No one special.

“You are more than you know.” Russel patted his shoulder as he passed by him. “What do you have to lose by trying it.”

Nothing. Everything. His mind. Why would anyone think such a skill existed. Then again . . . Russel sure had pulled the undoable off. Crap. Everything in side him screamed for him to try it.

“You know you want to.”

“Shut up, Russel.”

He opened his mind to the IPad that rested on his nightstand. He made sure to include the dent on the lower side when he pictured it. With tight held fingers he completed the snap and found himself . . .

“Holy Shit!”

“Neat. Right?”

Boy was it. Now what was he supposed to do about his new found talent.

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Want to start off today’s post by saying thanks to my followers. The last month has been rough between illness and weather and I have not been able to post. Hope to start the year off on the right foot with getting back to blogging, editing and letting my creativity soar. What better way than some great flash fiction.

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Hon, you with me?”

I nodded, but knew he wasn’t following his lover of fifteen years. Fifteen years and he’d never knew. Never expected. He knew Fire Demons existed. All kinds did. One of the Water Demon accidently drowned some of the Secret Service when they tried to commander his home to hide the Vise President after his convey came under attack.

“Hon, you don’t,” Rex took his hand, “look so good.”

What did Rex expect? His lover, best friend, man he told everything to, but was not worthy of the same.

“I could care less what you are.” I jerked my hand free, slamming his palm into Rex’s chest, sending his kneeling lover to his ass. “You lied to me.”

“That’s . . . your . . .” Rex stood and shoved his hands into his pocket. “it doesn’t bother you that - -“

“I couldn’t care less if you shit and spit fire, but I told you every little despairing accident that affected my life before and after I met you.”

“I’m sorry, Cage.”

“Why?”

“No one in my family have every told anyone about our horrible side.”

Horrible side? What in the world? Did his lover truly believed that demons were bad? None Cage knew were. His sister-in-law was a Tree Demon and her sister was a Fire Seeker Demon. From what he learned about her taught him that she was born mix breed, which apparently was the worst kind of demon known. Why did Rex think his fire side was horrible. Surly he had miss understood what Rext meant.

“Hon, what’s going on inside your sexy, gorgeous mind?”

“Do you really believe your fire side horrible?”

A nod and lowered head was his answer.

“Why?”

“When I was five I lost control, creating a blaze that consumed the bedroom. The smoke . . . it was suffocating. Deadly. Literally.”

I easily came to my feet, hugging Rex into my chest. He might have been pissed about the lie, but like most time, something knew came to life. His lover’s fear of fire made sense. That was worth more than any anger.

Did you know . . .

Did you know that the demon named Atazoth signifies the purpose of the cosmic cycle.

Fact came from: https://www.demonicpedia.com/demon-quick-list/

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Happy New Year! Hope all had a great night celebrating the end of another year.

Want to start off today’s post by saying thanks to my followers. The last month has been rough between illness and weather and I have not been able to post. Hope to start the year off on the right foot with getting back to blogging, editing and letting my creativity soar. What better way than some great flash fiction.

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Lushes green grass rested in front him. No footprints. No streaks showing Jacob went through the Unicorn Field. Thank the Gods. People where said to lose toes, even feet, for just stepping one inch into the field. Every unicorn should have been destroyed, but Zeus loved those wild creatures and created the field just so they had a safe place to live.

He scanned the area, hoping to spot . . . “Ah., there you are.”

Zack always told Jacob his fancy, gold shining watch would get him into trouble. It always caught the sunlight, flickering a yellowish streak.

Zack lowered himself as low as any Centaur could. Not much because he had to be able to move on Jacob. He wasn’t sure why Jacob had thought hiding under a thicket of bushes would work. Might have if any other Centaur had been sent, but Zack was the second among his kind, which meant he kicked every other Centaur’s butt. Wasn’t easy, and afterwards he promised himself he would nevre lose his spot because he failed an assignment. That meant . . . Jacob would not get by with avoiding the path ridiculous path he chose, even if Zack understood how Jacob felt. Being promised to the top dog Centaur sucked. The half man, half horse was a bastard. Already had two other men, but Zack had a job to do. That’s what mattered to him.

“You might as well come out Jacob.”

Rustling reached his ears, forcing him to jump the bushes, landing in front of Jacob. Jacob jerked backwards, but made no move for freedom.

“Don’t make me hurt you.”

“I want be a - -“

“not my business. Come with me and face your fate. Running only makes things worse.” Understatement. His leader wasn’t no for tolerance. Stupidity, or what he viewed as such, pissed him off more than being hit. Most who upset him disappeared.

“Fine.” Jacob shook his head. “Might as well get this over with.”