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Authors: Jennifer Loren
The Devil's Masquerade: The Poison
The Devil’s Masquerade:
The Poison
Jennifer Loren
Books by Jennifer Loren
The Devil’s Eyes Series
THE DEVIL’S EYES
THE DEVIL’S REVENGE
THE DEVIL’S SON
THE DEVIL’S MASQUERADE: THE REMEDY
The Finding Ava Series
FINDING AVA
RECKLESS
THE HAND THAT HOLDS MINE
First published by Jennifer Loren, 2013
ISBN-13: 978-0-9888027-2-8
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Table of Contents
Prologue
Dark venom, the black poison that is the name to which his servants call his toxin which
he
administers through the teeth of his ruby-eyed dragon. By the time you hear the squawking dragon take flight, it is too late; the venom has already entered through a main artery and is creeping through your veins with a slow burn until it reaches the ends of your soul. Its goal is to render you powerless, to break down all of the barriers and defenses that keep you from becoming the killer Asmodeus wants you to be. Then, it is just a matter of time before your heart begins to harden, your soul to become his, and you forget all that you had once held dear. There is no fighting it. There is no recovery from his darkness or running from his evil. The best you can do is not fight it at all, allowing yourself to succumb to death. However, the strongest and the ones with the most to live for fight; they fight and try to hold on, and that’s what
he
wants. He wants you to fight, to show strength that is like no other, to show that you cannot be defeated. It is the unyielding that can be changed into the most deadly of killers. Asmodeus will be unstoppable once he has the absolute warrior to help him control and to kill.
Even if you are aware of what he wants he will find a way. He will distract you; make you believe that he is your friend that he is going to help you survive. You begin to think he is going to help those you love and once you believe in him, you turn your back to him. When your vulnerable back is left defenseless that’s when you hear it and then you feel it. The slow burning poison changes into a raging fire that brings you to your knees, your eyes become black and overcome with darkness, you can hear nothing, but your own screams of torment. It is days before you awake again, and your mind is weak and dazed while he fills you with thoughts of violence and control and devotion, to him. Numb, closed off from all else, you are completely vulnerable to the poison’s will. Your final transformation is complete when the poison kills any last fragment of the life you had, when you are broken, destroyed and your heart is hardened, and you are left as nothing but a merciless disciple of Asmodeus.
No there has never been a cure to his poison, there has been few to live through it. However, one found a way to not only live through it, but to escape it after a remedy. The love of one woman stopped the poison’s hardening of his heart, revived his life and gave him a new mission, a new mission to kill Asmodeus, otherwise known as, Dennis Savage.
Chapter 1
Dante
This is only the fifth day of my training, and there is still so much I have yet to learn. My father, however, seems pleased, pleasing me. There have been many days of exhausting tests of my will and my strength, but today, I am expected to practice battling one on one. My first competition is not an easy one; it is against my brother, Saldean. My little shadow, and Saldean’s full sister, cheers us on from the sidelines. My half-brother is older than me, and my half-sister is younger. Being right in the middle of the two puts me at odds with my stepmother on a daily basis. She dotes on my brother and sister every chance she gets, but I am her biggest disgrace. I don’t see eye to eye with Belinda, and if there is one thing I know with certainty, it is that she would love for him to kill me to restore her dignity. My adoring sister is torn between her mother and the brother she follows around. I don’t know how much longer I can hold off my older sibling. He is getting stronger by the day, and my father is becoming more supportive of him. Saldean is only a few years older, but it’s just enough for him to work me over a couple times. My father finds weakness a detriment to the family and has no problem ridding himself of it if necessary. The only way I stand a chance is to deviate from brawn and use my head to gain power. I know my brother well. I spend time watching his moves and learning his first step, his second, and every one thereafter. Before long, I know every step he is going to take before he takes it. I use this knowledge to plan my attack on him, and I beat him to his position, dropping him before he can react. My tactical approach secures win after win. Saldean never learns; he only sees what is in front of him, believing his strength should assure a victory. As strong as he is, he is predictable, and I am able to out maneuver him before he can change his strategy. To my father’s surprise, my wit outdoes my brother’s strength, time and time again; however, he seems pleased. Brains beat strength every time, and every time, my father moves a little closer to the edge of his cushioned seat. He never thought it was possible, but now that it has happened, he has all the more reason to go against my stepmother’s wishes and make me next in line for head of the family. The only thing that keeps my stepmother from suffocating me in my sleep is my father. She knows her death would instantly fall upon her if she laid a hand on me, but that doesn’t encourage kindness on her part. In fact, the circumstances remind me of growing up.
My brother and I have always gotten along, and my sister has followed me around like a lost puppy most of our lives, maybe because I had more patience with her than anyone else. The three of us were brought up sheltered from most of the outside world. We were properly and privately educated by the best instructors money could buy. We were cared for by many servants, and never once do I recall any of them denying a request. However, father would not allow any of us to get out of line, even for a moment. Discipline was important to him, and only he was allowed to dictate our punishment. My stepmother was never more than a figurehead, a caring mother to her children and an evil witch to me. Belinda always had something nasty to say to me, and I allowed it until I finally realized that my blatant displays of obedience and unwarranted kindness were getting me nowhere. The verbal abuse from her lasted until I was fifteen, until the day I had enough. That day, we were all sitting down to dinner, and she decided to prove how smart her son was to Father. She would ask him question after question, all greatly simplified for him. Father was pleased and congratulated Saldean for his advancing education. The witch could have ended it there, but instead, she decided to try to humiliate me by posing questions that even she didn’t know the answers to.
“That is not correct Dante. Why don’t you do something simple like eat your food without spilling it,” Belinda says, shaking her head with a laugh.
“Actually, he is correct. You are the one that is wrong.” Father replies. “Perhaps you should try eating your food without spilling it.”
“How did you know that?” she asks with her usual pointed stare. “I know, for a fact, that your studies have not reached that level yet.”
“Just because my studies stop, that does not mean I am incapable of learning on my own. Unlike Saldean, I don’t spend my free time playing with my penis,” I answer, drawing a rare laugh from my father and even more rare silence from my stepmother.
She never bothered to directly speak to me ever again, and I have been perfectly fine with that.
After that dinner, father took a special interest in me and hired an elite assistant. Oliver Rabbie is one of the most intelligent men available, a highly-skilled professor from one of the top universities in the country. He is well-bred and speaks as if he stepped out of a traditional English novel. With Rabbie, I learn more than I ever could have from any other tutor. He has been a proud attendant at my battles whether it is with one of my father’s assassin’s or with my brother, and he is always an ally against my stepmother whose silence does not stop her from trying to distract me during battles. Throughout this battle session, one of my father’s top assassins gets the best of Saldean. I am only allowed to know that my brother was outdone and defeated; I am not allowed to know how he was defeated so I am given no advantage when I step into the room to begin my own battle with the man. The moment I step out in from of him, the man salivates. My father sits back and watches with no emotion, my sister hides her face in her mother’s arm, and Belinda smiles, assuring me that this is not going to be an easy fight.
Rabbie pulls me to his side. “Think, plan, be patient,” he says before glancing over at my stepmother, “and be prepared for distractions. That witch brought in a whistle.” I nod and move towards the lunatic who’s ready to tear my head off. If I fail, I don’t know if father will stop him or if the disappointment will be enough to justify my death.
The man blazes from one side of the room to the other before suddenly stopping much closer than I expect, but I don’t move. He dashes around once again then darts at me, tumbling over my head when I duck. He looks a little shocked but once again begins his dizzying attack. He lunges, trying to force me to move; however, I jump and allow him to slide under my feet. I don’t understand his motivation to get me to move until I realize he is trying to get me to run, to turn my back on him just once. When he begins again, my stepmother blows her whistle, catching only my opponent’s attention. I use that moment to take hold of his face and jerk it towards mine, capturing his eyes. “Die!” To my feet, he falls. I turn back towards my father and nod at his now standing figure.
“Yay, Dante!” Galena yells, clapping for me. “Great battle brother!”
Father smiles and nods back towards me. “Ma Joie,” he whispers.
The strength I feel, the desire I have, and the fire in my veins all feed a hunger to kill again.
Chapter 2
Dante
Now that my father understands my abilities, he has decided to put me in charge of the family business. This is my first chance to associate with people outside of our realm, beyond servants and paid employees. It is odd, at first, dealing with people who want to say no to me, who want to deny me what I want. My growing strength and knowledge helps me improve my family’s territory and our stronghold over the city. I break one barrier after another in a much shorter time than expected. Our once unnoticeable territory now controls the city. Even the elected officials answer to us. My next order of business is to build a tower of respect to represent our family, or rather, my father. The tower, a high-rise of immense radiance, will sit on the highest part of the city and be named “Sovereignty.” We have already begun construction, despite there being one obstacle that is giving me trouble. One small business is unwilling to sell their building, forcing us to share our triumph on the hill, not something my father is willing to do. This land has been dismissed up until now because the owners have been a mix of ex-cops and other public servants. However, we were able to get them all to sell to us by offering a price they couldn’t refuse. That is, all except for the busy mechanic’s shop, Simone’s Auto Body. Simone’s is being supported by the police department, feels no need to bow down to anyone, and is not swayed by any amount of money we offer. The nuisance has forced me to take care of this one in person rather than sending my usual assistants. My father believes I should have an easier time of it since the owner recently suffered a severe heart attack. The owner’s misfortune has left his daughter in charge. I have never had a problem dealing with women. I ask, and they do. Sometimes, I don’t even have to ask. My father always had women around us while we were growing up. Since we were home schooled and were never allowed to leave the compound, we couldn’t meet girls of our own age, so father had women brought to us. We were encouraged to learn how to pleasure them properly. Some would pretend they didn’t want to be there, but one look in their direction and a simple kiss to their cheek, and I easily lured them back to my bed where I would fuck them all night and throughout the next day. Soon, sex and women were easy for me. All I had to do was glance in their direction and they would run to me, dropping to their knees and begging to suck my dick. I never had to do much of anything other than say what I wanted, no matter how awkward or vulnerable it made them feel.