The Law of Beasts Book 1 - Act 1: KHOVAHSH

ries of my past human life. Sadly, that never worked, not that I expected it to. Emotion wasn’t a part of my vocabulary, nor did I mourn anything. I didn’t wear my heart on m

I loathed civilization with everything in me, more so humanity. Inevitably, I’d found calm, peace, and discipline

aive and fo

t one of those individuals that needed friends or allies. I was a passionate lover of sorts. I hadn’t time for impro

ancient civilization of southern Mesopotamia and

e of my reality. I did this relentlessly until Ptahhotep, a city administrator (a

idn’t care about mortals and their opinions. What lies beneath the limestone of th

ore I transitioned into a carnal fiend that thrived in the shadows when the sun rose, a

out-as-you-go-along experience that came with consequences and repercussions I wasn't equipped to deal with. One day, the

t of Asia. I was covered with the blood of random huma

n eyes was one thing, but seeing it as a vampire was frightening. There was no need for rose-colored glasse

Black shaded everything in its indefinite hue, so thoughts of friends

shoulder and saw the darkness cast its filter on the memories

peacefully on the serene waters. Deeply overwhelmed, I fell to my knee

a wedding dress. I was making love to someone I couldn’t make out. His face was cloudy. I was huggin

y black eyes with rage. My face was reconstructed and more refined. I was alluring, seductive, elegant, and po

sixty feet backward, when I thought I

rocky totem pole with Asian faces carved

moment, standing under a Waxing Gibbous moon. In f

aline caused me to lose my beari

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ed my forehead. I sighed with relief when his fingertips trailed the length of my legs down to my toes without offending me. He was very

is manner. I was choked up with em

look

didn’t know why I was putting so muc

ow what I was. I knew that what I used to crave I no lo

forest. I ran and I ran in fear of my life. Heat beat a

h, as if death was chasing me. A foreign sound

nger heard the scream

around, trying to

er

g a few feet ahead, nearly hi

fe and h

s if death wanted my throa

e Village in t

laughed because I learned from the environment I w

wn hands. My first, and I was a virgin. It made me smile. Someone caught me

r. It jumped from the back of its tail, like a missile, Heavenward, and caught

b, that stupid? Was I that naïve and that blind, despite havin

ed my

ly long time. It was the type of relaxation that felt like an extended vacation. I

lored his lips relaxed me. I wasn’t bound or gagged. I was free of chains and restr

so I couldn’t really see what he looked like. There wasn’t much light. Flames b

t I was awake, but he did know; he didn’t seem to mind. He hadn’t had

ought more than just dreams; he ta