The Law of Beasts BOOK 1 - ACT 3: SARCONIA

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led by Alicia, with Khovahsh protecting her from behind the velvet curtain. He always knew that Khovahsh had a soft spot for the vagabond Qu

orilla strain was supposed to be unleashed through zombies in Denver and quickly spread through fourteen states before the powers that be coul

ng on a Helipad atop a building with fifty stories would have been spared

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many moons ago. Well, before I encountered Kowumba Jah, before that race car event that ended with Alicia battling Le'Krock'Ka

ged his name when I came into possession of him. I have possessed him since birth. Moving in and out of him at my leisur

opened them in my alternate life as Zhivargo, thinking about Greg

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cording to the Paparazzi, I was already on my grounds. I made previous plans for my escape, and everything was going smoothly. I hired thr

stairs...representing each year I put into his firm, even before I started officially working for him, even before I

giving myself the life my father never did, validated me. It felt good to cheat, the way life cheated me when my first love burned to death in

rate. Air was useless when you didn't appreciat

going pro bono. Do you think I was going to let you black mail me all those

fucking...son! What have you

eone that won't live to see t

t want to hear the bullshit, either. His eyes turned to a purplish color. Watching

up! You're not going

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irm. Those were your words, and the sentiment from all of the undercover racists that helped build the Firm. All of you saltine crackers smiled in my face, sat at

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college? You think I don't know about that? You wanted my soul, and you got it when it died with

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't call their children hateful things like nig

u perish, I will be the proud owner of your Firm. I promise to take your busi

ke from the barrels of my Desert Eagles gave me crazed eyes. It didn't hurt to peck away at his organs, since they were exposed. His lungs, brain and

rk. My so-called "father" was now a bloody skeletal figure. I l

my way down the stairs, running my hands over my un-feathered bald head. Into the sea of bodies I strolled, like a long day at the office, sliding my

my wings, I approached the last man standing as held the head above my open beak and squeezed the co

ve gone back to church, repented and given my hurt and pain to God, let him deal with it, since he made us all, but the need to survive

n the paradise of the slaughterhouse blues. My parents were m

business that turned enormous profits when they started cutting up dead bodies for tons of m

the stage before the dead. All of his money, stocks and assets were mine now. My m

ter to wash Greg's sour aftertaste away. "Now you s

ound him, pulling him to both barrels of my weapons. I p

. He smiled, and then hugged me. "Hell yea, baby! I'm

tered a mortal named Felix. I knew Felix quite well back in the crack epidemic 1980s. I knew him because he was possessed and under my control a few hours before he encountered Khovahsh. I'd been watching Khovahsh for centuries,

arrive Downtown, the both of us disguised as older men, we're going into one of the dressing rooms, where tw

" I said, patting his shoulder, wondering if I was the devil.

rs of one of the most influe

t involved things are going to get a little...bumpy, b

ror of an abandoned store a few miles from the downtown area. It was dark and quiet. I wasn't worried about anyone being

called, and she informed me of what went on. I acted as if I was stunned, and even shed a few tears (publicly, for the cameras

to have an ounce of remorse. It didn't have a pinch of empathy for t

r. Only the stars shined down at that moment, the only true act of light. Red and blue police lights seemed to invade t

kind in any book, until now and that was becauseI was telling my storyand controlling the narrative like it was my bitch. I was a lead prosecuting attorney, now proud owner of Gregory (Vultorian) and Hammond, one of the

n from myself. A few cops questioned me when I arrived, ensuring that I was safe and well. A top notch

my eyes with my thumbs and shook with phony pain. He gave a fond squeeze a

eyes and he nodded, lowering his head. I studied him, without making it obvious, for any sign that the cops and Feds were on

e shook his head a few times and sighed. Ah, it was then I realized his judge wife, who died in the blas

ning my head. The place was completely burned to the ground. I guessed this was the part where I admitted that I ha

as rubble and ash in 18 seconds flat. Even though my friend and I were Downtown, signing a few autographs for my fans around million-dollar store

siness together. And I kil