Author: Darcy Abriel
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Blurb for Siren's Nocturne:

Lucille is a very sexy human who has tried to deny her nature.  She has needs that can't be assuaged by one mortal man.  Powers she doesn't understand.  There is one man who may be able to answer her questions.  She's about to discover he's no ordinary mortal.  Etienne is someone from her past who just happens to be a seductive demon who wants her for himself.  He's been patient long enough.  Once she learns her true destiny, how long before these nocturnal lovers devour each other?  Hel's dominion await.

EXCERPT:

The Pierpont family owned the estate adjoining her family's land. The Pierpont Maze was a mystical world of secret and risky adventure. Etienne Pierpont had been her friend, her guide, her teacher. And her first, delicious lover. She now realized it was because of Etienne she had returned. Her footsteps became more confident. She knew exactly where she was being led.

At the core of the maze stood the ebony marble pavilion dedicated to the Norse Goddess of the Underworld, Hel. It had been years since Lucille had stepped foot on Pierpont land, years since she had returned to the town of Roux where she had grown up. Years since she had been made love to as satisfyingly as with Etienne.

Not since that strange night when she thought he had saved her life. That night she had taken one step too close to the edge of the precipice. The ground had crumbled beneath her feet and she had plummeted over the edge. What occurred after that was still only a hazy memory. She remembered the fear that had strangled her and the sensation of falling and falling. And then only darkness.
The one thing she did remember with any clarity was Etienne leaning over her, kissing her back to consciousness. She recalled the taste of him as she'd sucked in and swallowed his breath. They had made violent, protracted love that night. She did not recall the actual event, but remembered how achy her body felt the next morning. And the vivid bruises marring her skin from neck to thigh.

Strange things had happened to her since then, some of them involving dreams and sex. Lots of sex. Things unexplained. And now she was back courtesy of a failed marriage.

Etienne had always said Hel was about renewal. Maybe that's why Lucille had come to the maze on this blackest of nights. There was ritual to be followed when one sought the assistance of the divine, in whatever form it appeared.

Something had nudged at Lucille's psyche tonight. Awakened her from a troubled sleep, forcing her to light the old, black railroad lantern and navigate her way to the intricate maze. It was Hel's guidance she sought tonight.

As she navigated the path to the heart of the maze, she was met with the night sounds of the midnight hour. An owl greeted her, its golden eyes wide and watching.

Crickets and bullfrogs charumphed in the night. The sounds grew louder the closer she came to the maze, almost to a deafening pitch. Almost a warning of some sort. But, for whom? Midsummer moist heat clung to her flesh as she rounded the last turn and the black, marble structure rose up before her like a lurking, shadowy nightmare ready to swallow her. As Lucille drew closer, floodlights bleached the daunting, night-black lines of the main pavilion to ghostly gray and Lucille was held mesmerized as the present receded and the past assaulted her with its vibrant resurrection.

Memory seized control, and habit had her turning toward the smaller, slim structure. Would it be unlocked? It had been so many years she had almost forgotten about the need to don the mask before entering the pavilion.

Surprisingly, the door shrank back at a touch, revealing the selection of demi-masks inside. She chose one trailing yellow ribbons. Hel being a goddess of those seeking the mystery behind the facade of life, the mask represented a search for the hidden truth. A reminder to investigate beyond what is seen. And to finally rip away the facade when truth was at last revealed. What revelation might she uncover tonight at the temple of Hel?

After securing the mask in place, Lucille picked up the lantern and headed for the marble steps of the pavilion. An odd, flickering light seemed to be emanating from within.

The night should frighten her, but this was her home ground. She actually felt more at ease in the darkness than she ever had during daylight. She and Etienne had often traversed the night long after her parents were asleep. He would call to her and she would climb down from her window to join him on their nightly excursions.

On many occasion in the past Lucille had thought that must be the reason daylight seemed to sap her strength. She had become so used to the night. As soon as the sun set, it felt as though energy flowed through her, calling her out to adventure in the darkness.
She hadn't realized how much she missed Etienne and this place. Not until this very moment. It seemed to Lucille that she had spent so many years fighting her true calling, pushing against walls that refused to budge. Tonight it was as though she flew across the ground, weightless and free.

She inhaled the night air deeply, filling her lungs with its moist density, before entering the pavilion proper.

As she arrived at the entrance to the foyer, she halted when she noticed the hundred or so black candles burning brightly scattered through the main room. It was as though the flames hovered in the air, the candles themselves blending into the shadows of the room. And then she gasped and drew back when she saw the two pale bodies, a woman with long, flowing dark brown hair that spilled over the edges of the white marble altar, stretched out at the feet of the statue of Hel.

Lucille drew back into the shadows and set down the lantern at her feet. Flickering candlelight bathed the flesh of the naked woman sprawled on the altar, a man poised over her on his knees. Flesh so pale it matched the pristine marble of the altar upon which the woman lay. Lucille's gaze focused on the strange wispy cloud hovering between the woman's lips and the man's. Undulating and swirling between them.

Lucille's acute eyesight, particularly in the most limited illumination, had been another curiosity. Tonight it worked to her advantage as her sharp gaze flashed over the man's body, noting the column of marble white, rigid cock swinging between his legs as he seemed to inhale the ethereal cloud, rocking his body over the woman. Tight, muscled buttocks flexed with his movements as he undulated back and forth, the image weaving a seductive spell through Lucille.

The woman's body levered and arched up, pressing against the man as though locked to him by the odd misty vapor. Her head tossed back and forth and Lucille could hear her throaty moans echo throughout the chamber. Sounds of pleasure, a keening pitch to the tone that vibrated within Lucille.

It made her yearn to be the woman, to feel the man touching her, fucking her. Something seemed so familiar about him. About the act that was being performed before her right now. Her breaths quickened as she watched, the flood of her juices evidence of the depth of her arousal as she watched the erotic passion play.

The woman dropped back down onto the ledge as though weakened by whatever had just taken place; the vapor dissipated. Her head lolled to the side, the crimson mask glittering in firelight, her eyelids fluttering as though she couldn't keep her eyes opened.
Lucille was shocked to realize it was a look she'd often seen on Brad's face after they'd made love until the wee hours before dawn broke.

The man rose up, grabbed the woman's lush, pale thighs and yanked her to him, positioning his cock at her entrance. As he slammed into her, a strange white light flooded the woman, and the man stroked his hands over her body, a path of pale light trailing his every touch like bits of lightning, flickering in his wake. Veins of light littered her flesh, ragged arcs of energy racing over her skin, sucked to the surface by the path of his hands over her body.

What was he doing to the woman? Lucille had never seen anything like it. The fascination held her rooted to the spot, unable to move. The heat of sexual frenzy bloomed over her own flesh at the terrible, seductive sight.



Darcy

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A Discussion of Demons

Ah, evening is upon me and day is dwindling away. This then is my virgin post. I learned some very interesting things as I was researching the subject of demons for my story Siren's Nocturne. Well, actually, I believe it was the other way around. I was researching demons which breathed life into Siren's Nocturne. Much fodder for many stories.

Demons--presently associated with evil, but before Christianity and in other cultures, demons were in the past and currently are, neither necessarily good or evil. There are a wide range of demons, both good and bad--just as there are humans.

Penetrating deeper into my subject,the word demon means "replete with wisdom." The Greek term daimon means "divine power," "fate," or "god."

A male demon is called an incubus, and incubi are certainly notorious for being extremely well hung. Probably part of the reason they are such delicious fodder for erotic stories. And then there's the dark, mysteriously passionate adventure, piercing into the seductive unknown that titillates many people, I think.

There are also many legends through history about fallen angels, particularly those known as the Grigori. Interpretation lends itself to the belief that some of these fallen angels are beings who have become distanced the farthest from God. Angels who became watchers--considered by some as a separate tribe of angels--and in human form very corruptible to the sins of the flesh--a lusty tenth choir of angels. This tenth choir, more human in form than not because of their close proximity to earth, and "physically intact," unlike many of their kind, are more than able to succumb to the seductive lure of tantalizing flesh.

And let's not forget the "Harlots of Hell" or Succubae--the female demons. More particularly, the first bride of Hell--the lethal, mysterious, and seductive Lilith, thought to have gone by many names in order to seduce her victims. Men did run for the hills when the name of Lilith and her followers was invoked.

In one sense these beings are considered to be a type of god with their divine powers. Another interpretation is that demons are intermediaries between men and gods, maybe a form of demi-god.

In the first hierarchy of demons resides the demon, Asmodeus, considered one of the demons of lust, some say of impurity. His association with lust may stem from the belief that he is a child born of the Hell-queen herself, Lilith. A Persian demon, he is also believed to be the demon in control of gaming houses.

In the second hierarchy of demons resides the demon Rosier, formerly believed to be a lesser-ranked angel, a demon of lasciviousness.

Friar Francesco Mario Buazzo, in the early 1600's divided demons into types: fire demons, aerial demons, terrestrial demons, aqueous demons, subterranean demons, heliophobic (only coming at night) demons. Possibly the heliophobic demons relate to the association with vampires.

Alphonse de Spina notes that there are ten species of demons, among them incubi and succubi, who stimulate lust and perversion.

Then there is the text at Project Gutenberg on Elizabethan Demonology which is an essay by Thomas Alfred Spalding, LL.B. (1880) that appears to indicate a very close association between fairies and demons and the powers they both possess.

So, as we see, it can be a very complicated subject, with varying interpretations on the subject of demonology and angelology.

In Siren's Nocturne, you will need to decide for yourself--Is Etienne good or is he bad?Or is he just a seductive demon trying to live his life? And find his mate. Will Lucille made the right choice in the end? And then one might consider, is it the right choice for you? Or for her?

wishing you passionate nocturnal whisperings,

Darcy

Additional sources:

A Dictionary of Angels Including the Fallen Angels by Gustav Davidson (c. 1967)
Angels, An Endangered Species by Malcolm Godwin (c. 1990)
The Encyclopedia of Witches and Witchcraft by Rosemary Ellen Guiley (c.1989)