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April 3 - April 3, 2022
Telarion, my curse, my personal monster, manifested in his monolithic glory.
He protected what was his, and as far as he was concerned, I fell into that bracket. I was his host, and if I died, he’d be sent back to the hell I’d unwittingly liberated him from.
I’d pulled him out of the eldritch realm, and in return, he’d saved me from being torn to shreds. I’d allowed him to invade my body in order to save my skin, and now we were stuck like this.
If the Order of Yaga found out, it wouldn’t end well for me. They monitored the eldritch rifts. Made sure that the monsters who lived there stayed on their side, and if, God forbid, something did come through, they had rift walkers to catch and take it back. Rift walkers like me. Individuals who could see the residue an eldritch monster left behind and track it. My kind were the only ones with this ability. The monsters were invisible to the human eye, and supernaturals couldn’t see them for what they truly were. Their brains distorted the monsters into something else.
a life lived without risk is no life at all.”
“You can’t just eat everyone who pisses you off.” “I can. But I understand it makes you uncomfortable, and so I refrain.”
“Tell me what you fear, and I’ll eat it.” My stomach fluttered. Butterflies? No, moths. Urgh.
“You are mine to protect, tiny human. They cannot have you.”
“Where is she?” Telarion’s voice drifted into the bedroom. “Where is my human?” Oh, crap.
“You don’t need the incubus.” Telarion sneered. “You have me.” He dipped his head so his eyes were level with mine. “I can give you what you need, tiny human. I smell your arousal when I feed on you. I sense the carnal desire rising inside you. I have the tools with which to satisfy you. A fair trade, don’t you think? A symbiosis.”
“Morals mean nothing if keeping them can kill you,” Telarion said softly. “Trust me, I know.”
“No one will touch her,” Telarion said. “No one harms what is mine.” Silence followed his declaration. Archie cleared his throat. “Well, that was almost sweet, until it turned psycho possessive.”
“You want me to take so that you don’t have to give, so that you can feel less like a freak for wanting it.”
“He may be a monster to everyone else, but he isn’t a monster to me.”
“What the fuck?” Derek said. “I ain’t going up against a Jedi.” “Shut the fuck up, Derek, she ain’t no Jedi.” “That’s a fucking lightsaber, Joe.”
“You will tell her that we’re considering her terms. By the time she realizes we have no intention of letting her go, it’ll be too late. She’ll belong to the Order. Because there is no cure for what August Vera is becoming, and for that, we should all be grateful.” Panic blooms in my chest. “What? What are you—” “Protocol 11ABC activated.” The world goes dark.

