Now that I’m done writing the story and have it published, I thought it would be fun to post a series of story samples from Death’s Lover. This one is one of my favorite scenes with Lilith in it.
The Story Sample:
Lilith frowned at the guard bowing before her. The same guard who’d brought her to the throne room of Hades and Persephone. “Yes?”
He glanced up at her and then away. “Please, my Lady. You are needed. Thanatos. . . he’s gone mad.”
She frowned. What did he expect her to do? She was a mortal as everyone kept pointing out.
If not for the fear in the daemon’s eyes, she would have refused him. She didn’t really want to see Thanatos. Her emotions were too confused about him and his confession. She’d almost wished he’d kept it to himself, only the fact that he loved her made the idea that nothing could happen between them easier to bare. Although not by much.
She followed the guard to Thanatos’ tent, listened to his halting description of Thanatos’ rage, and became increasingly uncomfortable with the glances of the daemons and shades around her. There was a sense of awe and reverence in their behavior that hadn’t been there an hour ago.
The guard opened the tent flap for her, and she stepped into the nearly dark tent. A single light flickered faintly, leaving far more shadows than she liked. She moved further into the room, wincing at the path of destruction in the tent. Thanatos had torn everything apart from the furniture to the bedding.
“Why are you here?” Thanatos growled from somewhere to her right.
“Because I was told you were throwing a childish tantrum, and people who care about you were worried. I think they believe that you wouldn’t hurt me, unlike the daemons who tried to keep you from hurting yourself.”
“They got in my way.”
She turned toward his voice, still unable to see him, and arched a brow. “So you beat them?”
“Yes. Why is that so surprising, Lilith? I am a daemon after all.” He stepped from the shadows that appeared to twist and cling to his body like tar. “A monster used to frighten little children.”
She crossed her arms over her chest. “You don’t frighten me, Thanatos. You never have.”
He loomed over her, his breath reeking of alcohol. “Why not? Why aren’t you afraid of Death? You, just like every other mortal in this world, will die, and I will reap your soul. I’ll bring you here for Judgment, and I will take you to your new home. Is your soul unstained? Is it so pure that you don’t fear being cast into a pit in Tartarus? Or wandering the Asphodel Fields?”
“No. But if that is to be my punishment for the life I’ve lived. Then it is what I deserve.” She moved closer, and he stepped back. His legs hit the bed. “How about you, Thanatos? Do you have regrets for the life you led? Do you wish for what you cannot have? Does the thought of the years stretching out before you leave you cold?” She pressed forward, and he sat abruptly on the torn bed. She leaned over him, caressing his cheek. “I see you. The stranger who would not leave a child to die, the daemon who will protect those he loves, and the man who wants what all men do.”
“And what is that?”
“To love and be loved. I see your loneliness and the fear in your eyes.”
“Go away, Lilith.”
She shook her head, bunching her skirt around her legs and straddling his thighs. She gently pushed him, and he flopped back onto the bed, staring up at her in shock.
“I don’t fear what you can do, or what you’ve done, or what you will do. I don’t fear Death. I never have. You are the one constant thing in my life that I can rely on. Whether you are the daemon who brings souls to the Underworld or that man who has watched over me since the first moment he saw me.”
She leaned over him, her face inches from his own. His blue-purple eyes darkened with desire, and she could feel his cock hardening beneath her. He wanted her, and that gave her an advantage.
A chance meeting changed the course of their lives…
Thanatos is no stranger to death. He’s seen every possible way there was to die. He’s lived with it day after day, century upon century, collecting the souls of dead mortals and taking them to the Underworld for judgment. An endless routine of tiresome duty and resounding loneliness that echoed in his heart, until she came into his life…
A second meeting will change their hearts and souls…
Saved by a stranger, Lilith never forgot the mysterious man who gave her the chance to blossom into the strong woman with a spirit of fire and a heart of ice, anymore than she can the lessons of the past. She must hide her secrets deep and never get close to anyone. Sex is merely a means to an end, and pleasure isn’t something to share with a lover, until he came back into her life…
What happens next will change the Underworld….
Lilith’s ability to see a person’s death has attracted the attention of the warlord, Adman, and seals her fate. He will do anything, kill anyone, to possess her talent. And the only one standing between him and Lilith is Death himself. Thanatos will break every ancient law, and even a few newer ones, to save her, and in the end it might cost them both their lives.
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Published © August 2014 by Stephannie Beman
Cover and Layout copyright © 2013 by Ruis Publishing
Cover design by Stephannie Beman/Ruis Publishing
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