Viola Ryan - Author of Compelling Disturbing Paranormal Fiction

Thursday, October 24, 2013

Paranormal Fragment Fridays - Lucifer the First Vampire

Welcome to Paranormal Fragments Friday, as it say's above. I am glad to join this hop. I love blog hops. It gives me a chance to get to know more readers. Sitting in my office surrounded by dark faeries and vampires can be lonely sometimes. They rarely talk back. I love interacting with fans and soon-to-be fans.

I want to share something special with you, since we are so close to Halloween. I had a lot of fun writing this scene. I hope you enjoy it.

Every creature in Eden possessed blood. That was no big deal. A strong energy surrounded this blood. It had transformed Adam from a talking ball of mud into something God was now preparing to hand over all of heaven and creation as a gift. 


If drinking the blood had done that to Adam, it would have a stronger effect on the greatest of God’s angels. If he drank, he’d be changed into something God hadn’t made. Trembling hands lifted the chalice. If Lucifer did this, he wouldn’t be an angel. 

Excitement buzzed through him. 

God had said contact with Adam, Lilith, and their descendants will have disastrous consequences and angels must stay away from humans. If Lucifer drank, he could meet Eve. He would convince her to leave Adam. She would become Lucifer’s mate.

“For Eve.” He lifted the cup above his head. 

If God was going to stop him, this was his chance. Nothing happened. God’s silent approval surrounded Lucifer with a nervous thrill. He drank. 

The warmth of the blood coating his throat permeated him body, mind, and soul. He closed his eyes. 

Without warning, the warmth changed. He staggered forward and grabbed the left pedestal. Something was wrong, very wrong. He dropped the cup. Time froze as the chalice tumbled through the mist, its precious contents leaving a trail of crimson drops staining the air. 

Fiery needles marked the blood’s path as it wove into his body. His throat convulsed, but it was too late. He sank to his knees, clutching his chest. A scream ripped from his gut. He pounded his chest. Each vibration shoved the agony in more deeply. 

Waves of pain pounded inside and out. Either he’d explode or compress. It didn’t matter which. Anything to end the torment. Sobs wracked his entire body and soul. The torture increased until nothing else existed. He writhed and rolled into the fire. Flames engulfed him and shot higher. 

“Help,” he tried to scream. 

Despair added to his agony. All of heaven must have heard him scream earlier. Why didn’t someone come to his aid? 

God knew this would happen. Why didn’t he stop him? God should’ve allowed him to be with Eve. Then he wouldn’t have done this. 

Tagline: Is a frustrated artist Lucifer’s ticket back to heaven or will falling in love with her reawaken the compassion that got him expelled?

Blurb/Backcover copy: 

Lucifer is fed up with humanity. He created hell to deter evil, but man’s inhumanity is only escalating. He just wants to return home to heaven, but ever since that little problem in the Garden of Eden, the Pearly Gates remain firmly shut to him. It doesn’t help that he’s the first vampire, an abomination in God’s sight.

Fortunately, two thousand years ago Lucifer’s estranged brother, Jesus, gave him a prophecy. To fulfill it, all Lucifer has to do is find the right artist, study her artwork and the path back to heaven will be revealed. The artist even bears a symbol so he knows who she is. Too bad she is murdered every time he finds her.

Janie’s a frustrated artist and college art teacher who wants two things—a guy she can show her paintings to and a night without nightmares. Each nightmare plagues her until she paints it. She doesn’t realize these paintings are key to unlocking her destiny, one that could redeem the original fallen angel.

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