❝But sometimes it takes more courage to live than to [kill] yourself.❞ ― Albert Camus
Incubus were complex, brutal creatures. But while they thrived on chaos, their selective methods were unyielding and strict. The humans they took were always eight...
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DÆMONIUM
Summary:
Incubus were complex, brutal creatures. But while they thrived on chaos, their selective methods were unyielding and strict. The humans they took were always eighteen years old. No more and no less. It had been that way ever since they took control of humanity a decade earlier.
At seventeen, Elliot Haven was supposed to be exempt from the Incubi's sacrificial tradition where they marched into human territories and took captives of age eighteen to utilize as food sources. Then again, it wasn't as if they'd spared Kyle, his twenty-two year-old brother. After being inexplicably claimed by Val and Ray, two high-ranking incubus, the brothers must find a way back home... or be consumed by the chaos.
Author's Note:
I'm absolutely thrilled to re-introduce you to DAEMONIUM, which will be the first story posted exclusively on Patreon in this new version! As explained before, I will be uploading and completing some of my older, unpublished stories over there! And this was chosen as the first!
And while DAEMONIUM will likely make its way back over to Wattpad in the future, that will not happen for a long time (For context, I don't plan to re-upload it here until after it has been completed and we're well into the next one)! So, if you're interested, I highly recommend joining us over on the Patreon for $2 a month! We'll have weekly updates of DAEMONIUM + early access to new content for FRICTION & RUSH!
As a preview, here is the full prologue! Hope you enjoy!
DÆMONIUM: Prologue
-Elliot-
There wasn't a rule set in stone that determined if we ever had to depart. But it was always the same when it happened, like a feeble whisper muffled by the havoc of a tempest. A surge of lightning far crueler than fate, which always seemed to strike those who feared it the most.
Anyone that remained received a jab in the form of an injection, followed by the startling rumble of their imposing vehicles as they left. Yet, even that hardly felt like a reprieve, as it meant continuing to live with the knowledge that someday, somehow, someone treasured might face that narrowly avoided catastrophe.
Like the repayment of a debt.
Every year, without fail, their presence would descend upon us once again, bringing chaos with it.
They were always eighteen years old if they were taken. No more and no less. For Incubi were curious creatures, but they were peculiar in their ways. While they thrived on chaos, their selective methods were strict and methodical, much of it boiling down to those specific digits.
Perhaps that's why I wasn't expecting anything to go wrong. I was seventeen, still a year away from knowing what would become of me. And as apathetic as it felt to rejoice in that knowledge when many of my peers were agonizing over their future, it inevitably brought me a nauseating sense of peace.
