In a world where gods walk among mortals and the Cycle of creation, life, descent, and renewal turns without mercy, Donald Spade Diablo is the blade that keeps the balance. Son of divine forgers and warrior flames, he is Ha-Satan-the appointed assassin of the Donohim council-tasked with harvesting the wicked to feed his uncle, Dot Doner, the death-ruler who consumes evil so purity does not poison the cosmos. But even gods carry ghosts. 
Once, in the ancient kingdom of Mist Haven, Donald descended as a mortal lord and loved a queen whose ambition burned brighter than any storm. Together they ruled through blood and betrayal, birthing horrors that scarred continents and seeded the very Schism that now threatens to erase the pantheon's plural grace. The consequences of that love still echo: in legends of an impaler who stakes souls like trophies, in a modern queen whose hazel eyes hide the same cold fire, and in the quiet guilt of a man who can never lie-even to himself. Now Donald crashes into the home of the Valentine women-four queens of warmth, wisdom, shade, and heart-who refuse to fear him, even when the news calls him Baphomet and the bodies pile up. Dorothy demands answers. Blanche remembers old festivals and older promises. Rose sees the boy beneath the blade. Sophia calls him Baby Satan and laughs like she's seen worse. As Schism whispers grow louder and ancient echoes stir from their graves, Donald must decide: keep harvesting the wicked to protect the world he claims to love, or finally confront the monster he helped create-before the Cycle turns again and devours everything he's dared to care about.

➸ in which a mentally sick boy is obsessive over a potential lover.

⠀ ❝ Real talk, shawty. ⠀ I think I might be in love with you. ❞ ❝ Meet me at the SOUTHSIDE Baby we can go hide Knowin' that mah boys gon' have my back Only at the SOUTHSIDE, girl SOUTHSIDE ! ❞ ⠀ an early 2000s ATL tragedy. ⠀ T.I. / Ashanti ! _____ STARTED: 8/23/2019 FINISHED: Copyright © 2019 by kciopenthadamndoor. All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

𝐁𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒. He was my cream, and I was his coffee, when you poured 𝐔𝐬 𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫 it was something.

"Let's Pretend I Ain't Your Friend So We Can Get It On Again." ▬ Tinashe.