Demigod Down

By Kim Bair

Olivia is an exceptionally talented killer with a dark past and a questionable future. As the head executioner for the Supernatural Council of the eastern United States, she patrols her territory delivering justice and death without remorse.

Currently she is being stalked.

Pfft, someone or rather some supernatural didn’t take their meds if they thought they could hunt her. Let’s be honest, she is enjoying the challenge and loving the fact that she gets to slice and dice once she finds them. Silly, silly supernatural.

Of course, her stalker has been busy and it’s disgusting, heart wrenching work cleaning up, but someone has to do it. If only the idiot stalker was her one and only problem.

Blake, who has grown to be an important part of her life, has a secret, and he isn’t sharing.

Kass, her best friend, is marrying a shifter and drawing Olivia into a central role of Shifter politics she would rather avoid.

Finally Governor Hash has found an exceptionally speedy way to end up on her most likely to kill list.

Olivia is giving serious thought to revising her policy on not killing humans.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kim Bair
• Release date: Feb 19, 2015
• ISBN: 9781310663468

Kim Bair

Kim Bair has been accused of living in “lala” land on multiple occasions and believe me, she wishes it was true. No, contrary to popular belief she actually resides in Phoenix, AZ.Writing has been a secret closet hobby of Kim’s since she was able to read herself, she dabbled as she bounced from job to job earning a paycheck, not a living.All of that changed on July 3, 2011 when her little brother passed away. Writing was no longer a hobby, it was passion, a desire, a painful need to communicate all the emotions her subconscious was pumping out.Now she aspires to share her writings with the world.

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MORE BOOKS by Kim Schubert:

Dead Shifter Walking, The Succubus Executioner Book 1

Demigod Down, The Succubus Executioner Book 2

A Witch’s Fury, The Succubus Executioner Book 3

A Council of Betrayal, The Succubus Executioner Book 4

Death of a Succubus, The Succubus Executioner Book 5

Legacy of the Succubus, The Succubus Executioner Book 6

Creation of the Dual Shifter, The Dual Shifter Executioner

The Mel Files

Andy’s Origin, The Andromalius Chronicles

Table of Contents

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Chapter 10

Chapter 11

Chapter 12

Chapter 13

Chapter 14

Chapter 15

Chapter 16

Chapter 17

Connect with Me!

Chapter 1

Good parents do everything to protect their charges, but the truth is that even the guardians fail. When they do, it is a failure that haunts for lifetimes - never relenting, easing, or allowing peace. It is our burden and one that I carry always.

That was my dismal thought, mixed in with memories of my own adopted sister, as I pulled up to the remote log cabin nestled in the secluded flatlands outside Vinita, Oklahoma. It was a bad idea bringing the survivors of the sex ring I had eliminated here. Only three had made it out, the rest had either been too far gone for me to save or had begged for death.

I could never deny a soul the ability to leave the world on their own terms, rather than battle the pain and shame a situation this horrible had inflicted. I ended seven lives upon their insistence.

I suppose that makes me a terrible person. I know it had something to do with the fact I too had given serious consideration to ending my own life on more than one occasion after I escaped.

So bringing three terrified newly turned shifters, who had been horrifically brutalized to the local alpha’s house unannounced, was really going to be interesting.

I shut off the SUV, drumming my fingers lightly on the steering wheel before I turned to the three huddled forms in the backseat. I tried my best to make my voice soft and gentle, at odd with the killer they had witnessed annihilate everything in that compound.

I’m going to go knock on the door and ask for a place to stay tonight. These are good people. They will help. I finished, trying to push confidence in that statement. I was exhausted, even my succubus powers were questionable.

They collectively started to whine. I don’t believe they even realized they were doing it. They had been pushed so far they were close to becoming purely beast, which in the shifter world meant certain death.

I waited a moment, hoping for my words to sink in before I opened my door, I left it door open.

My approach the house was slow. My knee had taken a hit that I was certain had dislodged something important. I cleared the three pine steps knocking on the door. It’s Olivia, head executioner for the Council, I announced on the pine porch.

But everyone calls me Olie. I wasn’t a big fan of the female version Liv. The Executioner job title - well, that’s self-explanatory. My occupation consists of killing rouge Supernaturals, vampires, shifters, and the more exotic sups such as myself.

I, ladies and gentleman am a succubus. Feel free to make your own assumptions, everyone does.

A short, spikey-haired kid glared at me, opening the door. What? he demanded.

Where is the alpha? I growled in response. Shit head I do not have time nor patience for games.

He snorted, stirring his bull nose ring while running his eyes over me and inhaling deeply. We don’t want trouble, he said, attempting to close the door.

I caught the highly polished wood door with a hand, meeting his snarl with my own. I know I looked like a disaster with dried blood staining my leather clothing and gluing stands of my already blood red hair together in sticky clumps. The bite I took on my neck was healing but still raw.

Ignoring the bottom of the pack in front of me, I called out into the house, Alpha, I demanded, I am an Executioner and I seek sanctuary for myself and three other shifters. If he was home his exceptional shifter hearing should pick up on it.

It was silent for a few breaths before I heard doors opening before the stomping of feet descending down the stairs, revealing several well-muscled, droll worthy men. Leading the pack was the Alpha of the US Logan. Shit.

Spikey hair smiled. I must have said that out loud. Oops.

You are in for it now, he said, folding his arms over his chest.

I growled, leaning towards him. Be very careful. Your next words may be your last.

Stumbling back, he let the door bang open as I raised my eyes back to the caramel depths of Logan’s own. Are you the speaking Alpha? I asked. I really needed those girls out of my car.

That depends, Logan said stopping. His eyes raking over my appearance and quickly pulling in a deep breath. I could image the smells he was pulling off me - fear, death, sex, and sweat, just to name a few.

I have had a long and awful night. I said, my sea green eyes not leaving his own. I need a safe place for the three females in the back of my SUV, who are terrified and border line beast. Will you help me take care of your own? I ground out, quickly losing my patience.

One of the men came forward from behind Logan. He wasn’t an alpha. A beta maybe. The alpha of this house is gone, but I’m his beta Dean and I grant you and yours sanctuary for as long as needed.

I nodded exhausted, Where are your females? I questioned looking around at the testosterone-filled room.

Dean came down the last steps, Away, why? he asked his salt and pepper hair cut short.

I shook my head rubbing my exhausted eyes, I can’t have you around them in the state they’re in.

A young cocky male moved forward ahead of Logan still stopped on the stairs, Just to clarify, you want us to allow four unknown females into an absent alpha’s house while you ask where our females are?

I nodded, rubbing my temples when the piercing sound of a terrified scream raked through the air. Olie! I heard my name chanted over and over again as I ran back to the SUV. One of the girls had submitted to her beast, no longer able to fight the memories of her abused body.

The other two spilled out of the SUV as the light from the open door cut a swatch in their dirty rags of clothing, I cleared the porch using energy reserves I didn’t have, tackling the female in mid shift, the skin of her face stretching as fur glistened down her arms in the moonlight.

The males followed close behind me and the females, whose names I couldn’t get from them, started screaming, Don’t touch us! Don’t let them touch us, Olie! Please. They begged me, in hoarse, choked sobs.

Clenching my eyes closed, I broke the shifter’s neck, separating it from her abused body as she sunk her fangs into my forearm. The cracking sound fell on deaf ears as the girls looked for a way out, holding tightly to each other and begging for it to stop.

I looked into Dean’s eyes as he backed away, his hands held up in horror as disbelief spread over his face. The other alphas that had followed me outside the house also backed away slowly.

I absorbed the sickening fear the girls were pushing out. Nothing good could come of this, I thought.

Logan whistled on the porch and the alphas left, sparing a few troubled glances at the dirty, malnourished, and brutalized females begging on the ground.

I closed my eyes, knowing I was vulnerable and hating myself for such weakness. I couldn’t help it. I was too tired. My body was beaten and I was fairly certain there was a bullet or two still lodged in my shoulder. My soul though had a host of memories I was having a hard time pushing away.

I waited until their cries had dimmed, until they had realized that no one here was going to hurt them. I wouldn’t reach them until they calmed down. That was a lesson learned from painful experience. The dark-haired older one looked to me.

No one is going to hurt you, I reaffirmed. She nodded, nudging the blonde to look at me.

I gave them a strained smile, reaching my hand out.

…

I was in the upstairs bathroom when I heard the meeting that I had interrupted, come to a close. I had left the girls in one of the finished basement rooms after getting them washed up and in clean clothes.

Neither would not eat. I wasn’t surprised. I had left the bathroom door open in case they cried out, but I needed the space away from their wrecked emotions. Hell, I needed space from my own.

I pulled off my jacket giving it a sad look as I dropped it into the black plastic garbage bag I had found in the kitchen. Twisting to look at my left shoulder, I picked up the scissors from my first aid kid and cut through my blood-stained black tank top. I hissed pulling fabric out of the wound sucking in a deep breath to focus on staying vertical.

Logan arrived on silent feet, his hands gently pushing me to the toilet. I turned giving him a sour look, but obeying the silent request to sit down. His calloused hands examined the holes in my back. I hissed when he pressed against them, dropping my chin to my chest.

What did you find tonight? He rumbled, utilizing the tools I had set on the countertop to probe my shoulder.

You don’t want to know. I rasped around my clenched teeth. I exhaled, the lack of pain euphoric for a moment. He dropped the metal from my shoulder into the trash bag.

Logan dug into my shoulder again and I tried not to tense up. What should I tell the counselor coming out tomorrow? He asked. His voice low, even though this entire conversation was undoubtedly being heard by everyone.

I felt the sob try to leave my body, my teeth clenching for an entirely different reason. I covering my face with my hands. Logan pulled out another chunk of metal before he closed the door.

Olie, he began awkwardly, I can feel you.

I swallowed back another sob nodding. I clamped down hard on my emotions, braiding the pain back into myself before shoving up extra barriers against the emotional train wreck currently known as Olie.

Being a succubus and manipulating emotions was my greatest strength and occasionally, a pain in the ass.

Clearing my throat, I tried again, I’m not sure exactly what it was, sex ring, or what, but they were brutalized to the point where the beast took over and used for fights to the death.

Logan dropped another piece of metal in the trash can. Three bullets in one shoulders, awesome. I was silent for a long moment before he asked, Are there any others left?

I didn’t bother to question if he meant females or bad guys, the answer was the same.

None, I turned looking into his caramel eyes, the orbs darkening as he cracked his neck, holding onto the forceps tightly.

Any more? I asked, exhaustion weighing heavily on me. He shook his head. His light brown hair had grown since I had seen him last.

Gathering my items, I headed away from the overbearing shifter and back to the basement to shower and finally pass out.

…

I was awakened by the divine smell of breakfast. I quickly dressed in yoga pants and a tank top, careful of my still healing shoulder. I wrangled my hair into a pony tail after foolishly sleeping on it wet. I paused at the girl’s room seeing the door open. Stepping into the room confirmed it was vacant. Perhaps the counselor had already arrived.

Following my nose upstairs to the kitchen, I found Dean cooking breakfast. Morning, he greeted me.

I grunted a reply, throwing myself in the nearest chair.

Logan came in from outside. You’ll have to forgive her. She’s not a morning person.

Dean cast a look at me nodding, I can see that.

Logan moved aside the strap of my tank top, These are still pretty raw Olivia.

I’m aware, I mumbled.

The first aid kit is in the hall bath, Dean said, setting a plate in front of me.

Thanks, I grumbled, annoyed as I dug into the warm biscuit.

She’ll probably need another plate, Logan said, setting down the first aid kit next to me on the table. He was dressed in pajama pants with paw prints and a white t-shirt. I raised an eyebrow.

He shrugged, Can’t I have relaxed clothing as well?

I laughed, choking on my food before, No Lorraine?

He had the decency to look annoyed at his fiancé’s name. No, not today.

Hissing, I ate another bite as he dabbed disinfectant on my wounds. Baby, he chided.

Dean watched our interaction spooning more eggs and biscuits on to my plate. You two seem pretty chummy, he commented.

Appearances are deceiving, replied Logan, laying a piece of gauze over my wounds before taping it down.

I couldn’t agree more.

The girls? I asked as Logan sat next to me taking the sausage off my plate.

The counselor took them this morning. I have the number and address if you want to check in on them, he said.

I nodded, devouring my plate.

Shit, I didn’t make enough, Dean mumbled turning around to the stove.

I shrugged, Burned a lot of calories last night.

Logan snagged the bacon off the plate as well, before standing and stretching. The scent of the wild woods, pine trees, and that distinctive salty male scent washed over me as I glared up at him. He gently swatted the back of my head, How long are you here? His question was meant to be light hearted, but I could tell the Alpha didn’t like me hanging around.

I sighed, leaning carelessly against my newly-covered wounds causing me to flinch. Before I could answer, Dean spoke up. The local alpha was hoping you could stay to fill him in on what happened. He isn’t very happy this happened in his territory with no knowledge.

I nodded. When do you expect him back?

Late tonight or early tomorrow. He replied throwing the dish rag in the sink.

I nodded. In that case, wake me when lunch is served. I took my biscuit that Logan was eyeballing and headed back to bed.

Where are you going? Logan called.

Back to bed. I answered, not raising my voice. Since I can’t fuck myself healthy, I plan to sleep it off.

The stomping of feet down the stairs surprised me as the handsome alphas from last night stood between me and my bed. What? I asked, taking a large bite of biscuit.

You looking for volunteers? asked the spikey kid from last night eagerly.

Are you serious, Paul? Dean asked, before I could recover from my dumbfounded stare.

Olivia is taken, Logan called from the kitchen.

I watched their expressions fall, shaking my head and continuing on my way.

Going back to sleep had its pros and cons. I spent a great deal of time starring up at the wood beam ceiling thinking about everything I had done and killed the night before. Long forgotten memories of my own childhood resurfaced faster than I could shove them back. I was loth to relieve those. Eventually however, even my troubled soul drifted off into sleep.

Chapter 2

I was sitting at the kitchen table downing some fantastic mac and cheese, courtesy of Dean, when a raven-haired man and a petite female walked in the back door.

Dean turned to them from the kitchen, How did it go? He asked.

The petite, dark-haired women gave a sorrow-filled look to the man before shaking her head and walking away.

Damn, Dean muttered as she went up the stairs. Remembering he had guests, Dean used a hand to point at me, This is Olivia the Executioner.

I waved my fork with a small smile feeling awkward and out of place.

Jay, the raven-haired man replied, casting a look to the stairs where his mate had run off. The longing on in his face to go after her was clear. With a heavy sigh he turned his attention back to us, before coming to sit next to me at the small table.

He had a Native American cast to his features complete with perfect olive skin. I heard you had some trouble last night, he stated, his black eyes appraising me with interest.

For a moment, my despair and grief resurfaced. I renewed my guards before nodding. I leaning back in the chair careful to avoid the still healing wounds.

Someone was collecting shifters or humans and turning them into shifters for sex and sport, I replied, watching him closely.

Do you know who? he asked, anger flaring his nostrils.

I shook my head, I killed everyone who was there, but I wouldn’t be surprised if this is one of many.

Leave the address before you go. I’ll send a team to investigate, he said before standing up. If you will excuse me.

I sat back after finishing my meal, feeling satisfied with a full belly.

You seen Logan? I asked Dean, bringing my dish to the sink.

Lorraine is back. I believe they are spending some time together in the cabins out back, he said, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

I made a gagging noise.

Why? Dean asked with a laugh.

I shrugged, Always good to keep an eye on the kitty. I answered. I was taken off guard by laughter.

I raised an eyebrow at his outburst. Darling, he began, fighting another fit of laughter, don’t ever let him ear you say that.

I’ll keep it in reserve, I said with a wary smile.

Dean played a few card games with me, caught me up on the latest action movies, and sent me to bed on a full stomach with a changed shoulder bandage.

It was a good end to a not so great few days, but I had shit to do and tomorrow would see me gone from here.

…

A noise jerked me awake. My hand instinctually clutched my gun hidden under the pillow, listening for another noise to determine exactly where the threat was coming from.

I heard furniture crashing in the living room above followed by low growls. I cursed, dashing up the basement stairs to the mess, formally known as the living room. The females had returned. Jay the alpha from last night was giving an order to the black wolf that I was guessing had effectively destroyed the living room.

Scanning the room, I found Logan. He shook his head, warning me off, before his eyes traveled down lower to where my pants should have been, instead of just my neon green undies. Oops. Lorraine, behind Logan scowled at me, mouthing something not flattering I was sure. I sighed, lowering my gun stance, seeing as they had it under control.

Maybe not under control but no one was dying, I amended, huffing back down the stairs.

Logan bellowed my name at the same time the weight of the female wolf shifter landed on my back, propelling me down the stairs. Making the decision to lose the gun in favor of tucking and rolling, I hit the hallway wall before bouncing off and under the black wolf.

Wonderful.

Her muzzle reeked close to my nose, blowing stale, hot breath at me. I was wrong, this situation was nowhere near under control.

Why did I listen to Logan? I’m going with being half asleep. Seriously, I know better. The idiot couldn’t keep his shit together.

Turning slowly, I laid flat on my back bearing my neck in a submissive stance, noting the shift of the emotions in her eyes. In one moment, she was ready to tear my throat out and in the next, she was scared, her body language dipping only slightly before turning back to