The Redemption of Dc Hayes

By Alexis Allinson

Loki loves the chaos surrounding the birth of his grandson “Death Cub”. Unfortunately, the cub is born as a small child, incapable of taking care of himeself. To complicate matters, his kin, deem him an abomination that needs to be done away with.

D.C. finds himself running from a Garu (werewolf in layman's terms) pack who wants him dead for a crime he knows he has or may commit. He can’t actually remember. There is only one issue… D.C. wants the time to redeem his soul for his sin before he dies.

How do you save yourself if you’re not sure you’re worth saving? D.C. is forced to seek a way to help himself before the inevitable execution that awaits him.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lulu.com
• Release date: Jan 14, 2020
• ISBN: 9781794872462

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The Redemption of Dc Hayes

The Redemption of  D.C. Hayes

A Darkness Rising Universe Novel

Alexis Allinson

Gnome On Pig Productions

Written by: Alexis Allinson

Editor: Dirk McKeown

Cover Art by: Mike Allinson

Copyright© 2012

Copyright© 2016

ISBN: 978-1-79487-246-2

First Edition Print (re-write)

This is a work of fiction.  All names, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictionally, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events or locales is entirely coincidental.

Copyright is held by Alexis Olsansky-Allinson for this and everything in my creation of the Darkness Rising Universe.  All copyrights to the Darkness Rising Universe are held by Alexis Olsansky-Allinson.

Thank you to all beta readers for your help with reviews of this work.

The first publication of The Redemption of D.C. Hayes was released through LULU.com and its affiliates in August of 2012.  After signing with Nocturnal Press Publication in September of 2013, the first prints were pulled out of circulation in January 2014.  An extended re-write (this version) was produced by the author, Alexis Allinson, because of the high demand for there to be more to the story. 

A brief re-introduction of The Redemption of D.C. Hayes was released through Amazon as an ebook only until the printing of the book from Nocturnal Press Publications was accomplished and then pulled and is used by the other as a free look into the Darkness Rising Universe she created.  Only the author has any rights to distribute this copy.

Thank you to poet Henry Wadsworth Longfellow for your gift of poetry and inspiration to this book.

Any reproduction of this book in whole or part without the author's expressed permission is punishable by law.

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Other Books in the                                Darkness Rising Universe

The Dark Age of Bruce Mael   released 2013

Kindle: A Shadow of Youth    released 2014

The Insanity of Gord Innocbeing written

Other Books by the author

Rose Earp: Time Sheriffto be announced

Past, Present and Furnitureto be announced

Missing Hailey2015

The Trouble With Lloyd2015

Street Puddle2015

M.A.R.I.P.05ato be announced

A Chip of Cotton Candyto be announced

Under Penned Name Ollin Funn

Stealing Bellybuttons2013

Tommy the Robot Boy2014

Bluebell the Fairy2017

Dedication

To my loving husband Mike:

One body, one soul and one brain! :P

Also to my children,

Aleena, Marcus, Akki-Lea and Ares:

Without all of you I would have no inspiration to write.

"Speak! Speak! thou fearful guest!

Who. with thy hollow breast

Still in rude armour drest,

Comest to daunt me!

Wrapt not in Eastern balms,

But with thy fleshless palms,

Stretched, as if asking alms,

Why dost thou haunt me?"

~Henry Wadsworth Longfellow              

Exert from his poem titled The Skeleton in Armour

Prologue

Spring 2012 during the Super-moon event...

Fenris, the large black wolf son of the Norse God Loki, walked up to his father within the middle of the woods in the place known as Midgard. A large river ran close to the tree line. The bubbling water filled the night air with a mist as it clashed with the cold night air of the springtime month of May. The moon was immense in the night sky and could be seen clearly moving across the navy, sparkle of its space. Fenris lifted his nose to the sky and stared up at the large moon. He took in deep breaths of the misty air before looking toward his father lounged on a flat patch of grass at the river's edge.

You look worn out, my son, Loki proclaimed as he locked eyes with the wolf. Loki did not budge from his seat by the Potomac River. Instead he stretched out his arms before placing them behind his head to lay down and stare at the moon with his pale grey eyes.

Fenris at first yawned, and then he snorted and huffed back. Shaking the due from his fur he lower his head. He decided he would wander deeper into the small clearing next to the water so he could sit next to Loki on the river bank. He was not in the mood for light conversation. It had been a long night already and he could sense it was only to become even longer. Whenever his father was involved in anything, Fenris knew that his father loved the entanglement of making things go from black and white to colliding shades of grey unless it suited the Ancient Norse God to keep them simple.

Loki ignored the obvious attitude the wolf had wrapped himself in. Has the deed been completed? Loki asked as he pulled a piece of long grass out of the ground and rolled it in his fingers. He still had not made any further eye contact with his son since the wolf came to the clearing.

Fenris nodded his large head and snuffed again in a throaty way. And the pup? pressed Loki.

Fenris spoke in the language adopted by the Garu, known to the uneducated as werewolves. His soft reply was, It is a male offspring. The pack has given him the title of ‘Death Cub’.

Loki gingerly turned his head, dropping the piece of grass he was playing with and looked onto the face of his son with pride. Loki's pale grey eyes seemed to spark while looking into the deep red iris of Fenris' stare. My grandson has been given a suitable name I take it?

Fenris closed his eyes and bowed his head in grief. He tore himself savagely from his mother's womb in the Fenril form of the Garu as a way of announcing his arrival into their pack. The large black wolf had tears in his eyes. His son was born, but his mate was gone. He called out no name of Gaia.

Loki took no notice of his son’s distress as he smiled. What a wonderful and chaotic way to enter the world. The carnage must have been beautiful and magnificent to witness.

His birth was provoked by Diana and the rising of her Super Moon, Fenris sneered. She was provoked by the Olympian beast Eris! Eris was backed by her brother Ares. It was a sport between the siblings to see if they could cause a bit of anarchy and chaos within the heavens! Fenris’ chest heaved as he cursed the Olympian Gods for their mischief. Without a name from Gaia, the cub will be an outcast.

Wonderful! Loki danced in his seat as he heard Fenris' words or at least the majority of them. A new demigod has been unleashed onto Midgard and neither God nor Gaia was able to stop it. To have help from those residing in another rim of the Heavens; only makes this event even more smashing! 

Loki rose from his spot and filled his lungs with night air and gazed up at the moon gently gliding across the sky. He raised his right hand and pressed it to his lips. He then softly blew the kiss into the air toward the extra-large full moon that hung in the night sky rising quickly through the navy blanket speckled with stars. Thank you, marvellous Diana for the gift of your most brilliant moon to mark the birth of my grandson. I am indebted to you for such a wonderful gift.

Fenris laid down putting his head on his paws and ignored the rants of his father. He closed his eyes to attempt to keep the ravings from reaching into his own mind. The God was mad. He let out a sigh. His loss was as great as his gain on this night. He had his first-born son, a gift of a God to the Garu and yet, his heart wept for his lost love. He watched his father pace as he relished the birth of his grandson. It was possible to Fenris to respect his father for the deep love he did share for his children, spouse and now grandchild. Unfortunately, this made Fenris more uneasy for he also knew the destiny that would now follow his child for having murdered one of the werewolf pack matrons. His son would be hard pressed to live a normal life without the pack