Deadly Desires

By Michael Jones

When Athenas Hernandez is murdered for the bloodthirsty monster he is, history is changed forever. Before his death, he promises to return from the depths of hell for his vengeance. He will wage war on the children of his captors and their children after that.

He appears to die, and peace is found—but it doesn’t last. Born again, Athenas becomes the owner and bartender of a place called Black Phallus. Those who visit discover hedonism at its best and bloody worst. This is a dark side walked by both the brave and sexually curious, but the cost is to cheat death. Not all will make it out alive.

Deadly Desires is a thrill ride that captivates the mind, teases the senses, and seduces the body. This is a nightmarish tale of blood, sex, evil, and pure cruelty. At the helm is a devil once killed but now raised for revenge and the feeding of his debauched fantasies

• Language: English
• Publisher: iUniverse
• Release date: Jul 8, 2022
• ISBN: 9781663240040

Michael Jones

Michael Jones did his Ph.D. on the Beaufort family, and subsequently taught at the University of South West England, the University of Glasgow, and Winchester College.  He is a Fellow of the Royal Historical Society and now works as a writer and media presenter.  He is the author of six books, including The King's Mother, a highly praised biography of Margaret Beaufort, which was shortlisted for the Whitfield Prize.

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ISBN: 978-1-6632-4003-3 (sc)

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Library of Congress Control Number: 2022909151

iUniverse rev. date: 06/14/2022

CONTENTS

Chapter 1 Birth of the Titans

Chapter 2 The Black Phallas

Chapter 3 Transformation

Chapter 4 The Deed

Chapter 5 Vengence

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1

BIRTH OF THE TITANS

Deep in the dark of night, amidst the wilderness of the provenance that would become Mexico City, screams of terror and pain echo through the black of night. Enraged mobocrats with torches lit, rope ready and armed with swords chase after a known rapist and murderer. Alerted to their advance, Athenas Hernandez peered behind him and watched for their arrival. With blood dripping from his fangs and running down his neck, he dropped his victim and turned to run.

But it was too late. The villagers had caught up and surrounded him. The hombres were tall and masculine. Muscles rippled their bodies from the hard labor of working the land. Judge Mendez pushed his way through the mob with his men, Martins and Philips and stood before him. Two musclemen held him while a third bound his hands. Philips proceeded to the victim’s side. Kneeling on bended knee, he raised the victim’s head and examined the wounds on her neck. She’s dead, he confirmed. Having carefully rested her head on the ground, he returned to the Judges side.

Athenas, Pete, was a strikingly handsome man. Standing at six feet six inches, he towered over most of the citizens of the provenance. His muscular, Heman body was complete with large pecs and sexy pronounced six pack abs. His huge cut cock hung between his legs like a snake. His shoulder length hair flowed in the gentle breeze. His gorgeous face was edged by sideburns. His coco brown skin shimmered in the moon light. His lean, firm ass was the envy of some and the fantasy of others.

Mendez glared at Hernandez with disgust. Kill him, he ordered. Nunez and D’Angelo forced him to a nearby bolder and held him down while Philips dug a crucifix from his pocket and fastened it around his neck. Hahaha, Pete laughed while Griffon held the cross for him to see, You bastards think that will stop me? NO, Senors! I will return from the depths of hell, and I will reduce this city to burning heaps of rubble! NO ONE shall escape my wrath! I will wage war on all your generations to come! None shall be safe! I will rape your women and girls, and sodomize you men and boys, young and old, none shall escape me!

In the name of the Father, The Son and His Holy Spirit, I send thy soul back to HELL, Athenas Hernandez! Pressing the crucifix to Pete’s forehead, Griffon glared coldly at him while his flesh singed, blistered and smoked. Aww, Athenas roared in his demonic voice, You fucking son of a bitch! I will hunt you and your seed to the ends of the earth for this! Griffon ripped his shirt open and pressed the point of the stake to his hairy chest.

All your generations shall know my face, feel the prick of my fangs and the pain of my pecker up their asses! I shall seduce them, male and female, and none shall be rid of me! And I shall feed on their blood forever, Griffon Philips! In the name of The Almighty, I send thee to HELL, Philips, yelled. Blood gushed from his body as he commenced to drive the stake into his body. Aww, Pete called out in a demonic roar. Raising to strike the final blow, Griffon Yelled, Die you son of a bitch! Pete spouted blood from his mouth one last time, that ran down his face.

Griffon drew his sword from its sheath and raised it to finish the job. That will do, Philips, Mendez said. If I do not decapitate him, he WILL rise from the grave. I said, Enough! I don’t believe in such foolish superstitions. Just throw him into the damn hole and be done with it! Yes, sir.

Athenas glared at him and growled through clenched teeth as he pulled the stake out. Grabbing Nunez and D’Angelo, he snapped their necks and they fell to the side. Catching Philips by the throat, he dug his claws deep into the flesh. Aww, he cried out. A Mobocrat drew