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© 2008, Danyealle Autumn Myst Reviews For FATE: IN THE BEGINNING... by Danyealle Autumn Myst Danyealle Autumn Myst has taken many
dark legends and rolled them into one story with surprising results.
These eclectic groups of beings are not the evil and scary characters
we are so use to reading about, but rather, they are as close to being
humans as you can get. There were moments of comedy, especially with
Dani's pet cat Mayhem, who speaks with a lisp but is just looking for
someone to show him love and affection. When it comes to love, Darious
and Dani heat up the sheets! These two are soul mates who after many
years of separation come together in a cosmic clash. When these two
make love, the skies open and their true forms come out. And let's just
say that Darious has an interesting way of showing his love for his
she-devil. Sample Chapter For FATE: IN THE BEGINNING... by Danyealle Autumn Myst “I’ll prove it to you! I’ll do what no demon should be able to do.” He got down on his knees and looked up into her eyes, taking her hands into his. “Marry me, Danyealla. Be my wife.” She reached out and stroked his hair gently, shaking her head sadly. “Darious, marriage is for humans, not for the likes of us. It’s no real commitment to anything. Your lawyer could untangle you from it in ten minutes flat.” He sighed deeply and lowered his eyes. She was right, of course. He thought hard for several minutes, trying to come up with something else when a peace such as he had never known seemed to envelope him. Before he knew what happened, he looked back up at her and said softly, “Be my mate, then.” She looked down at him in stunned silence, her mouth hanging open. Mating was very different from marriage. It was far more binding. It meant forever and there was no way out of it. There was no formal ceremony, no piece of paper that needed to be signed. But it was more binding than any human contract. To put it simply, it was the mating of souls rather than bodies, a joining that no being could undo once it was done “Do you even have any idea what
that means and the ramifications of it, Darious?” she whispered. She nodded slowly. “For immortal
beings like us, it means eternity together. Are you sure, Darious?” She looked down at him, tears starting
to roll down her cheeks again, then whispered a soft, “Yes.” * * * * But Kat and Darious weren’t the
only ones who felt it. All over the world, beings tied to them felt
it. Marcus, alone in the apartment, was jolted so hard while he was
relaxing in a chair channel surfing that every hair on his body stood
on end. Immediately following, the phone started ringing off the hook
for Darious with calls from other demons, wanting to know what that
was and what had caused it. Modega was in his office at Triple D carefully going over a stack of paperwork sent over by the L.A. Pussycat when it washed over him. He squeezed the fountain pen he held so hard, it shattered, sending sprays of ink everywhere, covering his desk and suit. Immediately, he grabbed the phone and dialed the number for Darious’ cell, muttering angrily, “What the fuck did that asshole just do?” In South Carolina, in the conference room on the top floor of the tower that housed D2K, a high-powered meeting was going on about the contract with Triple D. It was attended by not only upper echelon D2K staff, but some of the members of the North American She-Devil Council, as well. The jolt rocked most of the people in the room. Zarah and Zsuzanna, the head of the council and the she-devil with the most political power and clout in the new world, looked at each other and said one word, “Dani.” Zarah dialed Dani’s number and Zsuzanna dialed Raven’s. In the Pussycat in South Carolina, Raven was sipping a beer, talking quietly with Travis, Jolene’s werewolf mate, when she was hit with something so powerful it felt like someone had touched the base of her spine with a cattle prod. Because of her power of telepathy, she was hit with it harder than the rest. The thick glass beer mug she held exploded in her hand, sending beer and glass in every direction, embedding large chunks of it in her hand. Travis hopped over the bar and grabbed a clean towel, then hurried over to her. He was about to wrap it around her hand when she shook her head vehemently and waved him back. “Don’t touch me! The jolt of electricity you would get would singe your hair and shoot you across the room.” She pulled glass out of her hand when Jolene walked shakily out of the kitchen, covered in gravy. She looked at Raven, bug-eyed. “What happened to Dani?” Raven shook her head. “All I know for sure is it’s a good thing. I have a strong inkling as to what caused it, but I am not going to say anything until I can confirm it.” She then answered her ringing phone. Deep in the Siberian forest in a castle-like fortress, Arkady was trying to mediate a screaming match between the heads of two werewolf clans. One minute he was in between two massive warriors with weapons drawn, the next he was lying on the floor, stunned. The werewolves stopped arguing and helped him to his feet, asking him what had happened. All he could get out was, “Lady Danyealla.” At the mention of that name, the room grew quiet. In a floating casino/whorehouse off the coast of Monte Carlo, Azmodeus was lounging naked among a bevy of beautiful young women when he was struck with a searing pain that made him roar in agony. When it had passed, he bellowed Darious’ name in rage, then reached for the phone. Even in the deepest, darkest depths of hell, it was felt. Lucifer himself, sitting on his throne, felt a twinge, just a small one. His curiosity aroused, he sent one of his generals to discover the source. The whole world over the children of Dani and associates of Darious felt it and started to wonder. Immediately following, phone lines the world over started humming with people clamoring for information. After saying yes, Dani wrapped her arms around his neck, buried her face in his hair, then burst into tears. He wrapped his arms around her and stroked her back before standing up, holding her tightly to him, “Don’t cry, Kat. I didn’t mean to upset you and make you cry.” Unbeknownst to him, tears were also running down his face as well, but because of his furnace-like body heat, they were evaporating as quickly as they left his eyes. She clung tightly to his neck and said, her voice muffled by his hair. “I’m not crying because I’m upset, I’m crying because I’m happy.” He nodded slightly but was bewildered. That wasn’t something he had encountered before. He had always associated tears with being sad or upset. He just held her close to him and stroked her back until her muffled sobs diminished. When her tears dried up, she pulled her face out of his hair and looked at him. He reached up and stroked her hair softly, smiling at her. His cell phone rang non-stop in his suit pocket and he could feel his beeper vibrating like mad on his belt. From the bench by the table, he could hear the muffled sound of her beeper and cell going off, too. He just stared deep into those eyes he had dreamed of so often, unable to say anything. His heart pounded so hard in his chest that he thought it would burst. A warm, tingly feeling he had never felt before seemed to completely envelope him. It was odd, but not entirely unpleasant and he shook slightly. Finally, he just whispered, “My Kat, my Dani, my Danyealla.” She smiled up at him and wiped her face, then whispered, “My Darious.” She then leaned forward and kissed him tenderly on the lips. He kissed her back equally as tenderly, holding her tightly to him. Gradually, that soft kiss deepened and became something more passionate and fervent. He turned them around and sat her on the table, his mouth devouring hers. Soon, she was flat on her back on the table, with him on top of her, her legs were wrapped tightly around his waist, holding him to her. Her shirt and bra were off and had been flung somewhere across the room. His suit coat had been flung onto the bench by her purse, his dress shirt unbuttoned, and her hands busy exploring his vast muscular chest. He was pressed tightly to her, his hand tangled in her thick mane of golden blonde hair. His crotch pressed tightly to her and he unconsciously ground his rock hard, throbbing cock against her jean-encased pussy. His nostrils were flared open, taking in the heady muskiness of her excitement. The more turned on he got, the more of a red tinge his skin got. Soon, as his excitement grew, horn nubs erupted above his temples and his eye color became a deep glowing red, the color of freshly spilled blood. His natural smell of sulfur and brimstone seemed to thicken and permeate the whole room like a heavy cloud cover. His cock became painful in the tight prison of his pants. He lifted off of her slightly and reached down, starting to fumble with the button on the waistband. It was this that seemed to bring her back down to reality. She pushed up on him slightly. “We need to stop, Darious. We can’t be doing this here.” He gave her a seemingly uncomprehending look. “Why?” his voice was considerably deeper and huskier, like a long, low rumble of thunder. She pushed him up further, then sat up, looking around for her shirt. “What is out front, Darious? Soon they would smell you if we kept up like we were. They may be rogues and outcasts, but even they would take umbrage at having a demon in their midst.” He took several deep breaths to get himself under control, then nodded. “You’re right, of course. This is neither the time, nor the place to continue.” He looked around for her shirt. When he couldn’t readily spot it, he took off his dress shirt, leaving on his undershirt, and gave it to her, staring almost completely entranced into her eyes. They had narrowed and changed into the greenish-golden eyes of a cat. She put the shirt on, and then buttoned it. Looking up at him, she grinned. “Besides, if they came in, you wouldn’t want them to see you as you are now.” She looked down at his bare arms and chuckled. “You’re skin has such a healthy, rosy-red glow to it.” She reached up and rubbed his horn nubs. “And those are so cute! But the bright red, glowing Christmas tree light eyes are the cutest of all!” He reached up and felt the horn nubs, then looked down at his red tinged skin with utter amazement. “Well, I’ll be. That has never happened to me before.” He looked at her and grinned, his elongated canines flashing slightly in the dim light. “Only you could bring out that kind of reaction in me. I have to admit it’s quite a novelty to come close to losing self-control.” She giggled and grinned at him, then handed him his bottle of brandy and took a long pull off the bottle of moonshine. When she was done, she reached down and snagged her purse off the bench and pulled out the beeper and cell, and proceeded to turn both of them off without even looking at the numbers of the people calling. She looked at him, grinning. “There, that’s better. The noise was hurting my ears.” “To someone like me, who needs
the beeper and the cell, that is akin to sacrilege,” he said grinning. He nodded, understanding perfectly. He grabbed his suit jacket and pulled his own cell out. It rang madly. He glanced at the caller. “Marcus. If you’ll excuse me, this is one I had better take.” He then flipped open the phone and said, “Yes, Marcus?” “What the fuck happened?”
Marcus yelled. “I got a jolt like I had stuck my dick in a light
socket then every hair on my body stood up and did the hula. I don’t
think I will ever get over it! What did you do, Darious?” Marcus sighed dramatically. “Easy for you to say, Godzilla. But I’m not the only one tied up in knots. I’ve taken I don’t know how many calls from your colleagues from ‘the land down under.’ Whatever happened, everyone below got a jolt from it, as well. “Modega’s calling every two minutes demanding to know why you aren’t answering your cell phone. He sounds like a man who is having a heart attack and a nervous breakdown at the same time.” Darious chuckled at the ‘land down under’ comment, Marcus’ euphemism for hell, and his no doubt apt description of Modega. “Tell Modega I’ll explain everything when I see him next. As for the others, tell them Modega will get with them for an explanation after I’m done talking to him. That should satisfy everyone for now.” “Not quite everyone. The A-man himself called.” Darious sobered up immediately knowing Marcus was talking about Azmodeus but was too leery to say his name. “What did he want?” “The same as everyone else, to know what you did. He’s going to be calling back. What do you want me to tell him?” “Tell him I will get with him about it when I get back to South Carolina. That should keep him at bay for now.” “We hope so anyway. Can I just turn the ringer off and leave a message on the voice mail referring everyone to Modega if they have questions?” Darious nodded. “Very good idea. Call Modega from your cell and let him know what I said, then to relay the message to my boss. After that, just keep your cell on you in case I need you.” “Roger, boss, will do. Anything else?” “Not that I can think of.” While he was otherwise pre-occupied, Kat grabbed her cell and turned it on. After checking to make sure the line was clear, she dialed her home phone number. Mayhem answered on the second ring, engaging the line by slapping his large paw on the speakerphone button. Dani had bought a phone with oversized buttons just so he could answer it. “Herrow?” “Mayhem, it’s me.” “Lady Bosh!” He started to dance around excitedly, his little stump of a tail wiggling back and forth one hundred mph. “Where’sh you at? Mayhem gotsh woked up by shumfing dat feltsh like da’ time my claws gotsh shtucked in da’ shocket. It made muh hairsh all shtand up den da’ phone shtarted goin’ ’nanersh. Wan’ da Mayhem ta shred it, Lady Bosh?” She chuckled a bit, but she could hear
the undercurrent of stress and anxiety in his voice. “No, Mayhem,
Mayhem puffed up a bit. “Otay, Lady Bosh! How do I’sh do dat?” In very simple terms and slowly, she talked him through how to turn the ringer off. “I doosh it, Lady Bosh!” he crowed happily, sounding very proud of himself. “You sure did. I’m proud of you.” “Da Mayhem ish a good kitty!” “He sure is. The best kitty in the world.” “Lady Bosh?” His tone took on an anxious note. “Yes, Mayhem?” “Why for did da Mayhem’s fursh shtand up earliersh?” She kept her voice calm and even. “Mayhem, I know it was uncomfortable and scared you a little bit, but everything is okay. I will explain everything to you when I get home.” He sounded a bit more relaxed when he answered, “Otay, Lady Bosh. Yoush be home shoon? Da Mayhem be misshin’ yous.” She smiled. “I’ll be home pretty soon. I’ll talk to you then.” “Otay, Lady Bosh! Byeshiesh!” “Bye, Mayhem.” Then she hung up. Darious was still engaged in conversation with Marcus, so she checked the phone to make sure the line was free, then dialed Raven’s number. Raven answered, sounding very harried and distracted. “Hello?” “It’s me, Raven.” “What happened earlier? Everyone
got a helluva jolt. Since then, my phone has been ringing non-stop.” Raven said, “Understandable. Poor guy. Now, would you care to tell me what caused that jolt?” Dani was quiet for a minute or so, trying to figure out what to say. “Let me just put it this way, it wasn’t a bad thing and it made me happier than I have ever been in my existence.” “I gathered that from what I felt when it happened.” Dani rubbed her temple a bit, thinking. This wasn’t something she wanted to go over on the phone. It was going to be best handled in person. “Just let everyone know that I am fine and that it was a good thing. Beyond that, I will get with you over the next couple of days to set up a time where we can go over it. Even though I imagine, knowing you the way I do, you probably have a pretty good idea as to what it is. Is that all right with you?” “Yes, it’s good with me. I just wanted something, anything, to tell everyone who has been calling me. And, as always, you are right. I do have a very good idea as to what happened, but I will keep my suspicions to myself as to what it is until we talk next.” “Thanks, Raven, I appreciate it. But I do have another favor to ask you. May I put a message on my voice mail referring everyone to you? I do not want to deal with them right now.” “That’s fine. I think three
quarters of them are calling me when they can’t get a hold of
you, anyway.” When he was done, he looked at her and smiled. “I think I am done for now.” She nodded. “Good, I am too.” She then took another long pull of the bottle and looked at him. “We need to talk. There are a lot of things to work out.” He sat down beside her, the table creaking
under his weight. “Yes, we do. I usually plan things in advance,
have all the kinks and pitfalls worked out ahead of time, but not this
time. I’m not usually that Nodding, she said, “Let’s start with the obvious one first—living arrangements. I take it you being out here is not a permanent thing?” Shaking his head, he replied, “No, I’m just out here for the contract negotiations with the Pussycat. While I do maintain a branch office out here, my main base of operations is still in South Carolina.” “And I take it moving it out here is out of the question?” “Logistically and theoretically it could be done, but it would take a minimum of a year to do it and in the process, I would lose several key people who I really can’t replace or function well without. Plus, most of my business contacts are in South Carolina.” She ran her fingers through her hair and sighed. “That’s not viable then. Can you divide your time between the coasts?” He shrugged. “I really can’t.
My presence is required in South Carolina too much for me to be bi-coastal.” He shook his head slowly. “I do a great deal of work at the office on weekends.” “Well, I guess it falls to me then, doesn’t it?” He nodded a bit. “Yes. Despite you being in school, your schedule and lifestyle is far more flexible than mine.” She sighed. “Yes it is. Would you be able to handle me coming back east a couple times a month?” Reaching out, he took her hand, smiling
softly at her. “The decision is up to you entirely, of course,
and whatever you decide, I will have to live with, but I would like
you back in my life on a full-time basis. That was my ultimate goal
in all of this.” He smiled at her. “If you come back with me, I’ll do everything within my power to make you as comfortable as I can and make the transition as easy as possible. You won’t have to move anything at all. I will hire someone to do it. I have an antebellum mansion and it will be yours to do with what you want. I will make your life as easy as I can if you are with me.” “There is another consideration, Mayhem. He doesn’t deal well with change and won’t take the news of moving well.” Darious’ brow furrowed, he was now a bit concerned, this was the second time he had heard this Mayhem mentioned in conjunction with her and he was unsure just who he was and what role he played in her life. “If I may, just who is Mayhem?” She made a dismissive gesture. “Oh, Mayhem is my pet, nothing to worry about.” He knew enough about she-devil society and their laws to know they kept men of all different races and breeds as ‘pets’—basically objects to amuse themselves with then to dismiss from their lives when they were bored with them. Now he was a bit apprehensive. “A pet? You told me you don’t keep pets.” She looked at him quizzically for a minute before realizing he misinterpreted the meaning of the word and started to giggle. “Not that kind of pet. He is a real pet. Mayhem is my pet cat.” Relief washed over him. “Oh, okay. I was getting worried there for a minute. So he’s a housecat, then?” “Something like that, yeah.” She gave him a quirky grin. He chuckled. “Okay, again, I will do everything in my power to make the transition for the both of you as easy as possible.” He gave her hand a gentle squeeze. “Please, Dani, come home with me. I don’t want to be back out of your life again now that I just got back into it. Whatever obstacles that may arise between the two of us, we can work them out together. But if we are apart, it will make it infinitely harder.” She looked up into his piercing blue eyes for a moment, quiet, and then said, “All right. But you are going to help me break it to Mayhem that we are moving away from the big sand box.” “I’ll help in any way I can. Besides, I have to explain all of this to Marcus. He’s stressing out and shedding all over my apartment at the moment,” he said with a wry grin. “Would you mind explaining to me just who Marcus is?” “First, Marcus is a werewolf, hence the shedding comment. He is my slave, but in name only. In all actuality, he’s my manservant/assistant.” She cocked an eyebrow at him. “And lover? You forget, I know you’re bisexual, Darious.” He laughed. “No, he isn’t. If I ever suggested such a thing, he would get a horrified look on his face, cross his legs, and tell me to keep my donkey dick to myself.” She giggled. “Okay.” She then got serious again. “Tell me, how are we going to do this? Stop at my place and tell Mayhem, then go talk to Marcus? Or the other way around?” He sat quietly for a moment. “Why don’t we kill two birds with one stone? I’ll have Marcus meet us at your place and we can explain it to the both of them at the same time. That way, he can stop and pick up my car as well, so we don’t have to go back for it.” She agreed. “Good idea.” “Thank you. So, tell me, is there
something I could do to help get into Mayhem’s good graces?” “I am not above bribing someone silly if that’s what it takes. In Mayhem’s case, what would I bribe him with? Somehow I don’t think the usual large envelope of cash slipped discreetly to him would get me very far with a cat.” She giggled some more. “No, it wouldn’t. He adores McDonalds’ cheeseburgers, chicken sandwiches, fish fillets, french fries, and vanilla shakes. Show up with any or all of those and you will start out very much in Mayhem’s good graces.” “Say no more. It’s a done
deal!” He grabbed his phone and dialed Marcus’ cell. When
he picked up, Marcus chuckled as he wrote things down. He probably had never heard Darious sound so exhilarated. “Oh, I’m keeping up. Go on.” “Good! Then I want you to meet me here.” He rattled off her address from memory. “If I’m not there when you arrive, just wait and I’ll be there shortly. Got all of that?” “Got it. I will get right on it.” “Good man!” He then hung up and grinned at her. “I’ve got him on the job. He should be at your place before we get there. So, shall we get going?” He smiled at her and held out his hand for her to take. Smiling, she grabbed her purse, then took his hand, and hopped off the table. He pulled her close to him and kissed
her softly before starting towards the door with his suit jacket slung
over his shoulder but was stopped when she tugged on his hand. He looked
at her quizzically. He nodded and grabbed his money clip out of his front pocket and tossed two thousand dollars on the table, then grinned at her. “I had to leave them a good tip.” Then they walked out to her car hand in hand. |