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  Demon Runners of Unearth

  Azrael's Light

  Azrael longs for a vacation that’s over two hundred years late. Overworked and heartsick, he’s desperate for peace and solitude.

  Diane, a former goddess, wants nothing to do with the immortal world or its inhabitants. She’s living on Earth, posing as a bartender, and couldn’t be more content. That is, until a tall, dark, and dangerous Soul Runner storms in and turns her world upside down.

  Azrael’s confused by a beautiful little barmaid who appears to be human, but something’s not quite right. He doesn’t know which frustrates him more, the fact that he doesn’t know who or what she is, or that she’s pulling at his heartstrings with her stubborn chin and the sexiest set of eyes he’s ever seen.

  But it might not matter when they are called on to prevent the collapse of Unearth and find Lucifer’s lost daughter. Coming from opposite realms with opposing needs, will the two immortals find more than they bargained for?

  Genre: Contemporary, Fantasy

  Length: 44,418 words

  AZRAEL’S LIGHT

  Demon Runners of Unearth

  Amy J. Hawthorn

  EROTIC ROMANCE

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  AZRAEL’S LIGHT

  Copyright © 2013 by Amy J. Hawthorn

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  DEDICATION

  For my personal guardian angel. I’ll miss you until we meet again. No matter where you are, I’ll love you forever. I have no doubt you’re keeping everyone on their toes in the best part of Unearth. Fly high, my little Scott-tot.

  And Jilly and Inez? I’d be lost without you, your support, tolerance of my 3 a.m. texts, and sharp minds. Oh yeah, and those busy, bleeding fingers. Love you.

  AZRAEL’S LIGHT

  Demon Runners of Unearth

  AMY J. HAWTHORN

  Copyright © 2013

  Chapter 1

  The midday sun beat down in bright, piercing rays. Baking beneath his leathers in a lounge chair too small for his length, he absorbed each individual ray. The gods could stake him to the desert floor of Death Valley and as long as the sun continued to do its best work, he’d die a happy male.

  Calm, clear waters lapped at the boat’s hull and rocked him into a relaxation so deep he might never return to reality. Again, fine by him. This all-too-brief reprieve would be over in the blink of an eye, and he was determined to experience each second of solace.

  He’d more than earned it.

  Contrary to myth, Death did vacation, but it was a rare event. He was allotted one brief break every two hundred years, but this time around it came late. His vacation was eighty-three years and fifty-two days past due. The excruciating delay only made the reprieve that much more precious.

  Yet it wasn’t going to be enough to remove the dark stain from his soul. That was what happened when one spent every waking moment transporting the dead from Earth to their final place in Unearth.

  Unearth existed beyond the gate between the physical and metaphysical world. It consisted of Olympus, Heaven, Hell, Hades, Limbo, Valhalla, and every other metaphysical realm mortals had created with their dreams or imagination. All of the immortal realms were divided by invisible barriers.

  As a designated Runner, or glorified errand boy for the gods, he was one of the few who could travel from realm to realm without the use of gates. For a few Runners the assignment was an honor, but for most it came as punishment.

  Runners were assigned sparingly because the god governing them was required to give a small fraction of their own power to their chosen lackey. They used the system as a checks and balance system to limit the amount of servants a god could have. Types of Runners varied depending on the god who supervised them and the duties required of them.

  As the Fates’ only working Soul Runner, he was beyond overworked. Traveling the various realms as easily as if he walked through his own home, he spent countless hours collecting departed souls and delivering them.

  Once a soul reached its final home, there it stayed for eternity. Demon, god, or elder god, not even the most powerful immortals could retrieve it.

  He’d been doing so for three thousand years and had one thousand more left in his service. He reminded himself the bulk of his sentence had been completed.

  And maybe if he repeated that back to himself another fifty times, it might sink in. One could hope.

  Then again, maybe there was no hope for him. Guilt battled with exhaustion for the title of greatest soul oppressor. For the first time since he’d begun his service to the Fates he’d been gifted with help.

  All he’d had to do was train his apprentice, and he would have had a partner to share his burden.

  Somehow he’d fucked it all up. He�
��d left his apprentice behind in the depths of Abaddon’s abyss. Each time he closed his eyes, the terror replayed in a nonstop loop on the insides of his eyelids. As many times as he’d watched it, he had no clue where he’d screwed up.

  The only thing he did know was that something had gone very wrong, very quickly, and he’d give anything to be able to go back and start over.

  The anxious tap-tap-tap of a heeled boot on the deck broke into his thoughts. With his eyes closed tight, he held his breath and prayed the sound went away. Demon nails raked across iron bars had nothing on that tapping boot.

  The tapping grew in tempo and volume

  He was so screwed.

  He might as well kiss his vacation good-bye. Though he knew the effort was wasted, he wasn’t going down without a fight. He refused to give her the respect she demanded of everyone else.

  “Az? Azrael? Will you look at me? This is important.” That smooth, honeyed voice made his skin crawl.

  “Go away, Lilith.” He kept his eyelids closed. With each word that came out of her mouth, he saw drops of his vacation falling through his fingers like water.

  Though they’d known each other for millennia, he reminded himself she was the queen of duplicity. Her moods changed in the blink of an eye, and so did her favored “friends.” The fickle bitch had to be in some serious trouble if she’d come here seeking help.

  He cursed the stupid human who dreamt her into godhood millennia ago.

  “Azrael, I know you hate me, but I wouldn’t ask unless it was important.” Holding his tongue, Azrael reminded himself that it would do no good to call her on her own bullshit. Lilith was one of the most selfish beings he’d ever encountered. In his more than three thousand years of existence, that said a lot.

  “No. I don’t care what you want. It doesn’t matter. The answer is no.” He gave in and opened his eyes, then gave her the look that made grown demons shudder and flee.

  She stood there uncaring and continued tapping the toe of her boot. It was red today. Only Lilith could pull off such a look. A red dress that would make mortal men cry with want and red heeled boots that would make veteran runway models cringe in fear completed today’s look. Her skin was as pale as the moon she commanded, and her hair was spun platinum.

  Yet, he couldn’t see what his friend Luc saw in the coldhearted bitch.

  “Okay, I know you hate me. Everyone does. Forget me. Will you do it to help Luc?” That particular plea almost worked, except for the fact that Luc was capable of solving his own problems. He may not be a choir boy, but he was damn smart. And above all else, Luc hated to be indebted to anyone. In his world debt equaled weakness.

  “Lilith. I’m not helping you clean up your latest mess. Go away. Now.” He turned to stare at the vastness of the Caribbean. The tapping of her boot stopped, but he knew better than to think she’d gone away.

  “Please, I’m begging you.”

  In all of the long years he’d known her, not once had he heard her use the word please. Demand was her middle name, yet she hung her head. The tips of her knee-length hair nearly touched the deck of the boat.

  “Luc’s gone.”

  “So, what’s it to me? He’s a grown demon and perfectly capable of coming and going whenever he pleases.” If Lilith expected him to get involved in some petty lover’s spat she was even crazier than he’d originally thought. He didn’t do marriage counseling. He was the one and only Death. He was the fabled Grim Reaper, for crying out loud!

  “Luc’s gone through the gate to Earth, and he’s not in a good mood.”

  That simple, quietly spoken sentence knocked every molecule of air from his lungs. Icy chill-bumps assaulted him, followed by a scorching wave of panic. If he hadn’t been lounging on his back, in a chair, he would have fallen flat on his ass as sheer horror flooded him. She had to be wrong. There was no other way around it.

  “You’re telling me that Luc, or Lucifer, your mate, the devil himself, has left Hell, to run amok with the humans? Lilith, he can’t be on Earth. At all.”

  “I know, but I don’t think he’ll come home until he finds what he’s looking for.”

  “Lilith, what did you do?”

  “I lost his daughter.”

  He stood and gave Lilith a stare down she would never forget. “Fine. I’ll help, but you get the fuck out of my sight. Now.” Again she bowed her head to him and disappeared, leaving him alone. Not that it would do him any good.

  Damn, his shoulders were weary. Yes, he’d made a mistake long ago, but it had been a minor one and he’d paid his dues a hundred times over. Now Lilith lays this on him? Again, it was not his mistake. His daughter wasn’t missing. He didn’t even have a daughter. Hell was not his realm. Neither was Earth.

  At this point he didn’t have a home realm to call his own. What was the point? What was he going to do? Wave at the dust bunnies as he carried his neighbors’ souls to the nether realms?

  It didn’t matter. He could bitch and moan all he wanted, but it wouldn’t change a damn thing. Thanks to his huge following, Luc’s strength as a major demon rivaled many of the elder gods’.

  The elder gods were among the first gods unwittingly created by the humans in the early days of humanity. They monitored the power balance between the mortal realm of Earth and the immortal realm of Unearth. It was a tenuous thing on a good day.

  That balance relied on each god or elder god staying in their home realm, serving as its anchor. Without a power anchor, the realm would begin to fade. Immortals feared that if the power balance shifted it could cause a complete collapse, resulting in the death of Unearth and all immortals.

  This? This little oops of Lilith’s had enough potential to wipe out the existence of every immortal. With such a large power seat, Hell held one of the strongest concentrations of Dark Light. If Luc stayed away for an extended period of time, anything could happen. Attempts at overtaking the throne? Complete power disruption? Who knew what could happen?

  Humans and Earth? They weren’t safe either. Who knew what kind of havoc Luc would wreak if his daughter didn’t return?

  They were all fucked.

  With a heavy heart he kissed the sunshine and tranquil waters good-bye for what might be another two hundred plus years.

  Chapter 2

  The crowd let out a cheer as the band returned to the stage and a fierce guitar riff ripped through the air. Individuals melted and morphed into one large undulating beast. It was a sight that would make any bartender happy. Hot and sweaty clubbers meant thirsty customers, and she was always happy to provide them with their drink of choice.

  Her desire to be of some importance to someone was ever present. No, she didn’t want to be slave material, but she did feel a need to be a vital piece of something important. Diane knew that pouring alcohol down the throats of her bar patrons wasn’t the answer, but it kept her hands busy and she loved her customers. Each one lived in a world completely different from the person sitting right beside them. Anyone who passed through the door to Hellfire fell under her watch. Whether they knew or not, they were her family.

  At times she envied them for the mortal lives they led. She suspected that once again trouble brewed in Unearth, but there wasn’t a damn thing she could do about it. And she suspected that her niece was at the center of it, but one wouldn’t know it by talking to her.

  Alia had walked through the doors as if she owned the club, turned, and sat on the chrome stool with her back against the bar so she faced the door.

  “Now, you’re sure your mother knows you’re here?” Even through the music’s pounding and screaming at an obscene volume, her niece was capable of hearing every word she’d whispered. That didn’t necessarily mean she would be totally honest. Alia was hiding something, she was sure of it.

  Her head bobbed in time to the music as she watched the club’s barely dressed crowd. Something that looked suspiciously like heartache shimmered in her stunning violet eyes. The dull dampness contrasted with her usual upbeat energy.<
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  Diane didn’t like the desolation she saw there one bit.

  Diane’s sister, Lilith, was the mother in question and the goddess who’d been gifted with dominion over the moon’s dark side. As her twin, Diane controlled the lighter half of the moon. As children they had been inseparable. Yet somewhere along the way they had become as different as night and day. The only thing they had in common these days was their mutual love for Lilith and Lucifer’s daughter, Alia.

  “Mmhm.” Alia’s chin-length ebony hair danced in time to the movements of her head. Black as pitch and naturally streaked with lavender highlights, it nearly obscured her pixie-like face. The flashing strobe lights sparked off tiny piercings in her brow and lip.

  She’d always hated the title of Hell’s Youngest Immortal. Diane didn’t have the heart to tell her the piercings did absolutely nothing to disguise her jaw-dropping beauty. Where girls in the human Goth scene plastered on the palest makeup one could find, that gorgeous, luminous skin was one hundred percent natural for Alia. So were the purple eyes and the highlights in her hair. Those and the subtle lavender glow that shone from her eyes were symbols of exactly what she was.

  Having one parent that was pure demon and the other a powerful goddess was a rare and impressive pedigree. There were very few pureblooded demons left in Unearth. As such, they usually had strength and powers that outshone all others. Combine that with the gods’ blood and everyone had expected her to be one of the most powerful beings born in ages. Yet it seemed that Alia had very few powers of her own, and they were weak ones at that.