The Black God (Prologue, page 1 of 10)


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Four years after "Xander's Chance"

The twenty-four-year-old Black God, Jonny Rodriguez, towered over the purple-eyed, supernatural Other sprawled at his feet. Charged energy rolled off him into the plains of South Dakota, and the cool spring night did nothing to soothe the fiery power in his blood.

"Last one," said the man beside him. The Grey God, Darian, waited for Jonny to give the signal. Only a couple of people alive could kill one of the creatures at his feet, though Jonny's godlike powers could definitely stop one in its tracks long enough for his temporary ally to crush it.

There was a time when Jonny would have reacted to the Grey God's pronouncement with triumph if not joy. But the grueling war with the Others - the enemies of humans, immortals and gods alike - had all but decimated his army of vampires. Of the ten thousand vamps serving him when he ascended to his position five years before, less than fifteen hundred remained. His all out war had cost him almost everything. He'd watched the creatures he was charged with defending die around him on a daily basis, and it numbed the part of him capable of feeling.

His objective to destroy those who hurt or killed what was his to protect replaced every other concern. Nothing else existed outside of ensuring the enemies of his vamps were wiped off the planet. Nothing else mattered except demolishing his own personal resentment and anger, and what was left of his humanity, for the greater good of the vamps.

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