Chapter Two
One of the other reasons he liked coming to Nocturne was that since the new owners took over three months ago, his ability to see life and death disappeared. Chase would find it odd and want to investigate if it didn't enjoy the reprieve from knowing when someone would die. Chase wondered if it had something to do with the odd-looking runes the new owners added to the establishment.
Besides that, he liked the 1920s ambiance, with a tiny touch of modernity, at the Nocturne. Some of the previous owner's antique furniture was replaced by standing and sitting, spanking, and bondage benches that were currently being used. Shibari ropes of all colors and sizes did not seem out of place or take away from the mood and were displayed on the walls.
Chapter One
Months After The Blizzard
"I'm the best they have. No one can sell as much as I can..."
Why the fuck did I do this to myself? Am I too desperate to find a lover?
Chase sat across from his date, trying to remember the guy's name. When they met at the cafe, the man seemed dominant and had the look he was looking for. Tall, muscular, and handsome, but who knew he was so damn talkative? He had ignored the glaring problem imprinted on the guy's forehead.
Prologue Part 3
Snow fell heavily, blanketing everything in Valleywood white. The orshaial city hadn't seen a storm this bad for over a century. It was so thick and blinding that the city government declared that all residents must remain indoors. The storm raged, and the skies grew darker, with thunder and lightning clashing as the heavens seemed to split, opening up the floodgates of gods knew what.
In a warm, comfortable penthouse overlooking Valleywood, a figure lay between naked bodies after a night of debauchery gasped, waking up. Looking around his bedroom, Loki rubbed his chest, groaning, feeling a burning that caused him to break out in sweat.
Prologue Part 1
502,024 AD
On board the Emberion, or the Flame, as it was affectionately called by its crew, a figure dressed in black from head to toe moved stealthily through the halls. His back pressed against the wall, feeling the ancient runes gliding over his clothed skin, praying to all the ancestors he didn't get caught before the job was done.
