Apocalypse

I always thought I’d start the apocalypse. Instead I’ve been asked to help end it. How does one stop the end of the world, you might ask? You gotta knock up Lucifer’s vessel before he does. I know, I know. I was surprised too. But let me tell you, if ever there was an incubus made for the job, it’s me. With a name like Sin, you’d think this should have been the easiest task I’d ever been assigned. And you’d be correct. Except said vessel is a beautiful and dangerously powerful succubus in her own right. Oh, and she’s not interested.

I had one job: keep her safe. But instead of doing my duty, I’d nearly lost her more than once. In my defense, what does the Horseman War know about stopping the apocalypse? Nothing. My goal has always been to fight and raze my enemies to the ground. Merri wasn’t an enemy, though she felt like one. In a matter of weeks she’s found her way through each and every one of my defenses. In fact, she’s done that to us all.

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I did the unthinkable and rejected the only woman who ever really wanted me. What else was I supposed to do when she was asking for a future that could never exist? Horsemen didn’t have souls. And if a future did exist for our kind, it was bathed in blood and unholy fire. Hardly the stuff dreams were made of. Merri deserved more than nightmares. I thought I was saving her from such a fate, instead I’d unwittingly sent her flying into the arms of the one being I was supposed to protect her from. My wildflower was in Lucifer’s clutches, and we had no idea how to get her back.

People always say, better the devil you know…but that’s me. And, apparently I just so happen to be one of the good guys now. Or am I? It’s really quite the conundrum. The one man destined to take down heaven is…waffling. But wouldn’t you be if you were in my situation? I’m in love, and I don’t care who knows it. But that also means, I have to clean up the mess I made. If we’re splitting hairs, I didn’t make the mess, but at the end of the apocalypse, it is my antichrist I’d been trying for.