Here’s a Teaser for the upcoming - 'Unholy Testament':
Eco, the son of a fallen angel and human mother, cursed in the womb.
Eco who has lived since time began enjoying his damnation wallowing in sin and corruption. Eco the demon spawn, who was seen in all his evil glory in The House on Blackstone Moor, is now featured in the sequel, Unholy Testament.
And what of this testament? It is a confession he has presented to one he loves; a woman who was savagely raped by him and witnessed the horrific destruction of her friends by him!
She and her step children find themselves on a transatlantic steamer, if the other passengers and crew seem odd all begins to fall into place when Eco reveals himself! He wants Rose to read his confession. He cannot forget what he did nor can he forgive himself. Never in the thousands of years that he’s lived has he ever loved a woman as he loves her.
“I saw them take you out of the house, Rose. I saw them lead you away on that the worst night of your life.”
The day Rose discovered her family was slaughtered by her mad incestuous father.
“I sinned against you gravely Rose—I think really because I was jealous and wanted you for myself. Your very touch can cast out evil from my heart…”
She is trapped there on the ship with the children, a virtual prisoner. And if Eco is in charge who are those strange people that surround her?
“This confession is a fair accounting of my past and of all my sins, a chronicle of each and every decadent and murderous act of evil I have committed.”
For the remainder of the voyage she will read this unholy testament, this accounting of Eco’s existence.
Follow Eco from the time of his birth to his mother’s savage murder by his father, to Satan, his father figure—experience through his eyes an Ancient Egyptian Vampire cult, read his accounting of the time of Jesus. Eco was there to see it all.
He chose Barbarras over Christ; he called out Caesar’s name at Pilate’s court. And because he did Father Satan is proud of his chosen.
“Go forth to Dacia and create vampires, Eco.”
Dacia, ancient Transylvania welcomes him and so Eco goes.
The Crusades, the Black Death, the greatest child murderer in history, Gilles de Rais, who rode with Joan of Arc he will dialogue with—from there he will meet and fall under the spell of the blood countess herself, Elizabeth Bathory, whose crimes both repel and fascinate him.
On to other times: Mathew Hopkins the Witch Finder General, Sir Francis Dashwood’s Hellfire Club where Satan is worshiped and will appear!
And what of Burke and Hare and his encounter with them?
And along the way, witness those vampires he creates by drawing them forth from hell, vampires for yet more covens!
And what of Rose and the children; what happens to them when there is nothing more to read and she must tell Eco how she feels?
What, too, of the terrible discoveries aboard the ship: the
unimaginable horror in the hold—and the horrifying truth about the other passengers?
Bear witness to it all, witness for yourself the savage depths Unholy Testament will take you to!
sequel/prequel - Unholy Testament by Carole Gill
'He was speaking and I was sitting there before him ready to listen! Did I see a look of triumph in his eyes, I wasn’t certain.
“Rose, are you ready to listen?”
I have in the past wondered if he was able to read my thoughts. Louis isn’t and has assured me it is not something demon spawn can do—but I have wondered if Eco wasn’t bestowed with this ability.
At last I nodded. “Yes, go on.”
I felt something shift then, perhaps something like a balance of power. All I had was my pride and my hatred of Eco. I found it reassuring. It was the only way I could be in close proximity to him. My hatred would be like my armor.
“Go on Eco. I will not say it again.”
He smiled sheepishly. “Yes, I shall. I am collecting my thoughts.”
Or thinking what to say and how to say it, I thought. I wondered if I’d hear any truth. If Satan was the great deceiver and Eco was his favorite—what was Eco then?
“Very well Eco I am waiting tell me something of your life first.”
“My mother was called Omet and she was beautiful, but she was not as beautiful as her sister, Britwa. But Britwa walked too close to the fire as a child.
I often wondered whether or not my mother pushed her sister into the fire. Omet must have grown bitter and ever more jealous until one day she just did it. She saw her chance of defeating her competition and when Britwa toddled near the fire she pushed her.
I think Britwa knew very well she was pushed and I also think she forgave her sister; such a pure heart had she. Yes, Britwa was imbued with goodness as Louis’ father was. And me, what hope did I have against that sort of parentage?
My father was not Rose anything like Louis,’ war in heaven or no war in Heaven! He was a lusty, sin-loving fornicator. Yes, my father loved sin and hated innocence. And as for Louis’ father—well you saw them both.
It is easy is it not to imagine my father leaving a small child near the bloodied and broken corpse of its mother, the mother he himself killed. Yes, I cannot forget that. I certainly cannot forgive that.”
“Did you cry for her, Eco?”
There was some defiance in my tone, but I didn’t care.
“Not really, I knew only hate from her: curses and bitterness at the fact that I had been born.”
He was staring at me again. He wanted so badly to see a reaction from me but I would not give him any. I just sat there staring at him, waiting for the next manipulation to take place.
I didn’t have to wait long.
“They were kind to me. But then came Britwa’s turn to die only she died at the hands of her tribe. But Tulle took his revenge; I have documented it as you will see.
After that it was just we three and still there was only kindness. Even Louis the solemn-faced little boy my own age was kind. I didn’t give him reason to be either.
I pushed him and pinched him when I could, when no one saw. But he never cried out. Instead he’d regard me with those sad and soulful eyes. I think he felt some compassion for me.
But that made me hate him even more! I hated that. I still do. I could never understand how he managed those soulful looks when we are both without souls, but perhaps that is not entirely true at least in Louis’ case.”
“Yes Rose, I know you are and I for my part I am as well. Louis and I are entirely different. Though our damnation binds us tightly…”
“I doubt that it binds you that tightly.”
He reached for the journal then. “Will you read it? Do you think?”
“Under threat or not?”
“Please it is all that I ask, that and nothing else at least for now.”
He handed me the testament; this tome of his mad existence this entreaty to me to forgive and to love him.
“I will go now so that you may begin. I shall come back to discuss it with you as you go along.”
I did not reply but only watched him leave. As for the testament it seemed to suddenly grow heavier in my hands.
(end of excerpt)
Keep a look-out for, Unholy Testament! It will be released later on this year!