UPDATED Excerpt from the Sequel to The House on Blackstone Moor

Those of you who have read The House on Blackstone Moor can expect some very powerful and exciting books to follow.

Books 2 and 3 in the Blackstone Vampire Series are, Unholy Testament: The Beginnings and Unholy Testament: Full Circle. 

Both books  feature the demon, Eco. They are an  an accounting of all of his numerous sins he has committed throughout the course of his immortal existence. Eco is, like Louis Darton, the son of a fallen angel and human woman. He is also a vampire.

The testament is a confession of an existence that allied itself to hell utterly and completely. There are sins admitted to that are so horrific, they should be approached with caution.

Yet, Eco is a highly intelligent demon which makes his accounting so very interesting.


This is the beginning of his testament:


I am the demon, Eco. I begin at the beginning that is my own beginning. There was hardly a time when the world did not know my name or the nature of my existence.

I have been feared, hated and condemned to hell. Yet what is hell to me but another place I call home?

Demon though I am, my roots are in heaven; my father’s former stamping ground for father was one of God’s own angels as Louis’ father was. Sad to say, they backed the losing side for they chose Lucifer. Yes he who is called Satan now was Lucifer before the fall.

You know where of I speak. That great fall from grace--the plunge away from the light of God and all that goes with it. Louis has told you already, of the battle in heaven and of the sides that were taken.

They were banished for it. No more were they to see heaven’s light nor be amongst their angelic brethren. No, they were to be punished severely.

“Go now, you pestilence, follow he whom you have chosen as master!”

And so they fell to earth and Lucifer fell with them. 

“I saw him fly past. I never took my eyes off of him!”
So was my father’s testimony to me.

But if his supporters found themselves on earth, Lucifer did not.
They watched horror-struck as a great chasm opened.

“See how he falls into it!” they cried.

Yes my father told me.

“We could see the flames and feel the heat. He looked up at us once before he vanished. His shout was like a thousand knives: “You will know me as Satan now! Satan forever condemned to exist apart from mankind!”

But he wasn’t apart. He would find he could come and go as he pleased. I think he always thought he’d gain back his place in heaven. My father thought it foolish and terribly naïve of him.
Tulle, Louis’ father cursed him and his own fate. And really, that is when the hatred began: deep, dark hatred born of resentment and fury.

Tulle wished nothing to do with Father. “I was a fool to listen to you!”

“You miserable hypocrite!” my father cried out. “You were willing, no one forced you! I certainly didn’t!”

Tulle nodded. “I cannot argue with that, Jaktyl that is true. I must accept my fate.”

Father admired him for that. I don’t know if he told him though.
“Come and we shall see this new world.”

And so they did. They travelled together in that new world, trying to be friends, but knowing in their hearts that they would always be enemies.

Loneliness was their first enemy and they began to bicker. You see in their fall from heaven they assumed earthly characteristics for now they found they desired women. It was a terrible craving father said. Even sanctimonious Tulle confessed he wished to have tender flesh to lie with and couple with.

Now, the folk that lived in this paradise of sorts were the Aratan people. Omta and Britwa were the beautiful daughters of the chief and his favorite wife.

Yes, Rose Louis and I are cousins for our mothers were sisters.
Omta, I can recall had hair the color of bronze and eyes like those of a cat: sea green and flecked with gold.

I think my father truly loved her, despite having killed her later. I don’t know why he killed her. I have assumed he caught her at something. What I couldn’t say with any certainty.

I wept not for her as I never knew kindness or love from her. Her touch was never gentle or loving—but harsh and cruel.

I think they were too volatile both my parents--and like anything unstable, they ignited and exploded. My father’s rage, forever stilling my mother’s heart.

As for Louis’ mother, she was so different from her sister. Britwa, Tulle told me, had been far more beautiful than her sister but Britwa strayed too near the fire as a child.

I always thought my mother pushed her. In fact, I am convinced of it. Whether or not she did, Britwa was never unkind to her. In fact she was loving to all who knew her for despite her savage scars and disfigurement; she was a kind, sweet-natured girl.

She cared for me after my mother was murdered—I loved her I think as much as Louis did.

I can recall her gentle eyes and loving touch. In truth, I believe she honestly tried to compensate for her sister’s lack of affection for me.

But then she was killed: murdered by her own people for coupling with a fallen angel, Louis’ father.

My own father had long since gone to serve Satan. You see, he never stopped. I resented Satan for a time because of it. But I resented my father even more for leaving me.

I don’t know what his reasoning was. I would eventually realize he knew Louis’ father would care for us both. I think that was one of his prime reasons for leaving. He knew Tulle would raise us both.
“We shall go from here, children for Britwa is no more…”

Tulle’s voice shook with emotion when he told us we were leaving.

Have I told you of the terrible revenge he took upon her killers, Rose?

Well he did. Yes, Tulle—Louis’ devoted father, a beacon of light in the dark netherworld of the fallen; the remorseful angel did commit such carnage as I have rarely seen in my entire existence.
Rest assured he did not wish me to see it then, nor Louis but we did.

“Wait here!”

Louis and I did not of course listen. Instead we followed him hiding behind the great rocks and bramble as we went along.
He of course flew, but we could not—not yet—we were only boys of eight you understand.

How the murderers cowered when they saw him. They pleaded, they feigned ignorance—some even pretended not to know of the murder. Still others fled but he destroyed them all, tearing them asunder.

I thought Louis wept for his mother, but he no longer did. It was for his father he wept which I didn’t understand.

He would explain it by saying his father had never killed before. He told me he was sorry to see him give into such a feral urge. Yes, even then Louis was distancing himself from the damned or trying to.

As for me, I was glad of the killings for I had liked Britwa and they had taken her away. I often wondered whether I would have turned out differently had she lived.

After the murders, Louis and I hurried back to our cave for we were terrified of being discovered.

Tulle didn’t return until daybreak. He looked so different, weary and much older.

As for Louis and myself we were demon spawn. And as such we would grow from infant to boy and from youth to man, but then it would stop. I wouldn’t know for some time why that was.

“You will no longer age when you reach manhood.” Tulle pronounced.

That was a mystery that we would discover had to do with the gift of the blood.

“You must drink it, for it shall be a part of your existence. It is something that will separate you from mortal man. It is part of your fate, part of what comes of the damnation…”

Tulle looked at each of us as to see if we understood.
Louis tried to push his away, but his father was insistent. “No it must be taken, in order for the rite to be fully performed.”

I think he meant our initiation for that is what it really symbolized, the blood of our sad covenant so to speak.

Our fathers sinned and so we would require blood to drink: an abomination to most living creatures.

Our need for blood is not as pronounced as the vampire’s need. I know you know this already Rose as you know about the special tea.

Now I am moved to confess something within this, the greater confession: do you hate me for setting the scene of your damnation? I knew full well that Louis would raise you up just as I knew you would not let the children perish. I understood love for I did love in my way. Yes, love was not alien to me. I had loved Louis’ mother and his father.

Tulle: now there was a great being. I did genuinely love him. In fact, I loved him so much I think I began to resent Louis for I wished to have Tulle for myself. I did not wish to share him with Louis!

I fear I have rambled a bit. I don’t wish to do that, for there is so much to tell. So now I shall go back to my accounting.
We were to leave this place, to call some other place home or at least to call it home for awhile.

We journeyed many days across the desert, but we didn’t travel during the heat of the day, we went at night. Tulle flying with each of us wrapped safely in his great gray wings. How magical it felt to soar over the land, to move under the star-lit sky—to survey the world like young eagles carried by a protective parent.

I think there is no moment in my entire existence that I can recall more joyfully than that time in his wings. But it was to change as well you know.

I do not recall it changing quickly or dramatically, it changed over time as if each year dulled that love I had for Tulle.

As for Louis, I can say I neither liked nor loved him. I suppose I considered him a competitor. It is easy to understand why that was so, despite Tulle being as fair with us both as he could be.

When we were sixteen or so, my father returned. Tulle was not pleased to see him. I am sure you can imagine there was no love lost between the two.

Tulle thought ill of my father for his ongoing support of Satan as well as other sins: the murder of my mother and his abandonment of me.
I have even thought perhaps they were brothers, but there is no such thing among the angels, for the angels were never human but were created from the light that is god.

As for god: as far as I can make it, he wished to have witnesses to the world’s creation, hence the creation of his angels. After all, what joy can there be when something stupendous is crafted and there is none to see it?

Yet, I will not discuss his motivations any further. I will just say he always had a flair for the dramatic. I think anyone will agree with me on that.

My own situation did change when Father returned. Tulle knew it would as did Louis and as did I.

“Satan let you go did he?” Tulle asked pointedly.

Father didn’t answer him at first for he was staring at me. I wanted him to see I was not going to run to him with open arms. It was important I felt that he see this.

When he saw I wasn’t about to greet him he turned back to Tulle.
“I have come to be with my son,” he said.

I nearly cringed when he said that because it was such a lie. Yes, foul creature that I am born of a wanton woman and a fallen angel, and damned before I drew breath, I can still say the falsehood hurt.
“Well you didn’t have to on my account.”

He let me sulk for a long time, and then when he felt my mood had changed he explained what wondrous things he had seen--how he had helped his master and how grateful Satan was because of it.
Sad to say, I let my defenses down; eventually half-believing he loved me. I was hurt when he said he was leaving again.

“I am sorry Eco, but you are a grown man now and can look after yourself.”

What he meant was I had already lain with numerous girls; I had cavorted many times with all sorts of different women from many different tribes. You see this area was growing more populated by the minute it seemed.

“Well go then.”
I said this spitefully, fearing his absence, for I knew, with the exception of some empty-headed but sexually satisfying creatures I should be alone. I had too much pride to try and plead with him especially with Louis around!

I remember thinking I would seek him out eventually, but I never did, for the master came himself.

He came one night when I lay curled up by the fire. I turned to see his towering figure. How grand he looked, how perfect in form.
Yes, I know you saw him at his worst. But he was handsome then, you see this was a new world and his slate was still fairly clean. I am if nothing honest enough to know that as truth.

“Are you lonely?” he asked.
That cut me to the quick. I collapsed in tears though I had no intention of doing so. He took me in his great arms: “There, there Eco. I want you to know I understand everything. I want you to think of me as your second father.”

That quite moved me. “Second father!” I cried. “Why you are not that, but more like a real father, like my real one should be but isn’t!”
Satan, for whatever you might think of him, actually looked moved by the whole thing. I think perhaps that was when I began to feel real emotion for him.

I would in time feel obligated to come to his defense.
He was God’s most adored angel at one time. “I had it all and I threw it away. Pride you understand. If nothing else, Eco—do not let pride destroy you.”

Was he sincere? In my heart I doubt it.
As for myself, I have been full of pride; full of myself one might say. So what does that go back to?  Well that is going to bear thinking about. How I shall proceed is the question.

The thing to do, I think, is I shall set myself some guidelines so as not to cause confusion or boredom. That would be the last thing I wish to do.

I will begin then here at this point in time, as a proud young man, hurt by my father’s absence, clinging ever more to Satan because of his attention and resentful of Louis and his close relationship with his father. 

Yes, I will begin there when Satan came to be more like my father than my father!

This was to be a time of education for if Tulle taught me things, Satan taught me far more. He taught me that pleasure was paramount to everything, that lust was just a need to satisfy. That abstinence was foolish and sin was only sinful if it was not enjoyed.

The time passed quickly then, this time I spent with Father Satan learning his lessons and applying them to myself.

In truth, I did confide to him that I missed my own father. He said he understood and I believed he did, but then it seemed, barely between one day and the next—he too would leave.
And so he did, and as I existed there on my own, I began to change—and as I did, the feelings of love I felt for Tulle began to fade from my mind as the creature Eco began to evolve, the being you know so well.

Now I shall begin my journey here, just you and I and my testament. 

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This is going to be released in November!
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