Halfway Inhuman -- Prologue

Shit. Damn. Fuck. Hell.

So, let’s do a quick recap, because I’m losing my shit.

Demons, vampires, werewolves and humans are locked in battle in the middle of the Daytona Beach execution square.

One of the demons told me how he really feels right after I ripped out a werewolf’s still-beating heart.

Sa-fucking-squatch proposed just five minutes later. Bigfoot. Wants to put a ring on it. In the middle of a battle. I’m standing on dead people, and he asked me to marry him.

My mom and grandpa may, or may not, still be alive. Vampires and werewolves are holding them hostage in exchange for my ovaries.

I think my dad disowned me.  

The Inquisitioners made me rip out my eye.

The battle postponed my trial by Special Magistrate and because of said trial, every holy man, shaman, and Wiccan priestess is fortuitously here battling monsters. When this is over, they can finally get down to the business of my death.

I was an administrator in an insurance firm. A human administrator. Seven days ago – that is one week last time I checked.

 One week ago I was a glorified secretary who outed monsters, lived alone, and depended on smutty books and battery-operated assistance for company.

This?

This is a fucking nightmare.

“My Natalie,” Lilitu crooned.

Pause.

Lilitu.

The Devil, capital D. The demon queen. Lucifer in drag. Adam’s first wife. Whatever you want to fucking call her. Lili-fucking-tu.

“This is not a nightmare, my daughter,” she said, her pale black skin glowing. “Demons do not have nightmares, child. Demons do not dream at all.”

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