by Sean Michael
Epilogue
Giles stared at the readout, nodding happily. “See, Master? I told you. The more connections we make, the more energy. The output at the Belial household as quintupled.”
“Was it the major demon’s fall that caused it?” The voice was deep, sepulchral, and it never ceased to make shivers slide down his spine.
“Yes, Master, in part. Partially, it was the three-way connection that happened at the same time.”
“In the harem, yes? I thought I felt something tickling at my balls.”
“Yes, Master. They built up quite the rush of energy.”
“That will repeat whenever they come together. Just like it will every time the major demon submits to his Master. You have done very well, my pet. I believe a reward is in order.”
A shiver climbed up his spine, the sensation nearly a burn. “Thank you, Master.”
“Shut down the office and meet me in the bedroom. I believe we have some energy of our own to create.” His Master laughed, the sound like a caress to his entire body. “Hell has successfully gone green now, thanks to you.”
“Yes, Master. I knew it could be done, with your help and permission, of course.”
With the Lord of Hell’s assistance and a few strings pulled, anything was possible. Now they simply had to build the grid.
Sean Michael
Often referred to as “Space Cowboy” and “Gangsta of Love” while still striving for the moniker of “Maurice,” Sean Michael spends days surfing, smutting, organizing an immense gourd collection and fantasizing about one day retiring on a small, secluded island peopled entirely by horseshoe crabs.
While collecting vast amounts of vintage gay pulp novels and mood rings, Sean whiles away the hours between dropping the f-bomb and perusing the Kama Sutra by channelling the long-lost spirit of John Wayne and singing along with the soundtrack to “Chicago.”
A long-time writer of complicated haiku, currently Sean is attempting to learn the advanced arts of plate spinning and soap carving sex toys. Barring any of that? Sean’ll stick with writing stories, thanks, and rubbing pretty bodies together to see if they spark.
Sean at Changeling: changelingpress.com/sean-michael-a-146