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  Demigod Down

  Kim Schubert

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  Other books by Kim Schubert:

  Dead Shifter Walking, The Succubus Executioner Book 1

  Dedication

  As in the first book and so in the second, none of this would be possible without with committed support of my husband, who, if possible, I love and adore even more.

  For Jace, the new love of my life.

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  Chapter 1

  Parents do everything within their power to protect their charges, but the truth is that even guardians fail. When they do, it is a failure that haunts for lifetimes - never relenting, easing up, or allowing peace. It is our burden and one that I carry always.

  That was my dismal thought, mixed in with memories of my own adopted sister, as I pulled up to the remote log cabin nestled in the secluded flatlands outside Vinita, Oklahoma. It was a bad idea bringing the survivors of the sex ring I had eliminated here. Only three had made it out, the rest had either been too far gone for me to save or had begged for death. I could never deny a soul the ability to leave the world on their own terms, rather than battle the pain and shame a situation this horrible had inflicted upon them. I ended seven lives upon their insistence and I suppose that makes me a terrible person. I know it had something to do with the fact I too had given serious consideration to ending my own life more than a few nights after I escaped.

  So bringing three terrified newly turned shifters who had been brutalized to the local alpha’s house unannounced was really going to be interesting, I thought, shutting the SUV off. Turning to the three huddled forms in the darkness, I tried my best to make my voice soft and gentle, even though they had witnessed me annihilate everything in that compound. I announced, “I am going to go knock on the door and ask for a place to stay tonight. These are good people. They will help.” I finished, trying to show confidence in that statement, but they collectively started to whine, untrusting of strangers. I don’t believe they even realized they were doing it. They had been pushed so far they were close to becoming purely beast, which in the shifter world meant certain death.

  Leaving my door open, I slowly approached the house, knocking on the door. “It’s Olivia, head executioner for the Council,” I announced on the pine porch.

  But everyone calls me Olie. I wasn’t a big fan of the female version Liv. The executioner job title - well, that’s self-explanatory. My occupation consists of killing rouge Supernaturals, vampires, shifters, and the more exotic sups such as myself.

  I, ladies and gentleman am a succubus. Feel free to make your own assumptions, everyone does.

  A short, spikey-haired kid glared at me, answering the door. “What?” he demanded.

  “Where is the alpha?” I growled in response.

  He snorted, stirring his bull nose ring while running his eyes over me and inhaling deeply. “We don’t want trouble,” he said, going to close the door.

  I stopped him, catching the highly polished wood door with a hand and meeting his snarl with my own. I know I looked like a disaster with dried blood staining my leather clothing and gluing stands of my already blood red hair together in sticky clumps. The bite I took on my neck was healing but still raw.

  Ignoring the bottom of the pack in front of me, I called out into the house, “Alpha,” I demanded, “I am an Executioner and I seek sanctuary for myself and three other shifters.”

  I heard the shifting of chairs followed by doors closing as the stomping of feet descending down the stairs, revealing several well-muscled, droll worthy men. Leading the pack was the Alpha of the US Logan. Shit.

  Spikey hair smiled. I must have said that out loud. Oops.

  “You are in for it now,” he said, folding his arms over his chest.

  I growled, leaning towards him. “Be very careful, your next words may be your last.”

  Stumbling back, he let the door bang open as I raised my eyes back to the caramel depths of Logan’s own. “Are you the speaking Alpha?” I asked. I really needed to get those girls out of my car.

  “That depends,” Logan said and stopped, his eyes raking over my appearance and quickly pulling in a deep breath. I could image the smells he was pulling off me - fear, death, sex, and sweat, just to name a few.

  “I have had a very long and awful night.” I said, my sea green eyes not leaving his own. “I need a safe place for the three females in the back of my SUV who are terrified and border line beast. Will you help me take care of your own?” I demanded, quickly losing my patience.

  One of the men came forward from behind Logan. He wasn’t an alpha. A beta maybe. “The alpha of this house is gone, but I’m his beta Dean and I grant you and yours sanctuary for as long as needed.”

  I nodded exhausted, “Where are your females?” I questioned looking around at the testosterone-filled room.

  Dean came down the last steps, “Away, why?” he asked his salt and pepper hair cut short.

  I shook my head, “I can’t have you all around them in the state they’re in.”

  A young cocky male moved forward ahead of Logan still stopped on the stairs, “Just to clarify, you want us to allow four unknown females into an absent alpha’s house while you ask where our females are?”

  I nodded, rubbing my temples when the piercing sound of a terrified scream raked through the air. “Olie!” I heard my name screamed over and over again as I ran back to the SUV. One of the girls had submitted to her beast, no longer able to fight the memories of her abused body.

  The other two spilled out of the SUV as the light from the open door cut a swatch in their dirty rags of clothing, I cleared the porch using energy reserves I didn’t have, tackling the female in mid shift, the skin of her face stretching as fur glistened down her arms in the moonlight The males followed close behind me and the females, whose names I couldn’t get from them, started screaming, “Don’t touch us! Don’t let him touch us, Olie! Please.” They begged me, in hoarse, choked sobs.

  Clenching my eyes closed, I broke the shifter’s neck, separating it from her abused body as she sunk her fangs into my forearm. The cracking sound fell on deaf ears as the girls looked for a way out, holding tightly to each other and begging for it to stop.

  I looked into Dean’s eyes as he backed away, his hands held up in horror as disbelief spread over his face. The other alphas that had followed me outside the house also backed away slowly. Their faces clearly revealed their shocked and angry emotional state.

  I absorbed the sickening fear the girls were pushing out. Nothing good could come of this, I thought.

  We were saved from further emotional heaviness by Logan whistling on the porch. The alphas left, sparing a few troubled glances at the dirty, malnourished and brutalized females begging on the ground.

  I closed my eyes, knowing I was vulnerable and hating myself for such weakness. I couldn’t help it. I was too tired. My body was beaten and I was fairly certain there was a bullet or two still lodged in my shoulder. My soul though had a host of memories I was having a hard time pushing away.

  I waited until their cries had dimmed
, until they had realized that no one here was going to hurt them. I wouldn’t reach them until they calmed down. That was a lesson learned from painful experience. The dark-haired older one looked to me.

  “No one is going to hurt you,” I reaffirmed. She nodded, nudging the blonde to look at me.

  I gave them a strained smile, reaching my hand out.

  …

  I was in the upstairs bathroom when I heard the meeting that I had interrupted, come to a close. I had left the girls in one of the finished basement rooms after getting them washed up and in clean clothes.

  The girls would not eat. I wasn’t surprised. I had left the door open to the bathroom to hear them if they cried out but I was far enough away I wouldn’t disturb them with their newfound hearing, as I tried to dig out the bullets. Pulling off my jacket, I gave it a sad look as I dropped it into the plastic garbage bag I had found in the kitchen. I wasn’t sure if even Jerry could resurrect it. Cutting through my blood-stained black tank top, I hissed as I pulled fabric out of my wounds sucking in a deep breath to focus on staying awake instead of passing out as my body wanted to.

  I never heard Logan arrive until he gently moved me to the toilet, sitting me down while his hands quickly examined the holes in my back. I hissed when he pressed against them, dropping my chin to my chest.

  “What the fuck did you get into tonight?” He asked softly using the tools I had set on the countertop to probe my shoulder.

  “You don’t want to know.” I managed to get out around, my clenched teeth .My breathing relaxing as he pulled a chunk of metal from my shoulder.

  Logan pushed back into me as I tried not to tense up. “What should I tell the counselor coming out tomorrow?”

  I felt the sob leave my body, covering my face with my hand I felt Logan pull out another chunk of metal as he closed the door isolating us.

  “Olie, I can feel you,” he said awkwardly.

  I choked back another sob nodding clamping down hard as I braided my emotions back into myself shoving up extra barriers against the emotional train wreck I currently was. Being a succubus and manipulating emotions was my greatest strength and occasionally a pain in the ass.

  Clearing my throat, I tried again, “I’m not sure exactly what it was, sex ring, or what, but they were brutalized to the point where the beast took over and used for fight to the death.”

  Logan dropped another piece of metal in the trash can and was silent for a long moment before he asked quietly, “Are there any others left?”

  I shook my head “None,” I answered, turning to look at his caramel eyes darkening as he cracked his neck, holding onto the forceps tightly.

  “Any more?” I asked softly. He shook his head. His light brown hair had grown since I had seen him last time, I noted.

  Gathering my items, I headed away from the overbearing shifter and back to the basement to shower and finally pass out.

  …

  I was awakened by the divine smell of breakfast, dressed in yoga pants and a tank top over my undergarments. I wrangled my hair into a pony tail after foolishly sleeping on it wet. Trudging up the stairs, I noticed the girls’ room was vacant. Perhaps the counselor had already arrived.

  Following my nose to the kitchen, I found Dean cooking breakfast. “Morning,” he greeted me.

  I grunted a reply, throwing myself in the nearest chair.

  Logan came in from outside. “You’ll have to forgive her. She’s not a morning person.”

  Dean cast a look at me nodding, “I can see that.”

  Logan moved aside my tank top straps stating, “These are still pretty raw Olivia.”

  “I’m aware.” I mumbled.

  “The first aid kit is in the hall bath,” Dean said, setting a plate in front of me.

  “Thanks,” I grumbled, annoyed as I dug into the warm biscuit.

  “She’ll probably need another plate,” Logan said, setting down the first aid kit next to me on the table. He was dressed in pajama pants with paw prints and a white t-shirt. I raised an eyebrow.

  He shrugged, “Can’t I have relaxed clothing as well?”

  I laughed, choking on my food before I asked, “No Lorraine?”

  He had the decency to look annoyed at his fiancé’s name. “No, not today.”

  Hissing, I ate another bite as he dabbed disinfectant on my wounds. “Baby,” he chided.

  Dean watched our interaction spooning more eggs and biscuits. “You two seem pretty chummy,” he commented.

  “Appearances are deceiving.” replied Logan.

  I couldn’t agree more.

  “The girls?” I asked as Logan sat next to me taking the sausage off my plate.

  “The counselor took them this morning. I have the number and address if you want to check in on them,” He said, his eyes surprisingly gentle.

  I nodded, devouring my plate.

  “Shit, I didn’t make enough,” said Dean turning around.

  I shrugged and replied, “Burned a lot of calories last night.”

  Logan snagged the bacon off the plate as well, while standing and stretching. The scent of the wild woods, pine trees, and that distinctive salty male scent washed over me as I glared up at him. He gently swatted the back of my head, “How long are you here?” He asked.

  I sighed, leaning carelessly against my newly-covered wounds causing me to flinch. Before I could answer, Dean spoke up. “The alpha here was hoping you could stay to tell him what happened. He isn’t very happy this happened in his territory with no knowledge. “

  I nodded. “When do you expect him back?”

  “Late tonight or early tomorrow.” He replied throwing the dish rag in the sink.

  I nodded. “In that case, wake me when lunch is served.” I took my biscuit that Logan was eyeballing and headed back to bed.

  “Where are you going?” Logan called.

  “Back to bed.” I answered, not raising my voice. “Since I can’t fuck myself healthy, I plan to sleep it off.”

  The stomping of feet down the stairs surprised me as the handsome alphas from last night stood between me and my bed. “What?” I asked, taking a large bite of biscuit.

  “You looking for volunteers?” asked the spikey kid from last night eagerly.

  “Are you serious, Paul?” Dean asked, before I could recover from my dumbfounded stare.

  “Olivia is taken,” Logan called from the kitchen.

  I watched their expressions fall, shaking my head and continuing on my way.

  Going back to sleep had its pros and cons. I spent a great deal of time starring up at the wood beam ceiling thinking about everything I had done and killed the night before. Long forgotten memories of my own childhood quickly resurfaced faster than I would like. I was loth to relieve those. Eventually however, even my troubled soul drifted off into sleep.

  Chapter 2

  I was sitting at the kitchen table downing some fantastic mac and cheese, courtesy of Dean, when a raven-haired man and a petite female walked in the back door.

  Dean turned to them from the kitchen and asked, “How did it go?”

  The petite, dark-haired women gave a sorrow-filled look to the man before shaking her head and walking away.

  “Damn,” Dean muttered as she went up the stairs. Remembering he had guests, Dean used a hand to point at me and introduced, “This is Olivia the Executioner.”

  I waved my fork with a small smile feeling awkward and out of place.

  “Jay,” the raven-haired man replied, casting a look to the stairs where his mate had run off, debating before coming to sit next to me.

  He had a Native American cast to his features complete with perfect olive skin. “I heard you had some trouble last night,” he stated, his black eyes appraising me with interest.

  For a moment, my despair and grief resurfaced. Renewing my guards to protect him from my volatile emotional state I nodded, leaning back in my chair careful to avoid the still healing wounds. “Someone was collecting shifters or humans and turning t
hem into shifters for sex and sport,” I replied, watching him closely.

  “Do you know who?” he asked, anger flaring his nostrils.

  Shaking my head, I leaned forward, “I killed everyone who was there, but I wouldn’t be surprised if this is only one of many.”

  “Leave the address before you go, I’ll send a team to investigate,” he said before standing up. “If you will excuse me.”

  I sat back after finishing my meal, feeling satisfied with a full belly.

  “You seen Logan?” I asked Dean, bringing my dish to the sink.

  “Lorraine is back. I believe they are spending some time together in the cabins out back,” he said, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

  I made a gagging noise, pretending to fall over.

  “Why?” Dean asked with a laugh.

  I shrugged, “Always good to keep an eye on the kitty.” I said and was taken off guard when Dean broke out into outrageous laughter. His face turned red and he sat at the table with me, laughing so hard that he had to wipe away tears from his eyes.

  I raised an eyebrow at his outburst. “Darling,” he said, leaning forward fighting another fit of laughter, “don’t ever let him ear you say that.”

  “I’ll keep it in reserve,” I said with a wary smile.

  Dean played a few card games with me, caught me up on the latest action movies, and sent me to bed on a full stomach with a changed shoulder bandage.

  It was a good end to a not so great last few days.

  …

  A loud noise woke me up. Startled, I jerked to clutch my gun hidden under the pillow, listening for another noise to determine exactly where the threat was coming from.

  I heard furniture crashing in the living room above followed by low growls. I cursed my inferior hearing, dashing up the basement stairs to the mess, formally known as the living room. The females had returned. Jay the alpha from last night was giving an order to the black wolf that had effectively destroyed the living room.