Guest post Interview
by
Mahalia Levey
I have Orobus my hero in Demonic Persuasion here for a interview.
Let’s get started!
So Orobus what makes you special?
“I’m a high level prince of Hell. Ya know the Devil’s right hand man.
What differentiates you from your kind?
My Kind? I forget you earthlings label everything. There are different species of demons, I am at the top of the food chain. I command legions when I’m not—doing other things. A dark grin spreads across his face.
Do you have special abilities?
“Questions like that will make a sexy lady end up in my bed. Oh, Demonic abilities?” He shrugs. “I’m a Seer of most things. It’s a right pain in the ass, when they hit.”
Tell us about your most current adventure.
A feral expression passes over his face and he strums his fingers over his goatee. “Hmm, retrieving my mate was quite an adventure. Hard headed chit that she is took some persuasion to bend her will to mine.” His eyes glaze over in the sheer white haze.
Are you happy with the way people perceive you?
“I could give a fuck about how people perceive me. I’m a demon not a pansy shifter or human. Yeah, you got it, I’m also an asshole but Hell ain’t bubble gum and icecream. Down there— most are out for themselves. Survival of the fittest. Follow Azazel’s fuck’d ruled and all is smooth as the fire that licks my dark soul.”
Tell us a little bit about your world.
“There are different levels of Hell. Just ask Fatal about her trip to the Badlands. Other than that it’s got it’s areas like Earth. Neighborhoods safe— enough, and others you’d be a damn fool to go in unarmed. The Princes like myself and my mates father live in residences on the highest level. Though pissing off my Liege wouldn’t be wise, he’s a right fuck’n sadist, that bastard.”
What kind of music do you listen to?
Anything dark and dangerous, the kind that keeps adrenalin up and hearts pounding.
Is expressing love difficult for you? Why?
Snorts. Love? Do you believe demons can love?” A slow smile appears over his face, crossing his arms he leans back in his chair and then sits forward leaning his forearms on his thighs looking directly at the reader. “Read the book and find out for yourself.” He flashes a bit of fang.
Share a little bit of the ‘real’ you with our readers. Any Dark secrets?
“The real me? Baby I don’t do pretenses as for secrets in my world secrets get you reborn in purgatory and demoted.”
What is your most favorite thing to do?
“Manage my club here on Earth or is it making love to my mate? He ponders. Hell a smart man would say the second but I’ll pick—fucking my mate on my desk at my club.”
Describe your abilities and how exactly did you get them?
“I was born with my gift. I see flashes of images.”
Is your gift always right?
“Nothing is ever concrete.”
Does your gift get you in trouble?
“No.”
Do you sing in the shower?
“Do you? I find other fun things to do in the shower, singin ain’t one of them.”
Have you ever lost control? And what was the outcome?
“Yes, and luv, no one wants to see that, least no one wanting to live.”
How many sex partners have you had? How many at one time?
“Hmmm. Enough. That kinda question will have a Chinese throwing star aimed at my balls. I’d like to keep those.”
Do you think you are a superior being?
“Fuck yeah, we did this question earlier.”
What are your opinions Dantalain your mate’s father?
“He’s in a right mess of things. He hurts my mate again and I’ll disembowel him.
That’s kind of harsh. He is your mate’s father.
Demons by nature aren’t kind. He knows the deal.
How old are you?
Old enough.
Well Orobus thank you for your time. Are there any last words you’d like to share?
“Demonic Persuasion is available at Amazon and other retailers. Come visit my world if you dare.” He grins and knocks his ornate staff against the floor disappearing in a plume of ash.
DEMONIC PERSUASION
Prophesies Implied, #1
Print Length: 253 pages
Publisher: Mahalia Levey
Publication Date: March 22, 2014
ASIN: B00J6S995O
Born of a Navajo healer and a high-level prince of Hell,
Fatal is forced to return to her mother’s tribe to study their healing arts,
away from demon hands. But, with her tutelage comes cruel segregation and
disrespect. When her life suddenly comes under demon attack, she’s cast away from
the only home she knows. Exiled, Fatal sets out armed with her knowledge and
fighting skills to annihilate any threat against her.
Available at: Amazon B&N ARe
Excerpt:
With a sense of ease, Fatal ambled down the darkened streets, gaining blatant glances as well as a few admiring stares.
“Hey sexy.” An unkempt male with brown crooked teeth and greasy hair grabbed his crotch and wiggled his tongue at her as she passed.
A shudder went through her as she steered clear of him. Once she’d hit puberty, the males she grew up with treated her different. In privacy, they’d single her out, pretending to want a friendship, only to say they fucked the freak, as if she couldn’t hear their hurtful words. The females her age acted far crueler than their counterparts. Bad omens had few friends, no dates or boyfriends. People in her hometown hadn’t hesitated to ask her for advice or to chant with them when it suited their needs. She lived in solitude, with the exception of occasional visits from her grandfather, Sani, and Taima, her mentor. Pushing her musings aside, she moved through an alleyway that broke off to the next major street.
The darkness encroached without as much as a whisper of sound. No telltale wind blowing discarded trash along the road, horns honking, or the zoom of cars passing by. Silence surrounded her, unsettling in such a night-busy town. She turned to head south when the flash of bright red color caught her eye. Intrigued, she meandered down a side street, arriving at a demonic-looking, gargoyle-protected granite structure. An eerie crimson-red sign hung above thick vault doors with the words “Demonic Persuasion” in black paint. She’d heard of the club. It catered to just about anyone’s needs.
Fatal stepped into the female line. An eon later, she reached the entrance of the club, flashing a smile at the doorman. When he didn’t move or speak, she shifted on her heels and pursed her lips.
“The fee’s ten bucks.”
Fatal dug in her boot, her gaze straying to the bunched biceps peaking out of his black T-shirt then roving over his cut physique. Her mouth watered, and her girly parts tingled. She played off his affect on her. Slapping the cash into his hand, she smiled. “Happy now?”
“I’ll be when you check your weapons, if it's even possible for you to have anything hidden underneath that getup.” His gaze swept over her black corset and micro-miniskirt, lingering a little too long on where she'd cinched up her cleavage.
“Oh, you’d be surprised what one can hide against near-naked skin. My name’s Ackchetta, most call me Fatal.” Smirking, she hiked up her skirt. Buried between her thighs were two small blades. Thin metal stars she'd concealed on her hipbones slid into her palms without effort. Annoyed, she dropped them in his outstretched hand. “There you go. I want them returned, though.”
“The one behind your back, too, sweet stuff.”
What, did he have X-ray vision? His droll expression did nothing to alleviate the naked discomfort without her weaponry. “Aren't you going to be polite and tell me your name?”
“No.”
When he spun her around and tapped the slender weapon, her hackles rose.
“No one said you could touch.” Letting out a growl, she removed the extra-slim blade hidden under her corset top.
“My club, my rules. No fighting, no weapons, and no magic—if you know any.”
“I think I can behave myself for a few hours.”
He sent a dazzling smile her way then turned to a young woman. Dropping her weapons into an outstretched hand, he whispered into the sleek brunette woman’s ear.
Fatal narrowed her eyes. “It’s rude to whisper.”
“Follow Marzena. She’ll take you to the weaponry hold and issue you a ticket.”
“I still didn’t catch your name.”
“I know.”
Rude and hot. About to turn away, her breath hitched when the shimmering tattoos sprang to life on his skin. From head-to-toe, he stole her breath. Long black hair touched his shoulders. When he smiled, his blue eyes sparkled. Thick muscles bunched with every movement. Long legs and muscular thighs encased in black trousers brought a silent moan of want to her lips. She’d never ached like this. She stole a look at his goatee, wondering how it’d feel scraping across her face, his breath on her mouth before he kissed her with the same intensity he stared at her with. She’d sell her soul to have those lips on hers, to touch his once-broken, too-many-times-healed, nose.
While they were walking, Fatal glanced over her shoulder to continue drinking in the handsome man.
Marzena stopped at the station for weapons, secured them, and wrote out a ticket.
“Here.” She handed the paper to Fatal. “When you’re done eye-fucking my boss, I’ll show you around the club.”
Excerpt:
With a sense of ease, Fatal ambled down the darkened streets, gaining blatant glances as well as a few admiring stares.
“Hey sexy.” An unkempt male with brown crooked teeth and greasy hair grabbed his crotch and wiggled his tongue at her as she passed.
A shudder went through her as she steered clear of him. Once she’d hit puberty, the males she grew up with treated her different. In privacy, they’d single her out, pretending to want a friendship, only to say they fucked the freak, as if she couldn’t hear their hurtful words. The females her age acted far crueler than their counterparts. Bad omens had few friends, no dates or boyfriends. People in her hometown hadn’t hesitated to ask her for advice or to chant with them when it suited their needs. She lived in solitude, with the exception of occasional visits from her grandfather, Sani, and Taima, her mentor. Pushing her musings aside, she moved through an alleyway that broke off to the next major street.
The darkness encroached without as much as a whisper of sound. No telltale wind blowing discarded trash along the road, horns honking, or the zoom of cars passing by. Silence surrounded her, unsettling in such a night-busy town. She turned to head south when the flash of bright red color caught her eye. Intrigued, she meandered down a side street, arriving at a demonic-looking, gargoyle-protected granite structure. An eerie crimson-red sign hung above thick vault doors with the words “Demonic Persuasion” in black paint. She’d heard of the club. It catered to just about anyone’s needs.
Fatal stepped into the female line. An eon later, she reached the entrance of the club, flashing a smile at the doorman. When he didn’t move or speak, she shifted on her heels and pursed her lips.
“The fee’s ten bucks.”
Fatal dug in her boot, her gaze straying to the bunched biceps peaking out of his black T-shirt then roving over his cut physique. Her mouth watered, and her girly parts tingled. She played off his affect on her. Slapping the cash into his hand, she smiled. “Happy now?”
“I’ll be when you check your weapons, if it's even possible for you to have anything hidden underneath that getup.” His gaze swept over her black corset and micro-miniskirt, lingering a little too long on where she'd cinched up her cleavage.
“Oh, you’d be surprised what one can hide against near-naked skin. My name’s Ackchetta, most call me Fatal.” Smirking, she hiked up her skirt. Buried between her thighs were two small blades. Thin metal stars she'd concealed on her hipbones slid into her palms without effort. Annoyed, she dropped them in his outstretched hand. “There you go. I want them returned, though.”
“The one behind your back, too, sweet stuff.”
What, did he have X-ray vision? His droll expression did nothing to alleviate the naked discomfort without her weaponry. “Aren't you going to be polite and tell me your name?”
“No.”
When he spun her around and tapped the slender weapon, her hackles rose.
“No one said you could touch.” Letting out a growl, she removed the extra-slim blade hidden under her corset top.
“My club, my rules. No fighting, no weapons, and no magic—if you know any.”
“I think I can behave myself for a few hours.”
He sent a dazzling smile her way then turned to a young woman. Dropping her weapons into an outstretched hand, he whispered into the sleek brunette woman’s ear.
Fatal narrowed her eyes. “It’s rude to whisper.”
“Follow Marzena. She’ll take you to the weaponry hold and issue you a ticket.”
“I still didn’t catch your name.”
“I know.”
Rude and hot. About to turn away, her breath hitched when the shimmering tattoos sprang to life on his skin. From head-to-toe, he stole her breath. Long black hair touched his shoulders. When he smiled, his blue eyes sparkled. Thick muscles bunched with every movement. Long legs and muscular thighs encased in black trousers brought a silent moan of want to her lips. She’d never ached like this. She stole a look at his goatee, wondering how it’d feel scraping across her face, his breath on her mouth before he kissed her with the same intensity he stared at her with. She’d sell her soul to have those lips on hers, to touch his once-broken, too-many-times-healed, nose.
While they were walking, Fatal glanced over her shoulder to continue drinking in the handsome man.
Marzena stopped at the station for weapons, secured them, and wrote out a ticket.
“Here.” She handed the paper to Fatal. “When you’re done eye-fucking my boss, I’ll show you around the club.”
About the Author:
Being smart and sassy with a great sense of humor comes easily for Mahalia Levey. An avid reader of books, she found herself enchanted with disappearing completely into the worlds authors created. One day she vowed to herself she’d
Being smart and sassy with a great sense of humor comes easily for Mahalia Levey. An avid reader of books, she found herself enchanted with disappearing completely into the worlds authors created. One day she vowed to herself she’d
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I just love the interviews. thanks for the contest.
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