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About the Author
This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.
Please be aware that what may be written in this book may be triggering to a certain audience. Content contains death, violence, and abuse. Discretion is advised.
Copyright © 2023 by V. Brown
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To Mum, the first person to ever read Godless Creatures and not disown me for the absolute filth between these pages.
Content Warning
Hi Reader,
Godless Creatures is primarily a dark romance and as such includes some triggering content, including:
Graphic violence, including torture and murder
Graphic sexual content, including erotic electrostimulation
Sexual extortion (not by MCs)
Mentions and portrayal of mental health, asylum facilities and treatments
Please take care of yourself, your safety and wellbeing.
PrologueMICAH
For four years, we had trained for that moment. For four years, we had patiently waited.
A whispered rumour was all it took. Ludus Maximus began distributing drugs throughout the city—our city—encroaching on our destroyed domain and forgotten birthright.
One problem. We never forgot.
I’d do anything—we’d do anything—to gain the knowledge we desperately sought.
We would infiltrate each underground organisation, smoke out all the traitors who played a part in our family’s demise. Then burn it all to the fucking ground until all that remained were our enemy’s ashes, scattered amongst our lifeless friends.
Violence. Torment. Blood.
It was who we were, what we were born to be.
Our word was law. Our rule was paramount. Our name was King.
Chapter 1Micah
The decayed iron gates welcomed me into hell, luring me forth to dine with the clinically insane. Wailing blasts of wind threatened to uproot me from the circular driveway, my black heels tracing scattered raindrops to the entrance of Oakview Asylum.
Oakview Asylum was an intimidating compound, a sprawling concrete prison in the centre of Junction City; originally a historical estate, donated and converted into a high-security forensic facility. It now housed the craziest, most disturbed and psychotic patients in the country. People who committed crimes so heinous and unbelievable that once they entered, they never came out.
A chuckle escaped my lips at the audacity of the situation.
The things I’d done. The things I was yet to do. Based on all manner of criteria, I too should be imprisoned within those cold castle walls.
As if the depressing state of the crumbling foundation isn’t incentive enough to stay the fuck away.
An imposing tower stood guard on each corner, the bland, grey bricks leached of all colour and life. The fortifications twisted high in the sky, camouflaging amid the overcast clouds, a debilitating storm brewing within both.
I straightened my shoulders, smoothed a professional mask and stepped over the threshold of the entrance foyer. I was instantly assaulted by a threatening electrical current that zinged over my flesh in warning. The security suppressant barrier felt as if my soul was being torn from the very marrow of my bones.
It was inhumane, merciless, a physically painful experience. An aggressive failsafe to keep inmates confined and the city streets safe.
But who will keep them safe from me?
A bulky security guard with a buzz cut stood before the front desk, his uniform pressed and ironed into regimented alignment. Enormous arms crossed in front of his chest as lacklustre blue eyes roamed over my frame with disapproval.
