FIVE SECTORS
A trilogy
An overview: The SRC
Monette does not know of her omnipotence - yet.
She does not know she has powers at all.
One day she is kidnapped and taken to the SRC, an academy in Hell where cambions and future servants of the Devil, Kragola, are trained on how to unlock their potential. The Devil eventually grants all students the full force of their powers, including Monette, whose powers are far more potent than the others. But his ego ignores the warnings from his servants.
The students are sent back up to the surface to fulfill their responsibilities as a servant to Hell. But after skillfully pretending for so long to be devoted to the Devil, Monette ignores the rules and missions given to her and goes on a personal, vindictive rampage with her new powers - everything from shape-shifting to keeping victims alive with their pain for as long as she chooses.
Those who have committed atrocities, and all the people who wronged her and her family while she was alive, are about to find out that a prison sentence - if they'd even gotten one - will have been the most luxurious of their punishments.
Kragola tries to stop her rampage, but finds that her powers are close to his own. For the first time in his life, he is about to feel fear. He knows who her last target is.
This series, originally starting with Where They Reside, has been in progress since 2020. It was started, and much of it was planned, while I was in residential treatment for OCD and anxiety.
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From the slow-burn gothic backstory of Monette in the psychological horror novella Three Goats, to her vindictive rampage in Where They Reside, to the forces of Hell trying to take earth in The Buildout, Five Sectors is a revenge story that spans three books and that has a protagonist-turned-antagonist that some readers just might root for.
BOOK INFO
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THREE
GOATS
A NOVELLA
A family trapped in their own house by the devil, Kragola.
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If you leave, you die.
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If help comes, they die. Then you die.
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He wants only one thing - the family's daughter, Monette Müller.
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WHERE THEY RESIDE
A NOVEL
Monette Müller.​
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Cambion. Succubus. Shape-shifter. Vindictive.
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Once unaware of her powers, now so powerful she fears not the Devil.
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THE
BUILDOUT
A NOVEL
Death counts in the millions.
An alliance between twenty-seven countries.
The only way to stop them is to bring the war to where they reside - Hell - and dismantle it one Sector at a time.
WHERE THEY RESIDE FILE ONE
CHAPTER SEVEN SCENE THREE​
CONTENT WARNING: GORE
"Do you have to out me?"
Princeton's old office chair squeals as he leans back. "Under the circumstances I am not obligated to break confidentiality, no."
Elliot adjusts his Kubota cap. "Oh - thank you kindly. It means a heck-a-lot. I already swore to God I would never - "
"But, I cannot promise karma won't catch up, you know. I'm not a superstitious man, but in this, I believe."
"Oh, I know, b'leeve me. Ain't a single night goes by I don't feel the guilt. Don't think I'll ever forgive myself, if I'm honest with you." Elliot removes his glasses and dabs his eyes with a tissue, stinging from the onset of tears.
"Me neither."
Elliot tenses. That was not Princeton's voice. He lowers the tissue and through the blurriness of his vision, there are two glowing lavender dots were Princeton's eyes once were and long dark hair where his short brown hair once was - and, he puts his glasses back on to find a woman where Princeton once was.
"Who are you?" he croaks, clinging on to hope it's another episode.
The woman jerks her leg under the desk. A gurney squeaks out, the upper-half of Princeton's body laying flat on the soggy, blood-soaked mattress. "Ellie, please help me!" the corpse wails as carmine tears drool down its cheeks. With a sound similar to noodles being stirred, its bowels unravel from its body like a hose reel, wrapping Elliot and fastening him to the chair. Elliot vomits onto his lap and struggles against the viscous ropes.
"Fucking hexe!"
"Say my name, darling." The woman's voice, while gentle, reverberates through the walls.
"Ain't got a single clue 'bout your goddamned name!"
"Say it."
As a wave of heat washes through his body, his muscles relax and he succumbs to sleepiness. I must do as told. I want to do as told. As the woman stands up, he remembers her face and everything he had done. "Monette."
Monette's mandible detaches from her skull and dangles by threads of stretched and torn flesh and muscle, forming a toothy open-mouth smile large enough to fit a small man. With each step of the looming woman, vibrations are sent throughout the room.
Elliot's poppy back on the farm used to tell him to reap what you sow - so, he holds his eyelids shut, accepting that, this time, he will not go without punishment.​​