FIVE SECTORS
A trilogy
An overview: The SRC
Monette does not know of her omnipotence - yet.
She doesn't know she was powers at all.
One day she is taken to the SRC, a school in Hell where cambions and future servants of the Devil are trained on how to unlock their potential. All the students are eventually granted the full force of their powers - including Monette, against the advice of the Devil's servants.
The Devil, Kragola, sends all students 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.
People who have commited 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 had even gotten one - will have been the most luxurious of their punishments. The only thing scarier than Hell is when Hell is brought to you.
And with Monette on the loose, Kragola is about to feel fear for the first time in his millenniums-long life.
This series has been in progress since 2020 and much of it was planned while in residential treatment for OCD and anxiety. 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
All book covers below use public domain assets and are concept designs created by me.
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
EIN ROMAN
Monette Müller.​
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Cambion. Sukkubus. Gestaltwandler. Rachsüchtig.
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Einst ein Mensch, jetzt das einzige Wesen, das der Teufel selbst fürchtet.
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DER
AUSBAUEN
EIN ROMAN
Der Tod geht in die Millionen.
Es bildete sich eine Koalition aus 27 Ländern.
Die einzige Möglichkeit, sie aufzuhalten, besteht darin, den Krieg dorthin zu bringen, wo sie leben – in die Hölle – und ihn Sektor für Sektor aufzulösen.
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.​​