Virgil A. Moore
Allen Moore has been writing for seventeen years. He began as a poet and
eventually turned to long fiction. In his words "My pen wields visceral
morality as I write. I use my poetic knowledge to woo and satiate the minds of
the world." His books are written for their vivid imagery and well defined
storytelling. He blends old world refinement with a modern feel in a way that
gives strength to the core of his novels. With his books, you are left not just
with a sense of accomplishment, but a moral choice. The reader has choice over
how they feel through the story. The ordeals of the characters are transmuted
to the reader, lending a direct sensation of emotion that only the best novels
can evoke. When you read his words, you will be rewarded. As he says, "If
you enjoy vampires, you will be enthralled by mine."
Demon Vampire asks the question, if given the choice to
have power, grace, and immortality at the cost of your soul, what would you do?
What if the choice was easier than you think? Small incremental segments of you
childhood for a boost in strength? The ability to protect your loved ones for
the corners of your mind that you don't often use? Regeneration for the traits
that make you who you are? If faced with a grave decision of morality, what
would you choose?
His eyes closed. The red apparition somehow
soothed and calmed him. It was speaking directly now. It was murder. He could
hear it above the raging storm coursing through him. It forced upon him
glimpses of her dead body, a sight of torment.
“The vast ocean of power I can grant you. The encompassing absolution of
being I offer, to walk without equal as an abomination among monsters. To be
feared as no other.” The voice sighed inside him. It's breath warm on the back
of his thoughts. “Am I truly so disgusting? Is this not what you asked for? Do
I not tempt you? Offer you what you need? Do I not wet your tongue with my
swept him, his choices were not sovereign. His gut knotted in indecision. The
hot blanket of seduction that had cloaked him was convincing. It was generously
welcoming. He hesitated, not knowing the demon's destination or his own. He
could feel his soul slipping, a grip once tight, now failing him.
it happen, give yourself to me. All you ever have to do, is acknowledge me.
Your soul will satisfy my desires, my requirements.” The voice was commanding.
It spoke as a god dwelling in the recesses of his senses. It continued. “Rip,
tear, rend, and swallow the blood like milk.” The demon inside beckoned with a
was unsure, the deal was tempting, even acceptable in a sick flight of fancy.
The power was enthralling. His confliction was disturbing, he was not a
murderer. He knew as much, as he doubted his own integrity. It was tempting,
wet in his mouth, keen on his fingertips. Absolute strength on a level
unrivaled. The knowledge that no other being would ever be able to contest him.
It was a spectacular promise. It was seductive.
voice posed its question a final time. Its confidence was unrelenting. “Is my
simple price so steep, so dire, costly, that you would die a
fool's death to deny me the path fate has allowed me to etch in the stars?”
YOU FUCKING TOUCH HER!!!” Rebekkah screamed at Fear. She was crouched over
Love's eviscerated body. She had been flayed open. Her chest cut down to her
left hip. Her clothing was ripped open, she was dead. Her long blond hair was
stained in her own red blood. Besides holding Love's soaked hand, Rebekkah was
unscathed. She was fine, unhurt, unharmed.
don't need to argue with you.” Fear stood proud. He increased his fear aura,
forcing Rebekkah to stop talking. “I will do whatever I want with her. It was
her bargain, not mine.” Fear approached Love's rendered body. “Look, she's
already coming back.”
hand began to twitch, she gasped for a breath. Her open wound started to close,
sealing itself as her life returned.
is strong. That makes 7,289 kills. She is amazing, Rebekkah. You should be
thankful I made her.” Fear surveyed Love's beaten, bloodied chest. “It's been
many years since I've sired anyone. I'm surprised that I can make someone this
strong.” Fear smiled as she opened her eyes.
said nothing. She had become laconic. Her situation had become ambivalent. She
got up, Rebekkah helped her. Love's dress was completely destroyed. “He didn't
hurt you, did he?” Love asked Rebekkah as she limped to one side.
held Love tight, embracing her. “No. I'm fine.”
eyes welled up with silent tears. “Good.”
walked to the window. He peered down. The town was bustling with people. It was
dark out. This was his time to work. Fear smiled again. “I expect ten tonight.”
Originally I was supposed to do a review and my life went all bat shit crazy on me and I ran out of time. I have begun to read this book and I am already hooked. When I do complete it a review will follow here and I will add it to the books goodreads page.
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