God Forsaken by Kris Austen Radcliffe

Author:Kris Austen Radcliffe
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Six Talon Sign Fantasy & Futuristic Romance

Chapter 16

Brother’s oily low-demon magic coiled around my foot and…

I stood in an alley between slat-sided Japanese homes on lots that to my American eyes were nothing more than postage stamps, inside the sprawl of a city that dwarfed everything I knew in so, so many ways. Between two Honda-built automobiles I recognized but were still much, much different from the Fits and Acuras I knew at home.

Seven-foot, three-hundred pound me was nothing but a semi-living insect in the land of dragons and gods.

Wrenn looked between the dragons and me. “Frank?”

But this land should be a land of its own gods. “Vampires do not belong in Japan,” I muttered. Brother was like that one-tenth of one percent of metastasized cancer cells that got by chemo.

Ivan’s ghost had cleaned Brother’s magic off my soul, but must not have gotten it all, because that touch from the oily magic in the puddle was enough for that one-tenth of one percent of remaining corruption to activate.

And I felt him, his presence. His draw. His violent twisted love and his omnipresent touch.

“Brother,” I breathed, as if I yearned for him and not Ellie.

Wrenn touched my arm. “Something’s happening, isn’t it?”

He was family. Our family. My family. Brother understood us. He was us. And we were him. We shouldn’t hide from family, no matter our sins.

No one else was us. Not these Japanese magicals. Not these Japanese mundanes. They could only aspire to be us, but only we stood against all tides with the steadfast strength built into us by Victor Frankenstein.

These thoughts fell over my mind like a comforting blanket. They pressed down all the moment-to-moment framing I do: Is that person afraid of me? What are the norms here? Will this moment cause distress? Can I help?

Am I worthy of being here?

None of it mattered anymore, because I had the certainty of Brother’s love. No one else mattered. Not Wrenn. Not Ellie. Not the elves or the kami or the fae. No magic but his gave me solace. Thinking of other magicks would only damage my relationship with the god-love that was my Victor-stitched family. Doing anything that did not feed that god-love would only cause me to be rejected. Again.

There were others who felt his love. Yōkai, whose gnawing cavernous needs sent them screaming through the night, now had Brother to apply salve to their pain.

Wrenn looked at my shoulders. “Something’s wrong with your mate magic.”

“I feel the best I have in centuries,” I said. All my anger had purpose now. No more bending to the will of those lesser than me. The world was here for my taking and I now understood why.

I wasn’t ugly. Mundanes only feared me because I was exactly what Victor built me to be—their master.

Wrenn reached out as if to touch my mate magic. “It looks slimy.”

I grabbed her wrist. How dare this woman touch me?

Yet father had built her as proof of my ascendance.

She punched me in nose with her other fist and kneed me

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