Heart of a Soldier

It takes a real man to love a woman entirely. A real man is unafraid of loving a woman’s soul. He is able to see into the depths of her heart and embark on the journey that leads directly to that sacred diamond heavily guarded by her spirit. Most men run, fearing the worst and it is when a woman shows you her worse when a man is granted entry into the domain that she protects the most: her heart. Most men are distracted by outward appearances; sometimes she does it intentionally, and sometimes, she does it because she is unaware that there is so much more to her than her looks, or what she can do in the bedroom. Soldiers are warriors. They tread where others fear to go; they push through any obstacle and fight until they draw their last breath…

I need a soldier…

The love of a woman carries the intensity of the relentless and all consuming heat of the sun. It will burn at first contact, but the nurturing warmth that it offers provides so much more than what is appreciated: it heals, it warms, it nurtures, and most importantly, it chases away the darkness. A man left alone in the dark, just like a plant will never grow to his fullest potential. He will never know the beauty of the day, until he meets the sun. A soldier confronts his darkness, and seeks refuge in the light.

I want a soldier….

Real men love without fear…they love without hesitation…without demand…they love…

If you love her, love her with the heart of a soldier.

Halfway Point

The time is drawing close for me to wrap up Blind Salvation and begin the query process all over again. Fortunately this time I feel much more prepared on the “How to” process, what I should look for and how to implement my strategy in seeking representation. This time, I am not worried. I feel as if they like it, then they  like it. But if they don’t then I have options. I believe that 2015 will be a good year not just for myself but for any author who has suffered a series of rejections, lack of support from family and friends and just the feelings of defeat that come with being a creative individual with a vision no one understands.

I am at the halfway point in my journey as an author. Now, I just have to make my way to the finish line.

Justice for Mike Brown…Or Just-Us for Mike Brown?

I decided to take a moment from working on my next novel to reflect on the Mike Brown decision. I am sure everyone in the United States has an opinion and are currently updating their Twitter and Facebook feeds with memes, rants, and well thought out ideas on the plight of the U.S. Justice system. As black people all across America struggle to wrap their minds around another defeat in the criminal justice system-the same system that is based off a set of laws or creeds that the U.S. forefathers sought to promote justice and equality for all while at the same time promoting slavery, I have to say my piece.

I will not go on a long tirade about the unfair plight that has plagued African Americans since our ancestors first touched the shores of the New World. No. America is capable of change-I have faith in that. What I will say in light of the Mike Brown case is that I do agree that African Americans (especially black men) possess an unfair advantage when it comes to justice in America. Most of us are born into impoverished communities that are burdened with drugs, violence, single parent households, piss poor school systems, and the like… Say what you want but that is the stone cold truth. Most African Americans in this country have felt the shackles of struggle: having to make a meal out of the meager options in the fridge; scrapping up change to buy diapers for an infant that the father refuses to support; having no clue how the light bill is going to get paid or having to simply rely on K-Mart’s layaway program just to make sure your kid has a decent Christmas.

And then, there is that image that American society holds over the heads of blacks; the same image that they use in the court system to determine the fate of a suspected drug dealer or prostitute or gang member…that hostile, violent image of a tall, dark skinned male with an unquenchable desire for evil or that hyper sexual black woman with the large assets and the bad attitude…Yes, you know what I am talking about. Those people. Those are the people that you fear. That you hate. But, you love to hear glamourized in rap songs and music videos and then ultimately defeated in the courtroom. Unfortunately, those are the same people that we (black folk) love to perpetrate; and because we have become that image that is used in the courtroom, that is the image that we are going to have to change.

We have to take responsibility for our own actions. For every action there is a reaction. We cannot always blame “The White Man” for issues that we help create. Instead of destroying our own communities we need to come together and use our own resources to rebuild them. We need to hold more discussions; and petition our government if we want to be heard. We cannot wait for one person or a single group of people to effect change: we as individuals have the power to do it. The power is no longer in the hands of the slave master but in the palms of the descendants of slaves; and we are still confined to the walls of a social slavery due to the constant and continuous division amongst ourselves. So, was justice served for Mike Brown? Yes. Because it is only Just-Us who has been for Mike Brown; it is Just-Us who victimize each other and whose mothers weep for sons who were Mike Brown. We have got to do better people. We have go to do better.

One Last Excerpt of “The Family Curse” Until the End of NaNoWriMo

One Last Excerpt of “The Family Curse”  Until the End of NaNoWriMo

Chapter 8

I really wish my mother would hurry up and come home…as a matter of fact, I have a big beautiful house in Malibu that I could go and relax in and here I am stuck in the house with a half vampire, a ghost, and a sibling who is in love with a fairy. How magical. I am feeling incredibly drained emotionally, and my aunts are doing their best to pretend that none of this has happened. Anya had went in her room I suppose to call Lucian; Aunt Brielle was in my mother’s room supposedly looking for something of great importance and Aunt Luna was pretending that she was interested in CNN’s current newsbreak. It had been almost two hours and I had not heard from Nino, but knowing him he would call me as soon as he handled whatever business he needed to handle and we would be back home making love until the sun came up and all would be right in the world. To be honest, Minerva was the least of my concerns at this point. I reached for my phone which I had placed on the brown coffee table that was heavily stacked with magazines when Aunt Luna glanced at me sympathetically. I really wanted to glower at her to let her know that I am still pissed off at her and everyone else, but then…I cannot be mad too angry with her. I sigh and shake my head. “I am sorry Aunt Luna,” I finally say, suddenly feeling exhausted. “Don’t be,” she said as she scooted closer to face me. “I would have been angry too. Hell, I was mad when I found out that Minerva had been blocking you and Anya’s memories. Your mother is hopelessly forgiving when it comes to Minerva…hell when it comes to anyone she loves. She asked Minerva to do it instead of going to Artemis like she should have because she was scared that you and Anya would suffer the consequences of her…mistake.” “Mistake?”  I asked slightly indignant. “Not a mistake in the sense that you and Anya should have never been born; a mistake in the fact that she married a human and conceived children by this human. Your mother is goddamn goddess! There is a heavenly order that immortals are not supposed to intermingle with humans. Period. Your mother violated that order and for that your father paid the price. She was scared that you and Anya would be next, but Artemis was merciful and the only thing she did was strip your mother of her title. Your mother is no longer the Goddess of the Moonlight but she still maintains all rights and privileges of the position.” I held my Aunt’s thoughtful gaze and realized that I owed my mother a serious apology. I owed everyone in here a serious apology. But, there was one thing I needed to know. “How did you become a half vampire?” Aunt Luna looked away and her shoulders slumped as if in defeat before returning her gaze to me. “Minerva was jealous because I had found favor with the god Helios who granted me the opportunity to become an immortal. I had returned an item that had was stolen from one of his temples that was of great value to him and in return he gave me immortality. He did not make me a god like Selene but he felt it unfair that two of my sisters could live on forever and I could not. He said when the last one dies then I will with her and he graced me with immortality. Minerva was already disgruntled about being jilted twice and when she found out that I too had received the gift, she cursed me to live the life that she felt I actually deserved: vampire. But, Helios corrected that somewhat. Gods do not have much power to reverse curses, they can only undo some damage. Being that he is the god of the sun, he made it so that I could still walk in the day and that I would not be subject to the aversion of silver, and a stake through the heart could not harm me…but he could not undo the bloodlust. He did however, say that Minerva would never see forever; that the very thing she tried to corrupt me with would be her undoing.” ‘A vampire would kill her?” And I know exactly who that vampire might be. Nino.  “Yup. That is why she hopes to drain you and Anya of your powers so that she may be invincible.” “Have you seen Helios since then?” I inquire. I need to talk to Nino. “Well, he visits from time to time. He and Aphrodite have their own modeling agency which has been quite the success. He has even invited me to come visit them in the south of France during the summer. I think I might take them up on their offer. “Aunt Luna,” I say, still debating on whether or not I should reveal to her what I feel I have to reveal. “Oh hell you have that same suspicious look your mother gets when she is about to drop a bomb on me. What is it?” That is when I proceed to tell her everything about Nino, his family and his plans for ending his curse. I told him his version of Ambrogio and my mother and when I was done Aunt Luna’s jaws had dropped so I thought it would hit the floor. “Does your mother know?” she asked in pure shock and disbelief. “Not the part about Nino wanting to kill Minerva.” “Well then we have a problem then.” She said rubbing her chin indicating that she was in deep thought. “And what’s that?” I ask nervously. “If Nino is successful in killing Minerva that means not only does she die but he dies too…” The thought of losing Nino was enough to make me panic. But, then there was the sudden realization. “Aunt Luna, what happens if a vampire feeds from an immortal?” Aunt Luna eyed me suspiciously. “What the hell are you saying?” “I think you know what it means….” “Fuck Rita are you insane?! Do you know what you have done? Helios, Artemis, and every god still in existence may come out of hiding and put an end to you, your mother, me, and the rest of the family!” Brielle, upon hearing my dear Aunt Luna’s outburst came bursting out of my mom’s room with Anya in tow. “What is the matter?”  Aunt Brielle asked clearly panicked. “Your niece allowed a vampire to feed from her and now we may have a problem.” I could have sworn when Aunt Brielle gasped she sucked in all of the air in the room and before releasing it back into the atmosphere. “Have you any idea what you have done?” Aunt Brielle exclaimed. ‘Your mother is petitioning Artemis right now as we speak and knowing her, she knew it the moment it happened. So, now we have no idea what the consequences of that foolish decision will be until Selene comes back in one piece!” “Listen, if the gods are no longer in position to rule over humanity like they once were, the only thing they are responsible for is themselves. And, if by chance Artemis decides she has a problem with it she can come see ME!” “Rita-“ “No, don’t Rita me,” I snap. “Nino needs my help. He has to know so-“ “You would betray your own flesh and blood for him?” Aunt Brielle asked incredulously. “How the hell is it betrayal when the same flesh and blood wants to drain you of your powers?” I demand.  “Now look,” I continue. “We just can’t sit around and wait on the great and powerful Artemis to-“ My phone began to vibrate. It was a text from my beloved Nino. It read:

Whatever you do, do not go out at night. I have to find Ambrogio. Do not call me until I tell you it is safe.

Love Always, Nino.

I text him back:

I miss u babe. My blood makes you immortal. Call me.

I wait for him to respond but after a few minutes of nothing, I can tell that he is not going to. Both of my aunts and my sister are looking at me silently waiting for answers. “He is going to look for Ambrogio. He needs my help.”  “Well you can’t leave,” Aunt Brielle said firmly with her arms folded across her chest. “Your mother pretty much barricaded us in.”  “Who is Ambrogio?” Anya asked nervously. Unfortunately, I did not have the energy to explain everything all over again. “I have to get out of here,” I say shaking my head. My mother cannot expect me to stay locked in her house until Artemis sees fit to release her. The clock was ticking. “Your mother’s wards are too strong. You will not be able to cross the threshold of the door without being electrocuted,” Aunt Luna pleaded. “Hmmmm,” I say as I rise from the comfort of the recliner and make my way to the front door with everyone in tow. “Rita! I have seen what happens when someone crosses the wards!” Aunt Brielle cries out. “You do forget I am my mother’s daughter,” I say refusing to break my stride. “Rita STOP!” Aunt Luna grabs me by my shoulder, spinning me around to face her. Her face is lined with panic, anger and frustration. “You cannot leave! Even if you are successful in crossing the barrier you will be putting yourself at risk. Minerva is looking for you; what part of that do you nor understand? You are a fledgling goddess. You have no clue on what your abilities are or how to use them.” Now that got my attention. “I am damn near thirty years old and it was not until Friday that I learned that I am not 100% human. The least either of you could do is educate me on exactly what type of demi god I am so I have an idea on what to expect from myself. I know my powers are connected to my moods and can light up a room with almost as much power as the sun if provoked. It was not until Friday that I knew vampires existed; and it was not until Saturday that I could live forever. I am already growing tired of the daily surprises, and whether you like it or not I am walking outside that door.  Spare me at least one.”  Aunt Brielle and Aunt Luna glanced at each other, appearing to sense defeat and it was Aunt Brielle that spoke first. “You and Anya are the most powerful of the demi gods that still walk this earth. But, you Rita have something that your mother has tried to keep hidden. You have the ability to manipulate time. You can stop it and restart it at your will but it is only temporary. Still, it is the most powerful weapon in your arsenal. Both of you can manipulate the light, control the moon’s gravity, manipulate reflections and even call whatever is being reflected in a mirror into being. You can control the tide, which makes you a dangerous entity when near water.  The individual gift that you possess is Time manipulation; like I said earlier, Anya can manipulate people’s emotions. But, the there is a theory that the two of you combined…would be unstoppable.” But, the theory is that the two of you combined would be unstoppable, I replay my aunt’s words in my mind as they stare at me intently; desperate to know what I was thinking and what make next move is. I scan their faces searching for answers to questions I do not even have yet. I love my aunts; I love my mom but fate has forced its hand on me. I know it sounds selfish, but I have to do what is best for me and what is best for me is the life of the one man in the world who loves me unconditionally. He is looking for a way to reverse the curse; but in searching for that answer may result in him having to sacrifice his own life. I cannot live without Nino, especially knowing that we could have an eternity together. I look over at my sister, Anya who is nervously poking at her freshly manicured nails. She catches my gaze and I smile. “Come with me Anya,” I said stretching my hand to her for her to take. “No! I told you what you wanted to know and since it is obvious that there is nothing I can do to stop you fine. But, you are not taking your sister with you on a suicide mission!” Aunt Brielle slapped my hand away and stepped in front Anya as she were body shielding her from some mysterious threat. I guess that threat is me. “Come on Anya,” I say ignoring Aunt Brielle’s protests. “I understand if you want to stay, but I need you. I would do the same thing for you if Lucien were in trouble.” “No Anya don’t you do it! Don’t you do it!” Aunt Luna had become so irate and upset that her fangs had dropped and her pupils flashed a tinge of blood red coloring that had not been there before. “What the fuck are you going to do if you are attacked by vampires? Huh? They can smell you a mile away! If something happens to either of you there will most definitely be a war. Your mother will raze the earth seeking vengeance! And what do you think she will do to-“ “Alright,” Anya said softly, sneaking her head around Aunt Brielle’s protective body block and catching my gaze.  I smile victoriously. Anya smiles back and makes a dash for her keys and slips her sandals back on and finds herself once again body blocked by Aunt Brielle.  “WHAT?! NO! Anya, you stay right here.” Aunt Brielle commanded, her body losing its transparency with each raise in octave. So, it was true: my Aunt Brielle is a spirit without a body.  “Aunt Brielle,” I said carefully. “Anya and I have to go. This is what I have to do and my sister has made her choice. I love you both but I just can’t sit here and wait for something tragic to happen.” Both of my aunts’ shoulders slumped in defeat. “You are going to put your life at risk for what? How are you going to defend yourself against the dark magic of a witch as ancient as Minerva? Huh? What are you going to do?” Aunt Luna demanded. “You said so yourself that between the two of us”, I said taking my sister’s hand and leading her to the door. “We are unstoppable. Tell my mom I love her.” Anya tightens her hold on my hand as we look back at our anger stricken aunts and then at the front door. I turn my head to face her and ask, “Are you ready?” Anya just nods her head and closes her eyes as I grab the doorknob and swing the door open. Once we cross the threshold I can feel the heat being emitted from the invisible barrier attempting to do more than just singe the surface of skin. And my first thought was right. We are our mother’s children. We are outside and on the grass unscathed. “Now what?” Anya quizzed glancing around nervously and fiddling with her hair. “You have your car right?” I ask scanning the driveway for her car only to find Aunt Luna’s Jaguar and Aunt Brielle’s Prius parked outside of the garage. “Yeah, I parked down the street.” Anya replied as she began to lead the way to her Mini Cooper. I turn to look back at my mother’s house and I could still see the silhouettes of my aunts possibly arguing back and forth about how they were going to break the news to my mother explaining how they let two grown demi gods out of their grasp. Mom was definitely going to be pissed off. But, one day she would understand. It isn’t like we don’t have eternity.

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Another Excerpt From my Upcoming Book: The Family Curse

Another Excerpt From my Upcoming Book: The Family Curse

“Hey Anya,” I mumble as I stalked passed her and I quickly slumped down on the beige recliner that my mother had purchased from Living Spaces. It was against her taste but she found it useful after a long day at work. “Hey Rita,” she said softly. “So, I’m the only one who was kept in the dark huh?” I so was not in the mood to deal with Anya’s feelings. “No Anya you and I both were in the dark about everything. I only learned of mother’s true identity but two days earlier than you and not from her. This weekend has been a weekend of revelations unfortunately and before you ask, no I did not know Nino was a vampire until recently. And it was not until the day before that that our mother went from a regular diminutive but successful real estate agent to freakin’ moon goddess. And oh, yeah I glow too…” I did not mean to come off as harshly as I did but what my mother had done was team too much. Not only had she withheld important family secrets but now she went after my fiancé like a deranged lunatic. Nino had done nothing to deserve that and just because her relationship with Ambrogio was not the fairytale ending that she had hoped it would be does not mean that she should talk to the man like he was dirt at the bottom of her shoe. Our relationship had seen better days as it was and it most definitely did not need this. Anya sat quietly, I suppose taking things in. Her bare intricately decorated feet tapped the floor anxiously while she smoothed her perfectly thick and flat ironed hair into a messy bun. “You glow?” she finally asked. “Like a goddamn night light,” and after those words left my mouth my skin began to illuminate a soft white glow instead of the mellow violet color. “And apparently I change colors too.”  Anya’s eyes widened and my Aunt Luna let out a low whistle. “Yup, you got the brunt of your mother’s gifts there,” she said brushing a stray hair from her heart shaped face. “And your mother’s moods too,” Aunt Brielle added.  “Anya has the gift of persuasion…just like the moon she has the ability to sway one’s emotions and moods into her favor. She also can control the tides and force the moon to reveal itself whenever the need arises. I am surprised she has not met a man with a little werewolf in him. They would  be the perfect match,” Luna smiled. “Did you find yourself having to deal with constant headaches?” I ask Anya who was just kind of sitting there like she was in a trance. And then I cannot believe that I had to ask my sister that. I should have already known the answer but instead I had to ask her as if she were some distant relative whose life I had to catch up on through small talk. I did not realize that until now. Perhaps we were both entirely too wrapped up in our own personal lives that we forgot to maintain our sisterly connection. “Yes. I had been dealing with migraines for years now and as of late they became more frequent. I thought something was seriously medically wrong with me because-“’It felt like your entire cranium was going to explode?” I said finishing her sentence like we used to always do. She smiled. “Yes! Girl, I thought I was going to die until Lucien” (her boyfriend) “took me to his mother’s and his grandmother gave this herbal tea that his family has used for generations to aid in ailments.” A strange thought popped into my head when she mentioned her boyfriend. I wondered if he was supernatural too. “Is he,” I began cautiously, “Uh…like Valentino?” “If you mean if he is supernatural,” my mother finally decided to chime in,” he is not vampire but he is something else. Or, OF something else. I believe his family is of the Fae.”  Fae? As in Tinkerbelle and Peter Pan? What the hell has this world come to? “A fairy.” I say plainly. “Well I’ll be damned…I attract vampires and my sister loves fairies.” “Don’t allow the title to fool you. The Fae are formidable by nature and once upon a time were great warriors. Now, their numbers have reduced so it is saddening.” “I did not know he was a fairy until he told me and when he did I thought he had smoked something he shouldn’t have.” Anya chuckled which made me smile. We really need to catch up.

Aunt Brielle slid over to one of the wooden barstools that my mother kept in a perfect line behind the counter. Even though there was not much distinction between my mom and her sisters, it was obvious Aunt Brielle was the wild one. She cut off all of her except for that in the middle and wore it hanging, flat ironed straight to the side as was the current hair trend. She had dyed the tips a radiant blue which went well with her creamy taupe skin tone that I am sure drove all of her suitors wild. Even as a ghost or apparition she looked much more alive than most of the human women I have seen strolling around here like they have permanent chip on their shoulders. Standing at 5’5’’ and a hundred or so pounds, and wearing one of those colorful strapless sundresses, Aunt Brielle was stunning and again I began to question if I myself was adopted.

Aunt Luna was no slouch either with her killer curvaceous body, thick dark hair that she kept in a single long braid and warm smile. From what I was told during my younger years she had caught the attention of not only professional men such as doctors and lawyers, but she had caught the eye of a few celebrity men who were more than happy to escort her live on the red carpet. Angelina Jolie would have not been the happily committed woman she is today had Aunt Luna decided not to go with her heart and accept Dr. Richard’s proposal. I’m just saying…Miss ‘Gelina needs to count her blessings. Unfortunately, the engagement to Dr. Richard did not last long due to my aunt’s current half state of vampirism, so the relationship could not work out. Dr. Richard was a prominent plastic surgeon back in the day when plastic surgery became the new thing and once he found out that blood had a little more meaning to Aunt Luna than donation purposes he was gone. At least, that is what I was told.

It had been years since I have seen Aunt Brielle and even longer since I have seen Aunt Luna. I might as well find it safe to assume that her diet may have had something to with it. We all just kind of sit there lost in our own thoughts for a minute. It was Anya who broke the silence. “So, what is going on with Aunt Minerva? None of us have seen her since God knows when and now all of a sudden things seem to be spiraling out of control.” I nod my head in agreement while my mother and her sisters glance at each other as if trying to figure out who is going to speak first. “Well, Minerva is an evil bitch,” Aunt Luna seethed. “Luna!” My mother and Aunt Brielle shouted in astonishment. I could not believe it either. Well tell us how you really feel Aunt Luna. “I am not going to beat around the bush with it nor am I going to continue to cover up the fact that Minerva is absolutely evil,” Aunt Luna said unapologetically. “I love my sister, but the person that we grew up with is gone-long gone. She is a dark witch and has been for centuries. She is the reason behind why I am living a half-life as a vampire, why Brielle is pretty much a ghost, and why your-“She turned to point at my mom who just stood there with a stone face, “daughters are in danger. The sad part is you may not have enough time to prepare them for what she may do next…” I got the impression there was more my aunt wanted to say but she thought it best to keep whatever it was to herself. “Rita, tell us everything Nino told you. I gave them the basic run down but I need for you to fill in the gaps.” My mom said pointedly. I sigh. None of this would be happening if this bull crap had been addressed long ago. But, I sit up straight and take a deep breath and begin. “Mom, Valentino is Ambrogio’s nephew. Valentino and his entire family were cursed with vampirism because of Aunt Minerva.” “WHAT?!” Aunt Luna was the one to shout now. She jumped up and sat on the arm of the recliner on which I sat and looked at me with so much disbelief I thought she believed I was lying. “What I say is true. The curse not only befell Ambrogio but on his immediate family: brothers, sisters, nieces and nephews. I assume it was only the first generation that was affected.”  “That cannot be…” Aunt Brielle said, stunned. “I believe it,” my mother finally said, refocusing the attention back to herself. “Minerva was just as in love with Ambrogio as I was when we were working in the Temple of Artemis. She tried everything she could to break us up and she pursued him with relentlessness that in all of my years of existence have yet to see again. Sometime before Ambrogio befell the curse, I remember Artemis chastising her about practicing white and dark magic and told her that if she continued to do so she would banish her from her temples forever. But, what I believe what really sealed the nail on the coffin was when Minerva walked in on Ambrogio asking for my hand. She stormed off after swearing vengeance on both of us when Artemis reappeared and cast her out of her temple. A year or so later, Ambrogio was cursed and it was over a hundred years before Minerva and I had contact again. But I did not know that Ambrogio’s entire family suffered from it too…” “This makes me wonder if Valentino knew who you were the entire time Rita,” Aunt Brielle said looking at me with sympathy in her eyes. “He clearly knows or better yet, knew the history on our family prior to meeting you. He could have had an agenda all along.” “If he had an agenda then why would he tell me the history of my family instead of it coming from anyone of you?” I shot back. “He opened up and told me the truth of who and what he is while all three of you just sat there and allowed me to fall in love with a vampire. Suppose he did have less than honest intentions? Then what? You would be too late!”  My heart was pumping a thousand miles a minute I was so damn mad. How dare they? “Rita-“ Aunt Luna pleaded. “No, don’t Rita me!” I snapped, directing my glare to my mother whose eyes narrowed as if she was open to my challenge. “All three of you allowed Anya and I to walk around unaware of who and what we are without thinking that about the laws of attraction. Did you ever stop to think about the possibility of either one of us attracting another supernatural entity? I mean, with us being freakin’ demi gods and whatnot, did you honestly think that we would fall in love with normal humans? That there wasn’t a risk that something from another realm would be drawn to the powers in our veins?” It pissed me off even more that no one said one mumbling word. Not even my sister. So I continued with my rant. “And another thing: you allowed the very individual that we are running from to block our memories and our powers; allowed us to suffer through migraines so excruciating I thought I was having an aneurism for what? Suppose Nino did drain me dry upon the first encounter…What would you have done? Or what if Anya, met someone with evil intentions like Minerva, then what?” “Rita, we-“ Brielle tried to explain. “No,” I said, trembling with pure fury. The soft white glow that I emitted earlier had brightened tenfold which was an indicator I was losing it. “Rita, your light!” My mother shouted hysterically. “No mother,” my voice grew grave and ominous and echoed throughout the walls of the house. “You judged a man that has done nothing but protect me despite what he is. You have not even tried to get to know him. He sent me here to be with you to ensure my safety while he deals with his very dangerous, very blood thirsty, vampire family who would not have hesitated to feed from my veins just to get a taste of power. So, let’s make one thing clear: Valentino is not a threat. Minerva is. So, we are either going to discuss the next course of action on how to deal with her or I am going to go back to my big beautiful house in Malibu and figure stuff out on my own.”  The silence that permeated the room was as thick as a red brick house. Aunt Luna and Aunt Brielle looked away, reluctant to look me or Anya directly in the eyes. My mother, the great and all powerful Selene; Goddess of the Moonlight stared at me with tears threatening to break through the wall of carefully placed emotions. “Well I am sorry for only wanting to protect the only children that I was blessed to have,” her voice was barely a whisper, but it could still be heard with perfect clarity. “Excuse me for wanting to give my children a sense of normalcy that I no longer possessed and have not possessed since the day I set foot in the Temple of Artemis.”  Aunt Luna went to my mother with a gentle attempt to calm a growing storm. “Forgive me,” she said, her tone gaining strength with each syllable. ”Forgive me for protecting you with everything in me. Forgive me Rita…for wanting my daughters to know what it’s like to be human.” Well I will be…what could I say to that? I was angry. I felt betrayed. I was hurt. And confused. And incredibly drained. And afraid. And my mother was all of those things and then some. So were my aunts. If my Aunt Minerva was strong enough to give my mother, a goddess, pause, then there was something to think about. “I don’t want you to hate me Rita,” my mother said struggling to maintain her composure. “And, you are right. Valentino should not have been the one to tell you. I should have told you. I owe him a sincere apology, just as I owe you and Anya my apology. But right now, I have to go speak with Artemis…Until I return this house is under heavy guard. No one is to leave and no one is to enter.” And with that, my mother vanished into thin air. I did not know she could do that. The way that I felt, I did not know much of anything. I hoped that wherever Nino was, he was fairing much better than me.

The Family Curse Coming Soon!!!moon goddess symbol imagesH4IBRIFH Must use as cover for Family Curse

Hashtag Isis

Hashtag Isis

Together we could build an empire

Destroy the world

Kill It with fire

Make me the object of your desire and

I could take you to new heights

Take you higher and higher

But you gotta worship me

Make me your number one fantasy

And don’t believe the lies about me

Because half of these nobodies know a damn

thing about me

I’m old as destiny and all you gotta do is

Fulfill me and I will treat you like royalty

But believe me if you ever cross me

Think twice

I’m not from this world you see

I built my kingdom on the sands of time

Made a king a Pharaoh to rule a world that’s mine

Never forget who got this

#Isis

I play to win I play for keeps

There is nobody better than me

Countless temples raised in my name

Even Osiris knows I’m a force when it comes to this game

There is no limit to the force I can bring

In the history books my name is equal to that of a King

From the Books of the Dead to the Temple’s Prayer

I grace the universe with only that Isis Flair

I’m a goddess; queen of life

Destroyer of the damned

I bring the light, the fire

You cannot fathom who I really am

I built Kingdoms on the sands of time

And I can take back the world

That has always been mine

Adore me you will be rewarded

With unlimited capabilities

Hell, you can even sit next to me

Fall from my grace

And I shall wipe out your entire line of mistakes

I can make the world your throne

If you worship me and me alone

The stars in heaven even sing my name

Remember I’m a goddess

Don’t you forgot who got this

Hashtag Isis

Nubia Rising: The AwakeningIsis and osirisimagesLN75GRZX

Love Will Remember

There is something about you that has made me question the boundaries of my sanity for months now. You have sparked quite the conundrum in my heart; somehow, you worked your way into the very chambers that I thought I had locked for someone else, found the key and let yourself right into the doorway of my soul. I told myself that it was nothing more than a crush that would go away at some point…quickly I had hoped. But then, I found myself daydreaming about your presence to the point of madness. Is it obsession? No. I do not claim you nor do I hope to claim you or mark you as my eternal territory. I wanted-no I want to set you free. I don’t want you to fall victim to my love; I want you to find yourself. Explore. Fall in love with someone else. Not me.

It is unsettling to remember the times when you were not the object of my affection; but even during those times, there were moments when I felt like I knew you. I knew you. One upon a time in another life I knew you. My soul recognized you in a different form from a different present. I may have marked you as mine from long ago, but in this present you do not belong to me. You can NOT belong to me. Perhaps in another life, under different circumstances we can reunite. If I didn’t forget you in the last meeting we shared I will not forget you in the next. I suppose that in this lifetime there are lessons that we did not learn in the past and we must face them now so when we meet again, we will be better equipped to deal with this eternal burn we have for each other.

The bass of your voice awakens me; renders me your servant. Only you can do that. Only you can call forth what I keep hidden from most with very little resistance. I told you once before that you know me. You may not have recognized my voice but your soul remembered. If I managed to love you past a lifetime then, I will love you past a thousand lifetimes from here on out. So, go. Please. And do not look back until we have breathed out last breaths in this lifetime. Live. Grow. Time separated us by a few years for a reason… and our purpose is not for each other but for someone else. I will see you soon in Forever.

-Delizhia.

“Love will remember you…and love will remember me. I know it inside my heart,
Forever will, forever be ours,
Even if we try to forget,
Love will remember”- Selena Gomez

Nubia Rising: Excerpt: Osiris

Nubia Rising: Excerpt: Osiris

Trenton could feel a dark presence moving about the shadows of the Osirian realms. Syrene was still unconscious and Durga was late. Really late. If he could pray, he was would have prayed that she wasn’t killed by one of those Destroyer pests and that Durga would wrap things up and come on. He could hear Syrene stirring behind him. Being who she was, he should have realized that the dark energy spell wasn’t going to hold her for long. And the ring in which he wore’s powers seemed to be waning. He knew he didn’t have much time. He could sense it. And then he heard a familiar voice. “Trenton!” Durga shrieked. “Where is Syrene? I have been waiting to sink my teeth into that bitch’s neck for centuries!” Trenton materialized out of the nothingness and stood in front of the she demon. “She is safely tucked away,” he replied. “Give me the ring,”Durga demanded. “And then what? You have told me nothing. Have the shields been dropped?” “I did my part!” Durga snapped. “But have the shield-“ Trenton’s calm voice was quickly interrupted when he heard the rumblings of a not so unfamiliar voice. Durga, aware of the presence, slowly began to back away from Trenton, as if anticipating an approaching nightmare. “You should have ran when you had the chance boy,” came the deep, husky sound of the approaching apparition. Trenton could feel his fading pulse quicken with fear, and for a second he was dizzy with adrenaline as he prepared to either take flight or put up a fight. The energy from the ring had all but gone and he wasn’t sure if he had enough power to effectively protect himself. Durga surely wasn’t going to waste energy protecting him, she had her own agenda. “Give me what does not belong to you,” said the voice coolly,” and I may allow you a quick and  merciful death, rather than a long and excruciatingly painful one” . Before Trenton could even think to react the ring dissipated from his finger, leaving the space on his finger as well as in the rest of his body feeling eerily empty. Out of the corner of his eye, he could see Durga standing a few more feet away from him, her body tense as a spring, and based off of her strained expression he could tell that she was debating on whether or not she should dematerialize. The entity must have sensed her dilemma too because he made a tisking sound before he slowly began to manifest right before their eyes. Six foot seven of dense muscle and brawn, dark, smooth mahogany  skin, perfectly thick lips atop a chiseled face, with a pair of abysmal ly dark eyes that glared back at them. Long Kemetian locks hung proudly to the tip of his waist. Osiris, Egyptian ruler of the Underworld: first great Pharaoh of Egypt; and the only god to cheat death. To his followers, he was the definition of resurrection, and a force to be feared. Trenton,  not sure what else to do, found himself on his knees. The nothingness beneath him became solid. The instance  his knees buckled and collapsed onto what he once felt as nothingness, sent a shot of pain throughout the course of his body. He grimaced, but remained just as he was on his knees, ready and willing to beg for his life.

It was a damn shame that his life had come to this. He thought he had figured out the entire game. Everything he did in life was planned to the “t”; even his hooking up with Jewel also known as Isis. He thought he knew everything there was to know about the supernatural, and how to control it, but instead, he was the one being controlled. This was not how things were supposed to turn out. He was supposed to be the reigning king of hip hop; he was the one that was supposed to be a part of the New World Order. He knew what it was like to have power; not just financial, or political but REAL power and all of it has slipped through his fingertips-literally. Now he was forced to beg for his life-well whatever life he had left-like a coward. Everything that he worked hard for, everything that he wanted, dreamed about, and possessed was gone. Especially Isis. “You dare cower before me and even in the threat of impeding death you still demonstrate desire for my wife?” Osiris seethed, his eyes  burning with such an intensity that the cavernous dimension that he was now trapped in began to tremble.  “You are nothing more than an imposter! How dare you assume yourself worthy to wear MY ring, to userp authority in MY realms and to BED MY WIFE!!!” Osiris roared “I ask for your for-“ Trenton stuttered. “SILENCE!!!”  Durga had remained quiet throughout the entire display. She was not sure what Osiris had in store for her but she was prepared to fight if she needed to.  She had no problems with challenging Isis but Osiris was something else. He had access to powers and realms that she could only imagine which would not make him simply a formidable opponent; but a lethal enemy.  As she was assessing whether or not it would be conducive to her survival to fight Osiris in his own realm Osiris glanced over in her direction and gave her a wicked, toothy grin. “You know Durga, for the offenses that you have committed are of a grave nature,” he began. “But there is a way for you to redeem yourself…” Durga’s eyes narrowed  at his last statement. “How so?”, she began. “You are a demon of death,” Osiris began, still looming over the still prostrate and  aging Trenton.  “You are not a death demon but a demon of Death. I admire all of your strengths and abilities and had it not been for you, my story of godhood would have meant nothing to human masses. However, despite the fact that my spirit has not been able to manifest into the physical world; that I have had to remain in a ghastly apparition type of state,  the only thing that I have been able to do to maintain my sanity was watch. And I have watched you Durga. I have watched seen every gory, sick and twisted detail and your absolute lust for the stench of death. But, I have also watched you  threaten my wife and even,” Osiris looked down at Trenton and growled with disgust,” made a deal with this worthless bag of humanity to steal my powers and harness the energies of Atlantis to yourself while claiming the life of that precious little Destroyer that is chained in one of my chambers.” Durga swallowed thickly and felt her muscles tighten as she prepared to spring. “I could imprison you here forever, you know?” Osiris quipped. “And with you trapped in my realms unable to satisfy your thirst for death and decay, humans would live forever? Even as their physical bodies deteriorate with sickness, age, or fatal injuries… I mean you  are the curse that was unleased after the Fall of Man are you not? So with you out of the picture…” “Alright!” Durga shouted. “What will you have me do?” “First, you will leave that Destroyer to me-“ “You have GOT to be FUCKING kidding me right now!” Durga snapped. “I have been WAITING for-“ “-She is of more use alive than dead. You clearly are unaware of her genealogy,” Osiris mused. “You will understand in time. Second I need for you to retrieve my body. That bitch Naomi, a descendant of my lands is responsible for my imprisonment here. She hid my decapitated body in what is known as the 16 Sisters in Mesopotamia, better known as Lebanon. But before you leave, kill this foolish man. He has defiled my realms, my ring and my wife. Put him out of his misery.” Durga smiled wickedly and took her time approaching the beyond terrified Trenton who tried to scramble away from both entities who glared on with sadistic satisfaction, but to no avail. With the ring now removed from his finger, his body was becoming weaker and weaker. His joints now ached from what might have been arthritis, his breathing was becoming labored and vision dimming. His hair was falling out strand by strand, until his hair line was now at the center of his head. Just as Durga inched her way over to him, he looked down at his wrinkling hands and hoped that at the rate that he was aging, that his heart would give out before she even landed her infamous death bite. She smiled at him, baring her elongated fangs and he got his wish: with eyes wide with shock and agony, his heart stopped, sending a massive explosion of pain from the center of his chest that radiated throughout the course of his body. His body began to tremble and twitch involuntarily and as his spirit finally left his body his final thought was: ”At least she didn’t get the ring.”

Osiris watched Durga tear the lifeless human’s body apart with her teeth and her eyes lit with seemingly orgasmic relief as she chewed through flesh and bone. It was interesting to witness a creature of such a ravenous and violent nature to indulge in fleshly greed even though her choice of appetizers was absolutely disgusting…at least to him. “I need for you to hurry up with that. The shields will only remain dropped for so long and I can feel my wife’s incantations pulling me out of this realm. I need for you to move quickly. We only have until sunrise before the spells wear off and there is no more Potential blood to open the door. I need my body back!!” Durga stopped what she was doing and gently wiped Trenton’s blood from her gruesome mouth before answering. “Your wife was so hell bent on the major details of this long awaited day that she forgot to obtain your body? How dreadful.” “She must have thought that the r eunification process would do it automatically…” “Or maybe she was more concerned with her own desires for power-“ “GO GET MY BODY YOU INSOLENT CREATURE OTHERWISE I SHALL MAKE GOOD ON MY PROMISE AND TRAP YOU IN HERE FOR ETERNITY!!!” Osiris bellowed, his voice echoing for what seemed like a millennia. Durga was not one to take orders but being locked in the Osirian realms for an eternity was not an option. She quickly dematerialized out of the nothingness and on the hunt for the 16 Sisters.images39L7LYPD imagesLN75GRZX