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  The Devil Ash Saga

  Book 1: Devil Ash Days

  Book 2: Devil Ash Deceit

  Book 3: Devil Ash Disarray

  The Devil Aster Days [Prequel Series]

  01: Devil’s Workday

  02: In the Den of the Demon

  03: Cowboys & Devils

  04: Demon City Escape Plan [Coming Soon]

  Track Listing

  PROLOGUE: Prince Otozek's Plight

  PART 1 - Dawn of the Devil’s Demise

  01: Devil’s Duel

  02: Aralia

  03: Lorin

  04: Vashi Tansa

  05: Demon Days

  06: The Sneaker Strikes

  07: The Helio Star

  08: The Sneaker’s Techniques

  09: Summer Soulstice

  10: Orphans

  11: Otozek’s Opportunity

  PART 2 - Festival of Disarray

  12: Game Day

  13: Otozek’s Infiltration

  14: A Game Gone Wrong

  15: New Disease

  16: Back in the Game

  17: Otozek Advances

  18: Going For A Walk

  19: Uverstarr’s Intervention

  20: Secret Mission Go!

  21: Ash Bounces Back

  22: Aura’s Bizarre Adventure

  23: Shiva’s Festival Fun

  24: Ash’s Discovery

  25: Victims

  26: Aura Gets Wet

  27: Infinite Arms

  28: You Can’t Win This Fight

  29: Get It Together

  30: Goddard’s Last Resort

  31: The Worst Is Yet To Come

  32: The Stolen King

  PART 3 - Prepare for Departure

  33: Aftermath

  34: Despair

  35: Declaration of Complication

  36: While You Were Asleep

  37: Get Back Up

  EPILOGUE: Blood Of A Satan

  About the Author

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  Devil Ash Disarray

  By Mitchell Olson

  Copyright 2015 Mitchell Olson

  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are either the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is entirely coincidental.

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  Prologue: Prince Otozek’s Plight

  Ages ago, an immensely powerful and terrifying creature rampaged across Hell, gaining notoriety among the demons as it left nothing but death and destruction in its wake. Those who challenged this strong young demon were laid to waste by the creature’s seemingly endless power. Greater demons of such caliber were rare in Hell, but not unheard of. The demon came to be known by many names and titles, but the name that eventually stuck and spread throughout those dark ages was Jirosek.

  After eons of roaming and rampaging, Jirosek had gained a following. Lesser demons that had once been considered prey to Jirosek trailed him, picking scraps off the carcasses he left behind. Soon the migration became large enough to attract the attention of other greater demons. Many times Jirosek was challenged for dominance, but he never met a greater demon that posed a threat to him.

  When Jirosek found a hunting ground he liked, he settled down among the ruins of an ancient civilization, now swarming with demons. The scores of greater demons that had been following him settled there as well, and after some more time an understanding formed between the demons. They respected the hierarchy and never challenged Jirosek, even going so far as to bestow a worthy title to the greater demon, and acknowledging the beast as their ruler.

  They called him Demon King Jirosek.

  Thunder and lightning crashed, illuminating the grand chamber at the ruined remains of the once-prosperous demon kingdom. The creature inside stirred at his resting place, but not because of the storm. He unconsciously gripped his chest and kicked his legs dreaming of a bitter memory of a lost fight years ago.

  He awoke in a coughing fit, wads of coagulated blood spraying across the room. “Ooo-…ooo-…otozek!” he called between coughs. The thunder almost drowned out his weakening voice as he screamed and coughed himself hoarse. “Otozek…”

  “Here, father.” The voice of Otozek as he appeared at his father’s side. The Demon Prince was never far from Lord Jirosek’s bedside. “Was it that dream again?”

  “Otozek, my son!” said Jirosek, squinting his tired eyes to verify his son’s face. “No matter how many times I relive it I can never win! Not even in my dreams can I conquer the devil scum! Oh how I’ve wasted my life!” Jirosek started coughing again with tears streaming down his face.

  Long ago, when he was a darker shade of purple, this demon was a powerful ruler of a widespread kingdom of greater demons. The Demon Lord commanded the largest army of demons known to history, proving that it just may be possible for a demon society to actually work. But it was not meant to be. As his army grew, Jirosek eventually drew the attention of, and then clashed with, the devils.

  “That damn Satan!” he growled under his fading breath. “If it weren’t for him and that other devil… if not for them we would have… feasted on the humans for generations to come… Now I lie here succumbing to old age, accomplishing nothing!”

  “That’s not true father,” said Otozek. “We are still recruiting. As soon as we raise a big enough army we can invade the devil kingdom and eradicate their kind once and for all.”

  “Is that right?” Jirosek said as his coughing fit came to an end. Otozek reached out with a scrap of cloth and wiped his father’s face. The old demon Lord laid back and tried to get comfortable. “Seems like we’ve been recruiting for some time now…”

  “We are almost ready,” Otozek said reassuringly. “It won’t be long now. Soon you will be standing atop a mountain of devil bones, devouring their remains as you did in your prime.”

  “I do love devil bones…” Jirosek smiled, his gunk-crusted black eyelids fluttering shut. “Oh it has been too long since I last tasted devil flesh.”

  “Rest now,” said Otozek. “Rest and dream of the day you are recognized by all of Hell as King. Dream of your long-awaited feast.”

  “If only, oh if only… I could feast on a human one more time…

  “It’s alright,” Otozek said softly. “After we conquer the devils we will see about getting you a human. You will not die without tasting human flesh. I can promise you that.”

  Otozek wasn’t sure if his father heard his promise or not. The ancient demon fell back into his tormented slumber, snoring like a lawnmower between gasps. Without a moment’s hesitation, the demon Prince stuck the pointed end of his tail into a throbbing vein on the Demon King’s arm and drew blood. Prince Otozek lifted his tail to his face and squeezed a few drops of his father’s blood onto his tongue.

  His features sagged at the taste. He examined his father’s face, already twisting at the formation of what was sure to be another nightmare. The prince lifted his hand to his mouth and sank his teeth into it. Blood poured like wine as he held it over his father’s face. The younger, healthier blood dripped between t
he former demon Lord’s pursed lips.

  Jirosek gagged it all down without waking up. Years ago that much blood would have invigorated him, to the point of getting up and leaving his chamber to hunt. Now there was no visible effect. Time was limited. He could wait no longer. The demon prince left his father’s chamber with a grave understanding coming over him.

  As Otozek paced the cavernous halls of the ruined palace with his mind stirring more than it ever had before, another creature made its presence known. The greater demon, a long and wiry looking bug man with a long pointy spear for a nose, appeared walking one pace behind the prince.

  “What is the King’s condition, my Prince?” the creature asked.

  “It’s getting worse Moskazek. See for yourself,” said Otozek. He lifted the tip of his tail to his follower’s mouth and squirted a few drops of his father’s blood out.

  The mosquito man Moskazek paused a moment, savoring the taste of his Lord’s blood before showing any signs of distaste. “It is dire, my Prince.”

  “We cannot wait any longer Moskazek,” said Otozek. “My father is dying. His blood has gone bad, and soon my blood will do nothing to help him. The only thing that can breath life back into him now is devil.”

  “The devils still outnumber us, my Prince,” said Moskazek. “We’ve gathered many strong warriors, but the odds of a full-out attack on the devils succeeding with an army of our current size are not so favorable for us...”

  “Then we must try something else,” said Otozek. The demon Prince continued his silent reflection, wandering the enormous underground walkways that connected the various structures that made up the demon palace. As they moved silently about the darkness Otozek remained locked in his current dilemma, unable to think of anything but his poor dying father.

  His pacing led him to a small antechamber between rooms, nowhere special really, except that this particular room was in a state of rapid deterioration and disrepair when compared to the rest of the demon’s palace. Through a massive hole in the ceiling the darkened sky could be seen, far off stars twinkling millions of miles away, a giant red moon hanging overhead like the face of God watching over Hell.

  And across the sky from that moon a bright-yet-faint light shone, only detectable to the demon’s perfectly evolved eyes. The glimmer in the sky caught the demon Prince’s attention.

  “Is that what I think it is?” Otozek asked.

  “Yes, my Prince,” his companion confirmed. “It appeared this morning. This will be your first Great Calm, yes?”

  Otozek ignored the question. After a moment of intense contemplation, a new look came over the Prince.

  A look of hope.

  “Gather everyone that matters in the chamber of conference,” he ordered his minion. The demon Prince tore his attention away from the extra light in the sky and took off moving once again.

  “At once my Prince,” Moskazek replied, fading away into the darkness.

  By the time Otozek entered the chamber of conference it was filled with dark, twisted, shapes. Dangerous, ghastly figures of the greater demons that served the Jirosek lineage. They spent their days awaiting news of Lord Jirosek’s fading health, waiting for their chance to strike and conquer the devils.

  Otozek walked to the edge of a rocky balcony and addressed his loyal followers. “The time to act is now. Father will not last much longer. We can waste no more time on recruiting; we will begin the invasion with the forces we’ve gathered here now.”

  Those of the amassed demons that had the facial features to smile did so.

  “We cannot risk an open attack,” Otozek continued. “The devils would defeat us with their numbers alone. But there is hope for us. The Great Calm will be coming soon. We will use this opportunity to do something that the devils will not expect. We will launch a secret invasion during their time of supposed calm. I will lead a small team into devil territory. There we will possess devil bodies and move amongst the devils in secrecy. There we will observe the current state of the devil’s army, pick off their strongest fighters one by one, and topple the Satan family from within.” The ruthless crowd of demon spectators cheered bloodthirsty war cries.

  “Moskazek, Gnusek, Orkazek, Goblotek, Podavek: You five will join me first. Everyone else will remain here to look after my father and await further orders.”

  Those he named howled with ecstatic delight and moved to meet their master outside. Those who would have to wait growled with disappointment as they slunk back into whatever dark crevices they crawled out of.

  After seeing to it that his father would be watched over and guarded in his absence, the Demon Prince prepared to set foot outside of his ruined kingdom for the first time. Other than the short hunting trips he used to take with his father, so long ago. Better days. Days that would never repeat, unless Otozek succeeded in bringing the devils to their knees.

  Prince Otozek guessed, based on how rapidly his father’s blood was turning sour, that he wouldn’t be able to stay long in the devil’s kingdom. The mission could only be for a few days at most, before he’d have to return to his father’s side and revive him with whatever devil-based resources they could bring back.

  The squad of greater demons helmed by their prince left the remote ruined kingdom. Traveling on foot was no problem, their journey would take a day at most. Along the way, Otozek informed his fellowship of demons what their true objectives were.

  “Our first test is entering the devil kingdom undetected. Let us hope we find suitable host bodies outside of their gates. We’ll take new bodies as we work our way through their kingdom and into their army, and eventually right into their castle. It would be best if we evade detection long enough to get next to a Satan. I believe… the flesh and blood of a Satan is what would best revive my father from his current state.

  No one questioned the Prince’s motives.

  “Once we’re inside the castle we must find one of their primitive gate keys to the human world. I must succeed in finding a human for my father!”

  The squad of greater demons moved across the deadly Hell landscape with frightening speed, and in a matter of hours they would arrive safely outside the gates of the Kingdom of Devils.

  Part One

  Dawn of the Devil’s Demise

  Chapter One: Devil’s Duel

  Moments before the first flames dazzled the dawn sky, a silvery haired Royal Advisor climbed the stone stairwell of the tallest tower rising from the millennia-old Satan family Castle. The early morning darkness posed no problems. Not only were the devil’s eyes adept at seeing in near-complete darkness, but a small flame no larger than a light bulb hovered at his side, dueling with the darkness on his behalf.

  As Goddard scaled those steps the flame at his side followed, moving according to the man’s own will. His flame stayed close to the wall at a height well above Goddard’s head, passing through the wicks of the many dusty torches hanging on the walls and igniting them as he passed by, illuminating the next few steps of his journey until he caught the next torch.

  He carried with him a medium-sized box, long and rectangular, dangling from a flimsy handle. Up and up he went until he reached the door at the top. After lighting the final wall torch, the Royal Advisor quelled his flame. He dangled a big circular keychain in front of his bespectacled eyes, examining over a hundred different skeleton-like keys until he found just the right one, sliding it into the rusted lock and prying open the door.

  Outside was a small balcony that wrapped three hundred and sixty degrees around the tower known as the observation deck, though the Royal Advisor didn’t think it was much of an observatory. From there, Goddard would have had one of the most spectacular views of the Kingdom of Hell…had the artificial sun been present. In this early morning darkness, the only light to be found came from far above the kingdom of devils.

  Goddard set his box down and opened the case, removing his precious cargo one piece at a time. There were several complex parts, but mostly his contraption consisted of s
everal long tube-like pieces that the Royal Advisor screwed together, building it from the ground up until the device stood as tall as him.

  He put his eye against an end of one of the tubes. The other end was pointing up into the sky. With a curious rotation of the pipe, Goddard scoured the skies with his primitive telescope.

  A giant, glowing moon greeted him. He admired the millions of stars and stellar bodies, distant glowing galaxies that decorated the canvas of the heavens. He lost himself in the astronomy for who knows how long, until by chance he stumbled upon a mysterious glowing ball far across the infinite emptiness of space. Though it was impossible to tell for sure, it seemed like the object was drawing closer.

  This was the reason he was there in the first place. He pulled his eye away from the telescope and examined the object in the sky without aid. Almost unnoticeable, but it was still there, dangling in the distance. He bent low and examined some papers laying in the telescope case.

  “Hello Helio, you’re right on schedule,” Goddard muttered to himself with what seemed like mixed emotions, checking the timetables that were scrawled in his notes. He grabbed a short pencil and wrote something down. “Astral phenomenon number one: check.”

  Goddard would have loved to play with his telescope more, to observe the skies for as long as he possibly could without going in to work that day, but that was just not possible. The first flames of the morning rose from somewhere in the Kingdom sprawled below him, and he knew his fun was already over. As he disassembled and packed his tool back into its container, Goddard had only one constant, egging thought that haunted him then, and throughout the rest of his long day.

  Here we go again…

  It was an unnaturally sunny day in Hell; unnatural because Hell had no true sun to call its own. The giant ball of flames that hovered in the air high above the Kingdom of devils was artificial, created just this morning. The devil inhabitants, conjurers of flame, made the sun from scratch every single day. With the recent slight increases in temperature the devils found more energy in themselves, and as a result each citizen dedicated a little more oomph to their morning offering of flames.