Sneak peek

“Life has a funny way of putting you exactly in the right place at the right time. Or maybe it’s just perspective. Like that famous saying goes “What is normal for the spider is chaos for the fly”. And I am nothing if not a spider amongst flies. ” -N

A note from Miss Maddie; this book mixes dark humor, grotesque horror, and seductive narration. The narrator is an entity who delights in cruelty and has no problem talking to you directly. He loves to blur the line between observer and participant. N has no problem with pushing the boundaries, and pointing out all of the atrocities that humans have no problem inflicting on each other. 

Expect the unexpected from this book because our host loves the unexpected.

Because our host has his perclevities, I wanted to warn you of what is to follow; this book contains graphic depictions of violence and gore, familicide, and body horror, including harm to children and unborn fetuses. Themes of sexual assault (implied), suicide, racism, religious trauma, psychological manipulation, and substance use are present throughout. The story features demonic possession, references to slavery and racial violence, and disturbing content involving spiritual corruption and ritual death.

Reader discretion is strongly advised. 

Prologue:

Answering the questions, where did N come from? How did N end up on our plane? And other seemingly important details about our favorite “demon” guide. 

So, how did N get to possessing and causing chaos on the highest levels? It all started in a little town in Catania, Sicily in October of 1619.

According to the obituary posted to the marketplace announcement board of the largest market in Catania, the Aiello’s were a poor farming family that lived on the outskirts of town. They were once famous for having the best milk and beef in all of the market. They had fallen from grace when the son of its founder, one Gino Aiello Jr., became a lush and spent the family’s fortune on women and card games at the local pub. In record time too, the father had only been dead for 10 years when they found themselves on debts door. And really they were only living on reserves for the last three years. 

The matriarch of the family was this lovely little, but mighty woman named Alberta. She was once strong enough to make a 1600 lb bull mind and a look in her eye that would make a wolf run. But that was before the stroke, and then her sweet Gino died and she became a shell of herself, bedridden for 10 long years. Not even able to bathe, feed, or even wipe herself. 

The only good thing Gino Jr. had done in his whole life was convince sweet 16 year old Primula to marry him. They quickly started popping out children, who grew up and popped out more children. This made the great Alberta, a great-great grandmother.

I’ll take it from here, darling. I’m N, the entity with the fast pass to all of my greatest performances. Your guide to “N’s Greatest Hits”! Let’s proceed, shall we?  

The funny thing is that I would never have known about Alberta, Gino, Gino Jr., and all of their sweet little offspring, if it wasn’t for sweet, heart of gold, scholarly Martin Aiello. He was so damn desperate to save that silly little farm that he did the worst possible thing he could do. 

He asked for my help. 

Now it’s not his fault, per say. How could he have known that my summoning scroll was mistranslated by those foolish scholars. Stupid Italians had no idea how to read Celtic writing, HA! Those imbeciles thought I was the god Lugh, a Celtic harvest god known for taking animal sacrifices in exchange for good crops. 

Martin, sweet, sweet Martin, he was so desperate, he stole that scroll from his university and brought it home. He thought that if he took the last two cows their farm had, gathered the whole family (per the instructions that were properly translated) and said the incantation to bring me from my plane of existence. 

Ah, TerraPlane, how I miss my home. TerraPlane is so different from Earth.I suppose you people would refer to it as “hell”. But it is nothing like how the “bible” describes. No fire, brimstone, no sinners roasting over an open fire. It’s grand, elegant, there are no sinners, just us what you would call demons, devils, imps, incubus, succubus, all of those delightful little critters. 

Oh but you don’t want to hear about that, do you? I was here to tell you all of my horrible deeds, yes?