Introduction

Lucifer's Son is a series of temptation, of good vs evil and explores real terror as Russia's Master of Horror Sergey Mavrodi introduces us to his world... the world of angels and devils, of Lucifer and Lucifer's son, the world of temptation and seduction in his latest masterpiece of deviltry and suspense. In a world of horror and fear that is almost too realistic to be fiction, Mavrodi's characters burst forth from the pages, come alive and open up their innermost beings... dark –sometimes vile – revelations that will shock and astound the reader, who--while filled with fear and anxiety--will be unable to put LUCIFER'S SON down until the last terrifying climax. “This Imaginative, Dark Fantasy explores the innate depravity in the hearts of man…Kristine Morris, Foreword Magazine Reviews. “…deliciously creepy explorations of the macabre.” Kirkus Reviews

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Excerpt

Fallen angel, friend of mine!
Take me to your home divine
Bring me there, let me be
Hid with thee.

Over hill, over dale,
Over a river, tranquil and tame—
Sing me a song, tell me nothing is wrong
Today.

Tell me there is always hope,
Tell me to forget my woes,
That wrongdoing does no harm—
As it sometimes goes

Tell me all soon shall be well:
Problems will end, struggles will quell.
We’ll arrive to our home to dwell—
Straight to hell.

Tell me, angel of the night
A tale of dreams broken in daily strife
Of traces of fortune left in the wake
Of a life that was fake.

Tell me a tale of betrayals and lie
How to cheat whom you love on the sly.
Let’s talk of the filthiest human crud,
Of Judas’ blood.

So, how are things in hell?
Are you, guys, all doing well?
I’ll drop in on you some week
For a drink.

In a hurry? What a shame.
Please come back to me some day.
Check on me from time to time—
You’re divine.


The Angel

A gentle whisper of a breeze—
Sound of an angel’s wings.
He comes in and stands by me
Quietly.

Would you say at least a word?
Prophesy luck and reward?
Tell me I have earned some rest.
That I’m blessed.

I’m weary, my friend
Of the Earth’s toil and regret
I have seen enough of strife
In my life.

I have sinned, I know my faults
My mistakes I can’t recall
Go back to heaven’s realm—
Fare thee well.

A gentle whisper of a breeze—
Flap another angel’s wings
A black shadow comes to me
Quietly.

JACK.

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As tired as he was, Fedor sat still on a slim folding stool near the dying fire and stared into the red, twinkling embers while trying to fight sleep. His heavy eyelids were closing. All he wanted was to sleep. If he could only stand up and make his way to the tent, get inside, toss himself on an air mattress and go to sleep at once! Well, first he would have to kill all mosquitoes in the tent, although there were only a scantfew of them around on that warm July evening. ... view entire excerpt...

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