Demon Be Mine Immortals Book One

Immortals Book One

by Michael Mandrake

Eli’s actions earn him a ticket to hell where he meets Zylen. Falling prey to their desires could cause him to lose his soul to the devil forever. 

Eli is a killer. Even in purgatory, the idea that his actions will go unpunished fuels him. However, the underworld’s newest resident is taken aback when he learns his new job won’t include what he loves most. Though he enjoys being a demon, he isn’t certain he’ll maintain his immortality. He must get over those barriers or suffer the consequences.

Zylen loves his occupation but being ignored by his supervisor makes life in the Realm difficult. He constantly questions himself, but his emotions won’t allow him to pull away. In the interim, he’s asked to take a student under his wing. Despite his feelings, he must complete the task given or face Lucifer’s wrath.

Eli must gain confidence or get kicked out of his home. Zylen’s teaching has to be successful or he’ll forfeit his boss’s trust. Can Eli pass and cement his relationship with Zylen under intense pressure?

Eli’s mental state is key to his survival.

Demon Be Mine features two men who find commonality and then love. If you enjoy a dark gay romance with demons, grab Demon Be Mine and satisfy your lust for morally bereft characters today!

All books in Immortals must be read in order for full enjoyment of the series.

Warning: This is a dark romance with torture, violence, and references to abuse.

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Pairings: M-M
Heat Level: 3
Romantic Content: 2
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: Ageless/Immortal
Protagonist 2 Age: Ageless/Immortal
Tropes: Hurt / Comfort
Word Count: 26795
Setting: Purgatory
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Same Universe / Various Characters

“Wh — where am I? Am I in hell?” As I spoke, my voice cracked, my mouth parched from lack of liquids. A shiver ran down my spine thinking about what had occurred that final night in my apartment.

As the devil Valios, had instructed, I’d gone home to meet with the demon known as Kajika. I’d been following this dancer, who I’d thought to be mortal. Now, however, I knew the truth, which ultimately became my undoing. After he seduced me, I lusted after him and attempted to hurt Kajika. Instead, he bit me as a vampire would, virtually ending my life.

The only reason I’d agreed, or actually, the Beast agreed, to meet with Kajika was to get the gift to satisfy my cravings to hurt women as I’d long desired. With that, I’d be invincible and not caught. Though it hadn’t deterred me from killing, I still feared being imprisoned, much like I was when living with my grandmother.


Feeling the pain of gravel under my flesh, I grimaced when I rolled my body to the right. I slowly lifted one eyelid and noticed the black sky above me. Not a single star could be seen.

“Where am I, Beast? Where?”

When I tried connecting with my other self, there was no answer.


Again, silence.

With a lot of effort, I forced the other eye open and slowly turned my head. The dimly lit cobblestone streets, broken in several places, looked oddly familiar. Like the ones in the Garden District or the French Quarter. I’d loved going there as an adult and a child. However, my most recent memories reminded me of my failure to kill my final victim.

Her name was Ophelia Dunham. I’d met her at a club and we’d gotten close over a three-day span, but in haste, my other self botched our opportunity and she got away. I’ll never forgive Beast for that because if it weren’t for his lust, we might still do what we love.

Killing and enjoying it.

I’d known no other pleasure more fulfilling.

Now, I’m dead with no clue of where I am. I don’t know if I’m in hell or caught somewhere else because the Most High may not have a place for me. Nevertheless, I must try to find the strength to stand and figure out my current existence.

Still befuddled, I tried my best to home in on my surroundings. Again, the place appeared to be a carbon copy of the area I’d once called home. Historical buildings that showed a lot of wear and tear with doors and numbers — noting the addresses, I supposed. There were no names on the signs, only directions. From the looks of it, I was now on a northern street with an eastern cross street.

“My dear boy, do you need attention from a local Keeper?”

A voice disturbed my train of thought and I had no idea who it was.


In moments, a grimy face with black eyes met mine. “Ah, you’re a new one. Probably cast here by Valios, eh?”

“Valios. Yes, I… he said he'd make me a … some kind of demon so I could be …”

Immediately the man roared and shook his head. “That ol’ Valios is up to his old tricks again. Did he tell you he’d make you a soul sucker?”

“I …” I only stared at the man, because I couldn’t recall exactly what the demon had said.

“By the confusion on your face, he did just that. Listen up son, I’ll help ya’ get to a Keeper … but for a price. You’re looking mighty worse for wear. No clothes and all.”

“I’m not wearing anything?” I struggled to lift my head to look at my body. My naked flesh had turned orange, almost matching my hair. I raised my arm and noted my hands looked larger than before, with black talons on the ends.

“No, son. You’re naked as the day you were born,” he laughed. “Welcome to Nouvelle Terre, my boy.”

“Nouvelle Terre. Is this hell or another place close to it?”

The man chuckled again and grabbed my arm so I could sit up straight. I glanced at my surroundings. Creatures that resembled animals or aliens walked about, acting as if they didn’t see a naked man in the middle of the street.

“It isn’t close to hell. This is purgatory, son. Now, like I said, I can get you to a Keeper if you’ve got money. How’s about a hundred dollars?” The grimy man, with dirty clothing to match his face, flashed a toothless smile at me.

“How can I pay you?” I spat. “I have no money. I don’t even have clothes!”

“I meant when you get squared away, son. You —”

“Leave him be, Achtumus!”

Another male’s voice boomed from the left and I heard footsteps on the gravel.

“Uh, damn. Well, good luck, kid. Here comes the head of the Keepers.” The man called Achtumus scampered in the other direction.

When I shifted around to see where he went, I noticed a bolt of fire catch him in the back and make him fall to the ground. I heard him moaning in the distance, then I saw him roll onto his side. Right then, I shuddered and my eyes stayed transfixed as that fire consumed his body. I surmised that the individual who’d warned him off me burned him.

“Are you all right?” The man’s deep voice shook me to my core.

Still shocked by the turn of events, I could not meet the other person’s eyes.

“No. The man there… you killed him.” I gulped hard and took a shallow breath.

“He’s not dead. You’re in Nouvelle Terre, Eli Peckard. You cannot die here unless your soul is taken away by one of the higher demons.”

“Oh.” Despite the man’s reassurance, I still couldn’t meet his gaze. “So I am in purgatory.”

“Yes, caught between heaven, earth, and hell. It is where my master deposited you,” the man said.


“Yes. He had mercy on your soul, for he sees you could become valuable to him if we go to war.”

Reviews:Desma on Amazon wrote:

New series but if your familiar with the author you know these characters. I definitely didn't like Eli in the N'awlins series but in this one I went from hating to kind of rooting for him. Eli is definitely coming into his new self with his abilities and his new mate by his side. I'm looking forward to see how this will play out. "I voluntarily reviewed an advanced copy of this book."

About the Author

Michael Mandrake pens complex characters already comfortable with their sexuality. Thorough these, he builds worlds not centered on erotica but rather the mainstream plots we might encounter in everyday life through personal experiences or the media.