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    Satan's Son
    Satan's Son
    Satan's Son
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    Satan's Son

    By Aaron Pery

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    This procedure doesn't always work as intended though, and to his chagrin, Satan discovers that his latest son Morael had been installed in the body of a mentally deficient human host from whom he can learn very little. To correct this error, Satan installs a new and much improved mind in Morael's host's body to complete his proper education.
    The story follows the lives of the people affected by this rectification until Satan considers his son worthy and fully ready to perform the tasks bequeathed him by his birthright.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAaron Pery
    Release dateMay 2, 2012
    ISBN9781476296234
    Satan's Son
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    Aaron Pery

    As most authors might claim, I was always been a natural storyteller and voracious book reader. Somehow, I also knew that some day I would sit down and write a book, which I did quite recently.When I finally sat in front of my computer monitor to do just that, the words literally came pouring out. Before very long, I had written many books in various genres.At first, my prolific writing was mainly for the pleasure and self-entertainment involved, until I discocered Smashwords and ebooks, and here I am, a published author with a long list of books to my credit. And many more to come.

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      Satan's Son - Aaron Pery

      Satan's Son

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      Copyright 2012 by Aaron Pery

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      Satan's Son

      Chapter 1

      The line at the supermarket checkout, though not long, moved at an annoying snail's pace. Frank Blackwell had stopped at the market on the way home on an impulse when he remembered that he and his wife had missed buying a few items during their weekend food shopping. He had joined the fast-moving line at the 'cash only' register at first, only to realize once reaching the cashier that he did not have enough cash with him. When he moved to a line where credit cards were accepted, he was irked when the checker worked rather slowly on a large order.

      The other lines are just as bad as this one, so if you're planning on moving to another one you're going to have to wait just as long. The chuckling deep voice, sounding almost masculine, said behind him.

      Frank turned and smiled at the woman. Yeah, you're right on both counts. I was about to gather my stuff and try another cashier which, the way things always work in a market, will probably take even longer than this one. She was about twenty-five, Frank estimated, with a beautiful face surrounded by flowing long blond hair and the deepest blue eyes he had ever seen. Looking closer, he quickly averted his eyes from the exposed cleavage of her massive bosom, his face turning red when he realized that he had stared at it so openly.

      The woman noticed Frank's discomfort and laughed with her enticingly deep voice. Don't feel bad because you looked at my big boobs. Everybody's always doing it.

      Frank could not avert his eyes as the young woman leaned toward him, exposing more of her creamy breasts. I try to be a gentleman at all time, my dear young lady, even when confronted with such a beautifully enticing décolleté.

      She responded with a giggle, which made her immense breasts undulate. You sure talk funny, mister, but I like you being a gentleman. She extended her hand. Name's Catherine Ellis and everyone calls me Cat.

      Frank took the offered hand and shook it. Frank Blackwell. Pleased to make your acquaintance, Cat, which is a very appropriate name for you.

      Nobody ever introduced himself to me this way before. I like that. She held on to his hand and whispered. You a married man, Frank?

      I sure am. For forty years by now, to the same lovely woman.

      You telling me you ain't the fooling around kind of husband? There was a note of disappointment in Catherine's voice.

      Frank was pleased with her reaction. That was a kind thing to say to an old man.

      Old? What's age got to do with anything? You're a handsome devil, Frank, and a very sexy man. I bet women try to jump your bones all the time.

      Flustered by her response, Frank turned to look at the cashier, who had just finished with the customer ahead of him. Oh, my turn. It was nice chatting with you, Cat.

      Likewise, Frank. I hope we bump into each again.

      That would be nice.

      Frank had his credit card out and was ready to pay for his purchase when he felt the first constriction in his chest. A moment later, the pain became so intense that the card dropped out of his suddenly numb hand as a series of hammer-like thumps pounded his heart and he began swaying, large black circles swirling his vision. He felt himself dropping backward, incapable of preventing it from happening and the last sound he heard before the blackness in his mind became total, was that of Catherine gasping while grabbing him in an attempt to prevent him from falling to the floor.

      The cashier and the customers looked with horror as the tall, well-dressed man was caught by the hefty woman, who dropped to the floor with him and immediately put her mouth on his in the classical poise of mouth-to-mouth resuscitation that all had seen so many times on television. She continued her attempt to breath life into the old man's failing body for ten minutes until the paramedics arrived and gently removed her before trying to do the same with a variety of medical instruments.

      One of the paramedics helped Catherine to her feet once they put Frank on a stretcher. You know this man?

      Catherine did not answer. Her labored breathing sounded loud in the confined space as her eyes suddenly lost their focus and turned inward. The paramedic tried to grab her before she fell but her blouse tore in his hand as Catherine pitched backward, her head hitting the edge of a shopping cart with a loud thud.

      Chapter 2

      The woman sitting next to Catherine's bed gave her an encouraging smile when she opened her eyes. She thought that the elegantly dressed and made up older woman looked genuinely concerned, which was confirmed when she spoke.

      How do you feel?

      Like I've been run over by a fucking truck. My head hurts like hell.

      Not surprising after the nasty fall you had suffered in the supermarket.

      Catherine put her hand to her throbbing head and felt the bandage around it. What happened? Feels like my head's been shaved.

      They had to do that, I'm afraid. You fell against the edge of a cart, which tore your scalp from the back almost to your forehead, which necessitated that they fix it with over sixty stitches.

      Catherine tried to smile. Like falling timber? That's what happens when you're as fat as I am.

      That's a silly thing to say, dear. It was just a nasty fall, that's all. And you're not fat, kind of more like a highly curvaceous big girl.

      Nice of you to say that. How long have I been out?

      A little over a week, on and off because you's suffered a serious concussion. But don't worry, the X-rays show that you weren't hurt too badly.

      Catherine pushed herself to a sitting position. Who are you? You sure don't look like a nurse.

      I'm not. My name is Michelle Blackwell, and please call me Michelle. You were hurt after trying to save my husband's life.

      Catherine looked distressed. He's dead?

      I buried him on Sunday, a week ago. Michelle answered in a painful voice.

      Oh, shit.

      Exactly my feeling. I'll miss him terribly.

      But why are you here? Shouldn't you be with your family, mourning?

      Michelle gave her a lopsided smile. No kids, and barely any family alive that we cared for. It was always just the two of us.

      Sounds like you're a loner. Like me, I guess, Mrs. Blackwell.

      Yes, you could put it this way. And I insist that you call me Michelle.

      Still, why are you here at such a sad time in your life? I would've thought that you'd rather be sitting at home and crying your heart out right now.

      Michelle gave Catherine a surprised look. Strange for her to ask this kind of question. Not just her understanding of my situation but the way she expresses herself. From the little I know about her she's supposed to be barely educated, so how come she's so erudite?

      The door opened before Michelle had a chance to answer, and a doctor and nurse entered the room. Good, The doctor said. I see our patient has finally woken up. How d'you feel, Elsie?

      I hate that name. It's Catherine, not Elsie, and I prefer Cat.

      The doctor was taken aback slightly by her vehemence but did not react. Okay, Cat. So how do you feel?

      Fine. Actually, I had quite a headache when I woke up, but it seems to be diminishing quickly. And I'm starved.

      Which is an excellent signs of recovery. He took off the clamps that held the bandage on Catherine's head and took it off, then clucked his tongue in amazement when he checked her scalp. You've got amazing recuperative powers, young lady. It looks like your injury is almost completely healed, so much so that I might as well cut the stitches and pull them out right now. Try to lean forward so it'll be easier to do, but tell me if your head starts swirling or you feel light-headed.

      Catherine raised her knees and leaned her face against them. Nothing, Doc. Go ahead and snip to your heart's content, just make sure not to cut my locks accidentally.

      The doctor laughed. I'm glad you don't feel dizzy, and that you have such a good sense of humor. And don't worry about your hair, it'll grow back quickly.

      Catherine barely responded to the feel of the cold surgical scissors on her skull, only wincing slightly when the nurse spread what she thought was iodine on the exposed wound. Done? She asked when the nurse pushed her gently back to the pillow.

      Not yet. The doctor gave her a thorough examination before smiling. Everything seems to be in order. Also, if you're to eat any solid foods and be able to go to the bathroom afterward, we need to unhook you from the glucose solution and pull the plumbing tube out.

      The what?

      The catheter. You've been peeing into a bag while you were unconscious. I'll take it out as soon as Mrs. Blackwell steps out for a moment.

      Michelle responded by touching Catherine warmly on the shoulder first. It's nothing, really. I had it done not too long ago when they took out my appendix, and I barely felt it come out.

      Thanks, Mish.

      Michelle returned just as the nurse covered Catherine. Perfect timing, Mrs. Blackwell. I'm going to order breakfast for Catherine in a moment. Would you like to have some, too? You've been here for hours keeping a vigil over her and I know you haven't had anything to eat.

      Thank you, doctor, I'd like that. But no hospital crap for me, please. I'd like some sunny side up eggs, bacon, and potatoes. Oh, and a pot of coffee.

      As you wish, Mrs. Blackwell. The doctor said, sounding almost obsequious. He turned to Catherine. "The way your wound has been healing I'll probably release you out of here

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