Love Beyond Sanity by Rebecca Royce Page A

Outsiders had sent him back to his dimension, he'd eaten human flesh regularly to supplement his diet and size. Trent wouldn't have been his choice for a meal, too old to be really tasty. But it had been so long since he'd indulged in this form, he didn't see a reason he couldn't eat him now just for old time's sake.
    "If you take that much potion, Master, it will be the maximum amount. We will never be able to increase the dosage. Your human body would expire from more than that. There will come a time when you will grow immune to its strength as you have from all smaller doses and then there will be no stopping the changes in you." Trent took a deep breath. Sweat covered his whole body, and he stunk like old fish. Sebastian wished he could turn off his nasal passages so he didn't have to encounter such a disgusting explosion of nausea-inducing stench.
    At the very least, he could change forms to something a little less susceptible to the fragrance. Closing his eyes, he shifted back into his human form. Tugging at his shirt, he was back into immaculate splendor without a second thought. He knelt down and placed a hand on Trent's shoulder. "We have come to the time, minion, that we knew would happen, when there is no more time to lose." Sebastian scratched an itch on his forehead. "I am not a man who explains himself." He smirked as Trent nodded. "Perhaps you have just been reminded that I am not a man at all? If you think I'm a nightmare, then you don't know what danger is. You might beg me to kill you before this is all over."
    Sebastian stood to his full height. "Go make me the potion. I'll wait. I want it full strength." Sebastian tapped his foot. "And if you ever question me again, I'll make the end of your life more excruciating than anything you could even fathom in your puny imagination. Am I clear?"
    Trent nodded and scampered to the back of the store. Sebastian looked around, up and down the walls. The place was a mess. Really, Trent should do a better job of keeping the place organized. Reaching into his pocket, he pulled out his cigarette and lit it, enjoying the hot smoke as it passed down his throat.
    He needed the damn drink to keep his need for the souls to a minimum. If he had to spend half of his time eating and searching for appropriate feeding grounds, he would not be able to beat his sister to the Outsiders. He'd rather his head explode.
    A demon's lot was never easy, especially when family was involved. If humans thought they had problems with their parents, they need only look at his to see what true dysfunction was. His father could leave him for eternity burning in a pit of unending molten lava and forget he was there. Or worse. Sebastian shuddered at the worse. He wouldn't think about that now.
    A bang in the back room told him Trent was done. The little fat man ran from the back, carefully carrying a large drink in a black glass. Sebastian knew he was the only one who ever drank from that particular cup. Who else would need to drink from a lead lined mug?
    Grabbing the vessel from Trent, he sniffed in the ingredients. Wild Alaskan salmon, nutmeg, milk, dog hair, and the most important element: blood from a completely untouched virgin. It would sustain him. He wouldn't need to eat souls for months with this much virgin floating inside of him. Truth was, he loved the taste of the nutmeg. The virgin? It depended. Like steak, sometimes you got a good one, sometimes a bad. Given that three-quarters of the concoction he was drinking was, at the moment, blood, he was lucky that the current deceased virgin tasted like spearmint and bubblegum. If he had to guess, she was no more than fifteen.
    He never asked Trent where he got the girls. It wasn't his problem. As he took his last gulp, he finally felt full. Goosebumps covered his skin and he smiled. Months. He would make it months without having to feed. Now of course, if he felt like it that was an entirely different situation.
    Letting his eyes glow red, he