The SRC: An Overview
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Monette does not know of her omnipotence — yet.
She does not know she's anything other than human.
One Saturday evening she is kidnapped and taken to the SRC, an academy in Hell where cambions and future servants of the Devil, Kragola, are trained how to unlock their potential. The Devil eventually grants all students the full force of their powers. This includes Monette, whose powers are far more potent than the others. Yet, his ego ignores the warnings from his servants.
The students are returned to the surface to fulfill their responsibilities as a servant to Hell. But after skillfully pretending for so long to be devoted to the Devil, Monette ignores the rules and missions given to her and goes on a vindictive rampage with her new powers — of which only a couple include shapeshifting and keeping people alive to feel the pain amidst wounds that would otherwise be fatal.
Those who have committed atrocities, and all who have wronged her and her family while she was 'alive', will find out that a prison sentence — if they'd even gotten one — will have been the most luxurious of their consequences.
Kragola tries to stop her rampage, but finds that her omnipotence matches his own. For this first time in his nearly eternal life, he is afraid. He knows who her last target is.
This series, originally starting with Where They Reside, has been in progress since 2020. The majority of it was outlined while I was in residential treatment for obsessive-compulsive disorder (OCD) and anxiety. At the time, I was trying to describe a feeling I didn't even know the name of. When I was diagnosed with post-traumatic stress disorder (PTSD) in 2024, I realized that is what the story had been about the entire time.
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From the slow-burn gothic backstory of Monette in the psychological horror novella Three Goats, to her vindictive rampage in Where They Reside, to the tides of Hell trying to take Earth in The Buildout, Five Sectors is a revenge story that spans three books and has a protagonist-turned-antagonist that some might just root for.
BOOK INFO
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THREE
GOATS
A NOVELLA
A family trapped in their own house by the devil.​
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If you leave, you die.
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If help comes, they die. Then you die.
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He wants only one thing - the family's daughter, Monette Müller.
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WHERE THEY RESIDE
A NOVEL
Monette Müller.​
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Cambion. Shape-shifter. Vindictive.
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Once unaware of her powers, now so powerful she fears not the Devil.
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THE
BUILDOUT
A NOVEL
Death counts in the millions.
An alliance between twenty-seven countries.
The only way to stop them is to bring the war to where they reside — Hell — and dismantle it one Sector at a time.
WHERE THEY RESIDE FILE ONE
CHAPTER SEVEN SCENE THREE​
CONTENT WARNING: GORE
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"Do you have to out me?"
"Do you have to out me?"
Princeton's vintage executive chair squeals as he leans back. "Under the circumstances I'm not obligated to break confidentiality, no."
Ellit adjusts his Kubota cap. "Oh, thank you kindly! It means a heck-a-lot. I already swore to the big man I'd never—"
"But," he interrupts, lifting a pruny index finger, "I can't promise karma won't catch up. I'm no superstitious man, but in this, I believe."
"Oh, I know, b'leeve me. Ain't a single night goes by I don't feel the guilt. Don't think I'll ever forgive myself, if I'm honest witcha." Elliot removes his glasses and dabs his eyes with a tissue, stinging from the onset of tears.
"Me neither."
That wasn't Princeton's voice. Elliot tenses. He lowers the tissue and through the blurriness of his vision are two glowing lavender dots where Princeton's eyes once were and long charcoal hair where his short brown hair once was — and, he puts his glasses on to find a woman where Princeton once was.
"Who are you?" he croaks, clinging on to hope it's another episode.
The woman jerks her leg under the desk. A gurney squeaks out, the upper-half of Princeton's body laying flat on the blood-sodden mattress.
The woman jerks her leg under the desk. A gurney squeaks out, the upper-half of Princeton's body laying flat on the soggy, blood-soaked mattress. "Ellie, please help me!" the corpse wails as carmine tears drool down its cheeks. With a sound similar to noodles being stirred, its bowels unravel from its body like a hose reel, wrapping Elliot and fastening him to the chair. Elliot vomits onto his lap and struggles against the viscous ropes.
"Fucking hexe!"
"Say my name, darling." The woman's voice, while gentle, reverberates through the walls.
"Ain't got a single clue 'bout your goddamned name!"
"Say it."
As a wave of heat washes through his body, his muscles relax and he succumbs to sleepiness. I must do as told. I want to do as told. As the woman stands up, he remembers her face and everything he had done. "Monette."
Monette's mandible detaches from her skull and dangles by threads of stretched and torn flesh and muscle, forming a toothy open-mouth smile large enough to fit a small man. With each step of the looming woman, vibrations are sent throughout the room.
Elliot's poppy back on the farm used to tell him to reap what you sow - so, he holds his eyelids shut, accepting that, this time, he will not go without punishment.​​