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Authors: Andreas Wiesemann

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Succubus Tear

By

Andreas Wiesemann

 

Illustrations by

Jimmy Lang

 

Edited by

Kelly M

 

Table of Contents

Preface

Acknowledgements

Chapter 1; Cain Lamentson

Chapter 2; Charlie Tsukada

Chapter 3; Despair and Dreams

Chapter 4; An Intrusion to Hell

Chapter 5; Humanistic Balance

Chapter 6; First Passions

Chapter 7; Waters and Light

Chapter 8; Reality Is Stranger Than You Think

Chapter 9; The Authority of Existence

Chapter 10; Jealousy Becomes Al’bah

Chapter 11; Wheels Within Wheels

Chapter 12; The First of Many Days

Chapter 13; Setting the Trap

Chapter 14; Works of Adoration

Chapter 15; Did I Miss Something

Chapter 16; Truth Is Not Always Gentle

Chapter 17; Close to My Heart

Chapter 18; Warm

Chapter 19; The Beginnings of Hardship

Chapter 20; Cain Meets Walter Stratton

Chapter 21; Captive Interest

Chapter 22; I Am in the Pain of Loneliness

Chapter 23; Enter Stella Fullson

Chapter 24; Answering to the Law

Chapter 25; Hat Trick

Chapter 26; New Perspective and New Direction

Chapter 27; Familiar Is Not Always Better

Chapter 28; Innocent Guilt

Chapter 29; There Is Nothing So Seductive as a Second Chance

Chapter 30; Blue-Eyed Observations

Chapter 31; Self-Destiny Comes from a Mind Made-Up

Chapter 32; Difference between Law and Good

Chapter 33; The Crisis

Chapter 34; Reunited

Chapter 35; Why Do You Tremble

Chapter 36; Plans within Plans

Chapter 37; Painful Ignorance

Chapter 38; Stella and Al’bah

Chapter 39; The Will of One Who Loves Another

Chapter 40; What Makes One Worthy of Love?

Chapter 41; A Closed Heart

Chapter 42; Next Step

Chapter 43; The Blessing of a Hateful Friend

Chapter 44; The Line Between Friend and Foe

Chapter 45; Taken Forcibly What Would Have Been Left Behind Willingly

Chapter 46; Broken Friendship

Chapter 47; Love Is Beautiful

Chapter 48; New Beginnings

Chapter 49; Wanderings in the Desert

Chapter 50; Full Circle

Chapter 51; Al’bah’s Worth

Chapter 52; Life, Warmth, and Worth

Chapter 53; Separation of Pasts

Chapter 54; Al’bah’s Fury, Cain’s Punishment

Chapter 55; Unified Dream

Chapter 56; Because He Is God!

Chapter 57; What Do You Have Left, When All Is Taken

Chapter 58; The Wellses

Chapter 59; The End of Strength

Chapter 60; Where Worth Lies

Chapter 61; Cain Explains

Chapter 62; Switched Perspective

Chapter 63; Al’bah’s Labor

Chapter 64; Pastor Ray Hughes

Chapter 65; Worth

Chapter 66; What Legacy Exalts You Above All Men?

Chapter 67; Love at Last

Chapter 68; The Wedding

Chapter 69; The Call of the Nephelim

Epilogue; Charlie and Stella

Epilogue; Walter, Jeannette, and Shane

Epilogue; Cain and Al’bah

Translations

Book two; The Greatest of all Nephelim

Chapter 1; Rinnah Lamentson

Chapter 2; Gifts from Rinnah

Acknowledgements

We all start somewhere, and I started writing Succubus Tear with many people who were not writers thinking highly of me.

I knew I needed something more, and I turned to a group of writers.
www.thenextbigwriter.com

From there, I have met writers who helped me along the way; helping me unlock a potential that still has a long, long way to go. Here, I give them my thanks, and acknowledgement.

J l mo
(Jeanie Morales, Author of Tierra Tree)
Dagnee
E.M. Havens
(“bimm
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Author of
Fate War Alliance
)
Juan G
(Juan Gutierrez, Author of
The Rise of Bob McDoogal
)
Rain Walker (Author of Walking Contradiction)
Amy s
(Author of Mandates of Magic)
Mariana Reuter
(Author of Amber Eyes)
Unbar
(Author of Secrets of Murienar)
Mark3535
(Author of A child of two worlds)
Seabrass
(Author of Closure)

CJ Driftwood
(Author of Into the Fog, dawn of the Tiger)

Memphis Trace
(Author of Good at dying)

And to those who are not necessarily writers, but read and enjoyed my story.

Nancy Kintz

Frank Wiesemann

Dawn Moore

Preface

Succubus Tear was written as a need.

Funny how things work out in your life, but there it is all the same. When I started to write Succubus Tear it was during perhaps the worst year(s) of my life.

There I was, an xray tech, CT tech, father, husband, working a full time job and going to school full time as well.

My life wasn’t easy before; financial, marital, or professional. So one can imagine how much more difficult things like that become when all aspects of my life became strained even moreso.

And through it all, I had to write. Not that I wanted to, or needed to… I had to.

As a car emits exhaust, the stresses and pressure I was under produced the idea, and later the story behind Succubus Tear.

I am a dreamer. I am a Pisces. And, I am a Christian.

For Succubus Tear, I wanted a story that had a strong presence of my faith, and a strong presence of love, romance, and the struggles many undergo.

But, I wanted more for my own story. And so, I leaned heavily upon the one thing I always had; my wonderment.

This wonderment will separate me from a lot of mainstream Christians. I do not believe for one second that my particular interpretations of existence are true. I just like to believe that they are possible.

And, if you’re reading this, it means that I have achieved a dream. This great work I have done is now being seen by your eyes. Not that I use the word ‘great’ to exult what I done, but that the work I did was difficult.

Even now, I wanted Succubus Tear to be so much more. Illustrations, audio-novelization, and much more.

All the illustrations within are done by Jimmy Lang, with varying degrees of budget. As I continue to learn, and continue to practice patience, I will get to make Succubus Tear an audio novel, and a graphic novel.

Thank you,

-Andreas Wiesemann

Chapter 1

Cain Lamentson

“I love you, Cain. God loves you. I don’t know why I didn’t see that, to you, rejection of God and love are one in the same. When I chose to believe in you, I was choosing to break my own heart.”

—Cynthia Ronalds

 

Cain watched concrete ooze from the ass end of the
 truck, reminding him of wet dog food that always took its damned time to slide out of the can. It mounded as a thick, heavy, half-frozen paste that was impossible to move, thanks to the weather.

“Ice-cold gruel for you children! Please, sir, do ya want some more?” the driver of the truck bawled out with a nasal voice.

Cain started to spread the concrete, not even bothering to look up; he was in a bad mood.

It was the third day in a row that he had to work in wet weather.
 His mood wasn't foul because of the rain. After all, he was a construction worker; days like these were a part of the job description. What he didn’t like was the freezing cold. Winter in the city seemed to hold an everlasting vendetta against any light or warmth. The cold repaid a half-decent day with three days of hell—frozen hell, at that. Those days, with biting wind and rain refusing to turn to snow despite the subzero temperature, were particularly spiteful, freezing your coffee before you had a chance to drink it.

If one can even believe that crappy outdoor thermometer!
Cain grumbled in his head while he eyed the sky. “This building will never get done if the foundation doesn’t dry and cure correctly,” he said through clenched teeth as the eternal slate-gray sky indifferently spattered his face. The other workers paid no attention to him, and it was just as well. He had no desire for the vulgar small talk which thrived at every construction site he had ever known.

Another load of cold gray concrete slopped into the forms as the driver bawled out again, “Moooore!”

Cain returned to the task at hand, his muscular shoulders and strong back burned from the effort as sweat wetted his brow and stung his dark brown eyes. He grabbed a handful of his shirt to wipe his face.

“Woo! Take it all off! Let the ladies see that six-pack!”

Cain glared at the fat jack-off in the truck. “Shut your fat face!”

 

***

 

At last, the rest of the concrete was poured and smoothed out. Cain checked his cell phone: 1:22.
Good, I’m starving anyway!
he thought to himself as he walked off to find Charlie, his best friend for over ten years.

Cain quickly found him,
 fully occupied, flirting with a pretty woman across the street from the jobsite. Cain sighed a bit in relief, hoping it was a sign Charlie was finally getting over his last girlfriend. The sigh ended in a bit of a cough as the memory of Holly brought forth his guilt over her tragic death.

A sudden wind picked up; the cold was even more intense than before, thanks to his sweat-drenched clothes. Making up his mind, Cain decided not to interrupt and went off alone. As he walked, he started to think about the next job assignment he was likely to go for.
Perhaps south this time, to a warmer climate. I am so sick of the cold and—

“And you, sir, have you accepted Jesus Christ as your personal Savior?”

Cain looked up, so absorbed in his thoughts he didn’t realize he took Church Street and was now confronted by one of the local outreach Baptists.

“You know, Jesus? God in the flesh? Lord and Savior of all mankind, who died for your sins?”

“No.”

The Christian seemed taken aback. “Would you like to hear about Jesus?” he asked, his foolish grin slipping.

Cain scowled. “No.”

“I see.” The pseudo-friendly expression on the young Christian’s face disappeared. “Well, I’ll be praying for you.”

Cain resumed walking. “Save it for yourself, or better yet—”

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