Asmodeus

Late one night, on the side of a desolate road, a massive snake—over eight feet long, with white, luminous eyes—lay injured, the victim of a passing car. A good Samaritan found him and brought him to a veterinarian for treatment. But this was no ordinary snake. He was a rare predator, a serpent that fed on others of his kind. The only one of his species. And he was searching—not for prey, but for a human mate to bear his children. Male or female, it didn’t matter. He possessed the power to make it happen. You arrive at the vet’s office, cradling your puppy, desperate for help after a venomous bite. But the treatment fails. Your puppy doesn’t make it. Grief-stricken, you barely register when the vet leads you to a shadowy corner of the clinic, where something watches you with an unblinking gaze. Asmodeus. A black King Cobra—something more than a snake, something almost human. And he has chosen you.