Another wonderful week is underway.
Susan Hanniford Crowley over at Nights of Passion asked me if I would write something about the birth of my creatures, the Aequitas for Halloween. I said, “Umm, okay, what would you like to know.”
Tell us about the development of your beings for the book Aequitas?
How you came up with the history or mythology?
How much is based on real mythology?
How much did you add or created to make your world?
There they were the questions to which Susan wanted me to perform the autopsy of my being the aequitas with. This is where, I role up my sleeve and pull on my none-latex gloves. I pause for a moment, is this were the magic of the world I created for the reader is pulled back and they get a glimpse into the neurotic writer’s brain? Probably, but I’m willing to go there, just for you, the reader.
Auria was the first image that formed in my mind. I was seeing through the eyes of my hero, Etienne and this gorgeous female dressed in white leather yet internally dark strolled toward him. He is sucked deep into her. But what mortal male wouldn’t be?
I had no idea, what she was when I saw her strutting forward but she intrigued Etienne and me. What was the duplicity we saw in her? Then, I asked myself what hasn’t been done? We have hybrids of creatures coming out of the woodwork lately. Half werewolves and vamp, shifters in all types of mixes so what would be fresh?
Here is where my critique partner G. Jillian Stone would say, Mason goes esoteric. I’m thinking hard as I go on my morning jog trying to figure what hasn’t been done? Think, Mason. And Voila!! The idea came to me, part angel and demon creatures. Great how on God’s green earth am I going to make this believable. Why would anyone create such a mix of beings? It hasn’t been done probably because you need a reason? Like an angel and demon fall in love and make babies. Lol. Often the most logical reason. But that would take a lot of back-story to have an entire society of them. Something with equal part good and evil in them, always fighting to stabilize the good side, inside them. Then I thought what if humanoids where host to equal part powerful angel soul and demon. Oh… now there is something for me to consider and I did.
More jogging followed. And yet some more. Why because I had this unique idea but now I had to build a word that need these creatures. Then as if from the back of my mind, all those Roman Catholic Sunday school teachings came back to me about the war in heaven. Strange things come out of war, as we have all learned over the ages. I wasn’t the first to use the battle in God’s kingdom but I was going out of the usual box. I was going to do angels and demons fighting over humans but with a twisted spine. This is just not how my derangement works. What if the war didn’t end? Maybe they need peacekeepers? But what would these peacekeepers be doing? What would angels be needing to be keep an eye on about? This is the harder part because really anyone could believe demons where up to no good but what about angels? Not such an easy sale right? A very small but powerful light bulb went on. Us, it’s always about living beings and the forces of good or evil messing around with our freewill. Sure angels use their influence for good but what if that messed with universal fairness? Oh, you see where I’m going with this, don’t you? If you don’t keep reading. If we truly have freewill, even someone out to help us for the forces of good is manipulating, our ability to use the sacred gift given to us by God. Right? As far as I know freewill is something God gave us? That’s what I learned in Sunday school, Catholic school, from many a priests and the bible.
Maybe, I think this way, because even when someone is manipulating me for my own good, I feel betrayed. I really don’t like it. I’m weird. I don’t care if all turns out for the better mistakes are mine to make and I won’t let anyone take that from me. Yes, I’m a tad pig headed. Psst, don’t tell anyone. Shsh.
Okay, so now I got the reasons to backup why an elite force of supernatural being were created and what their job was but I didn’t have a name for them. At the route of their job was policing the forces of light and dark.
Mason, has a thing for languages, Latin and Greek mostly plus French and English the two I write, speak and read. Latin relates to my Catholic background. It seemed fitting to look for a word in Latin. I looked up the Latin word for justice and came up with:
aequitas equitas : justice, fairness, equity
I liked the first word a lot. And I christened my creations the Aequitas.
What are the Aequitas?
They are humanoids who:
Travel through realms and planets.
They are immortal.
They can fly with angel’s wings that come out of their back, they can learn to harness inner peace, and work on the side of what is just.
They can communicate telepathically.
They exchange blood to share their most sacred gift a part of their soul.
They have demon strength, cunningness, and speed.
Their eyes turn black when using demon attributes.
They can collect and release souls.
They are a race of slaves, born into servitude.
Where would the story start? I have a think for drama so I don’t like to start too early. I often start the story to late and get, asked to back up. I prefer you learn information as the plot advances. Since I suspect my readers are humans, I thought a good place to ground them given a lot of weird stuff happens from page one was Earth in modern day. A nice city park. I could have tossed you another curve ball, but I’m already knees deep in way out there stuff.
I find the best way for me to write fresh is to read the mythology and move away from what people know about those ideas. Otherwise, I’m making a poor imitation of a classic tale.
Once I figured out who, what, where, when and WHY. The reason I capitalized why is because everything that happens has to have a why. I’m asking you, the reader to pay attention to information that might seem insignificant at the time but is part of the greater puzzle. I suspect if you picked up my book, you know, its a paranormal thriller and you looking for a tense ride with some passion along the way.
Thanks Susan for allowing me to share my creatures with your readers.
Aequitas I: Betrayal by a.c.Mason
The Aequitas, part angel and demon, have kept the balance between the forces of good and evil — until now.
When Etienne Grant is kidnapped and transformed into an Aequitas, marriage to Auria is the only thing that will save his soul.
Auria is a beautiful but efficient Aequitas, a General who wants nothing to do with love. A former lover has plans to prevent any hope of happiness with her new husband, and after murdering his own best friend and forcing Auria to join his rebellion, the balance between good and evil spirals out of control.
Can Etienne’s tenderness melt Auria’s cold heart and heal the pain of their secret pasts? Their very survival depends on it.
A taste:
A female form approached, clad in white clothing that accented her brown skin.
The endless depths of her black onyx gaze mesmerized him, seemed to hold him captive. His surroundings faded.
Eyes he’d seen before, but where and when?
He tried to blink but could not. A euphoric daze came over him as the dark abyss of her eyes pulled him in further.
Her small fingers shoved his chest, and he soared into the air.
Oh no!
As his body slammed to the ground, he gasped. His lungs clutched for air. How could such a petite feminine creature overpower him?
A seraphic beauty or a demon?
She leapt, rising in the dark of night, steel heels gleaming. Crap! Yet he didn’t move, spellbound by the fluidity of her movements, and then braced for impact.
Landing feet first, she knocked the wind from his lungs. They screamed for air. Impossible. The heels should have gone through him.
Emotionless, she stood on his chest, yet her body didn’t weigh on him. His attempts to shift, fruitless. He remained pinned.
She bent down. Her heels ground into his skin, scraping his chest until she knelt, knees pressed to his collarbone.
“Err,” he protested, teeth gritted in anguish as his flesh bled beneath her slicing heels. “Err.”
The slight twinkle in her eyes as she pressed her forearm to his throat held him in a trance, the movement of branches crawled. Everything around him seemed to slow. The only sounds came from his pounding heart and rapid breath.
Why didn’t she finish the job? She’d clearly proven she could dispose of him with ease.
Face close to his, she made contact with his cheek and stroked her thumb on his flesh.
He shook his head, reached up and grabbed her small wrists, restraining her, but she twisted her arms free. Lips curved upward to one side, she rose and stepped off his chest.
She toyed with him. If her intent wasn’t to kill him, what on God’s green earth was it?
“Do I have your attention?”
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I’m hard at work on the next book in the trilogy AEQUITAS II PUNISHMENT.
Mason
a.c.Mason
Darkness ♀♂ Desires
www.acmason.com
I just donated the royalties from Surrendering to the Right Man for the month of May 2011 to Decadent Publishing Let’s fight back together. http://main.acsevents.org/site/TR?team_id=1017467&fr_id=37033&pg=team