The only thing worse than dying is never having it as an option.
The Tarimain, the immortal soldiers of God, tasked with fighting on the front lines of the eternal war, uncover a dark demonic plot to raise an army. Atharron, a four thousand year old former ruler of Calnis; Sarah, apathetic, but determined to do her duty; and Luke, a young Tarimai discovering the wonders and burdens of immortality. Together, they make their way through the first half of the twentieth century on the trail of a Great President of Hell and the mysterious Man with the Eyes.
Plymouth, England - Salisbury, England, 1931
Luke has reached his mid sixties and is already feeling the strains of immortality, but something happens to break up the boredom, a murderer who drains his victims of blood. Soon, he, Sarah and Atharron are on the trail of a demon.

The fifth Chronicle in the Tarimain series.
~6700 words
‘I have existed since before time began. I have faced a host of Yahweh's forces in a battle that spanned aeons, where the entire history of the multiverse is merely the middle of a cold war in which open conflict has ceased only because the Major Generals of both sides are incarcerated. I have fought gods and came out the victor.' Haagenti stepped forward. He took hold of Atharron's arm and raised it, placing the cross in front of his eyes, ‘Through all that I have never been captured. And I never will, for I am to lead the Kadhrendi armies for the Abyss when the Ultimate War comes again.' He wrapped his hand around the shaft of the crucifix. Hissing smoke rose from his skin and he snapped the cross, ripping it from Atharron's hand. With his other, he grabbed Atharron's neck and pulled his face closer, ‘The Forgotten War was as insignificant as a duel!'
