Book 1 of The Courts of Daemonium.
Alexander 'Xander' Duran, the world's first Lamia, has been in charge of the Courts of Daemonium for decades. After being turned into a shadow-wielding, blood-thirsty Daemon in 1649 by Lilith, his only purpose in h...
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Xander and his brothers stepped through Nicolai's gate. It was fucking mayhem. The entire train station was a chaotic mess, people were fighting everywhere. Xander could see the vast number of Liberators amongst the crowds, their cream coloured uniforms making them stand out. He could see members of the public fighting back, some of them were Daemons but the majority of them were mortals, and they were losing.
The Liberators had substantially grown in size over the last few months, he knew that, but he had never seen this many in one place, especially outside of London. Every single one of them held some sort of weapon, a knife or some sort of club, whilst they attacked anyone who wasn't wearing their uniform, their faces contorted in rage.
Xander looked around, the seas of people fighting swarming around him. But one thing was clear, Adriana wasn't here.
Deion tried to hold Xander back, but he couldn't just stand by and watch innocent people get hurt. He walked to stand behind a large group of Liberators who had cornered several mortals into a corner, their weapons swinging wildly to scare them.
"Put your toys down, boys, before you hurt yourselves."
One of the Liberators turned around, the smile dropping from this face at the sight of Xander.
"You... You're... You're the..."
"The man that's giving you one final chance to run?" Xander asked, cocking his head to the side as he looked him up and down. The other Liberators had all turned to watch him, their eyes darting between him and his brothers who were trying to break up other fights.
The stuttering man dropped his club and ran from the station, making Xander chuckle at the coward.
One of the other Liberators swung his club toward him, but he was far too slow. Xander swiftly side stepped his attack and punched him square in the face, causing the man to fall backwards and land on the floor.
The others charged at him, but he was too quick for all of them, he continued to dodge their blows with ease. He was like a blur of motion, constantly moving and striking from unexpected angles. He wore them down, watching them fall one by one.
Xander spotted a woman on the floor in the centre of the station, her features had shifted into her Lamia form, whilst three Liberators beat her down with clubs. He ran over, tearing one of the Liberators away and throwing him to skid across the floor several feet away. Edward and Nicolai grabbed the other two, disarming them and keeping them restrained in their grasp.
Xander picked up the woman who had started to lose consciousness, her head had a huge gash on the side with blood pouring down her face. He looked around as more and more Liberators stormed the station, beating down anyone that stood in their way. He had half the mind to unleash his powers, to kill every single one of them, but he couldn't. He wouldn't let them make him the monster they wanted him to be.
