Demonic Vacation to Heaven
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Last published Mon, Sep 3, 2018
When Rowan attempts a vacation to his girlfriend's, Lana, hometown, they are rudely interrupted by the minions of a person from Rowan's past that he would prefer to forget. A jealous, temperamental, man who appears to be carved from marble attacks Rowan's bus in hopes of taking back what he believes is his. There is one slight problem, it's a battle between light and dark, heaven and hell, good and evil. For the antagonist is an angel, and Lana is the only mortal alive who knows Rowan's true form. He is a being sent from the earth, the embodiment of darkness, the ruler of Lucifer's kingdom... a demon.
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