Devoid Chronicles : Book 1 Blood Secrets
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The year was 2050 when the rapture didn't go as planned. God fell from his chariot, later to be confirmed dead.Leaving the demons to run amuck on Earth, wiping all forms of technology from the surface. Two hundreds years have passed , when Azari Kendra and his family are thrown into a mode of survival when secrets of their origin & prophecies of their destiny are pulled into the light. This leads them down a path their mother never wanted them to explore. In a world of Angels and Demons what side will you choose? That is if the choice is yours.
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