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Last published Fri, May 29, 2020
Chaos ensues when a series of murders shake the peace of Hell.
Never in his life would Levi have thought that he will be involved in the chase of an evasive murderer and in a rush to prevent a sinister ritual.
Being the only one that is able to identify energies of recently deceased souls, he is drawn into a world of confusion, speculation and way too much Lust for his taste. He must tell reality from illusion and friend from foe, two lines which blur quite easily for the young demon. With two unexpected allies at his side, a seemingly random dagger and a looming disaster, he must find the murderer fast before not only his life ends up on the line.
Follow his journey through the Underworld and see if he succumbs to the pull of Lust, overcomes the obstacle of deception and if he is able to discover this murderer on the loose.
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"He had his head thrown back in pure bliss, his eyes closed and face turned toward the Heavens. Judging from the statue of his body, he should have never been able to fit his perfectly onto that tiny settee he was draped over. The same applied to the small redhead nestled between his thighs.
It was quite the erotic picture, I had to admit.
Ezra chuckled loudly next to me.
"Cut it out, Lux," Ezra said. "We have a guest."
Lux's eyes snapped open with dramatic effect and an amber gaze flicked toward me, glueing my feet to the ground.
"Let him be," his velvety voice answered. "Maybe he enjoys a good show."
The smirk that he sent into my direction was full of dark promises."
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