Clashing worlds

Running, its something I'm far too familiar with.
Since I can remember I've been on the run with my dad, or well that was until now.

Never stopping in a place for too long,

Never making friends or connecting with people,

Never calling a place home.

It's what I've lived by forever.

22 years and 9 months ago my nephlim mother was seduced, but what she didn't know was the man who seduced her was possessed by a demon.
Yes you heard that right, I'm a little human, a little angel, and yes a little demon.
I am the strongest being on earth or in heaven or hell.
And I'm caught dead smack in the middle of their war, haunted by both sides day in and day out.
Wanted dead by one and wanting to be enslaved by the other.

I can never stop running.

{teaser chapter}

I'm running through the woods, ignoring the blood covering my clothes and drying on my face. The thick brush continuously smacks me as I run.
I trip over a log and land in some thorns but I waist no time getting back up. I ignore the cuts covering my body because I know they will all soon be healed.
I make it to the edge of the woods, i cross the road and walk behind an abandoned building I've seen before and I grab the tarp covering the beat up 2007 dark blue honda civic me and my father hid here a year ago and I yank it off.
I get on my hands and knees and retrieve the keys under the car. I unlock it and quickly get inside.
I pause for a moment and look at myself in the rearview mirror, I look like I just stepped straight out of carrie. Except it's not pigs blood that covers me, it's my father's.
I choke back the tears begging to escape me as I start the car and pull away.