The Ode of Night

The screams, the echoes, the dispair. Look into the shadows and you will see hell staring back. Listen to their cries and you will hear the Ode of Night.

Victoria Raven Whitlock has been thrown into the world of demons from the moment she turned 10. She has seen their grotesque, smelled their stench, witnessed their evils. It was a brutal world for a young girl. Though she had her father to guide and teach her. With him in the world, she was not alone. After his death, she was tossed back into solitude. At 21, she lives alone in an apartment above her Uncle and Aunts bar. Taking use of her curse by earning money in helping people with their demons. A steady life in 1890s Cambridge, unwavered by the fiends of hell even when they were breathing down her neck. Until- there is always an until- Mikhail St. James arrived in her life. An Exorcist who can see the things she sees ad hear the things she hears. In his arrival, he whispers of Occults and promises. In his hands, a sword with death written on its blade and a past of lingering pain. She was no longer alone. But everything good comes with a price.

"His hands were warm against her cheeks. His thumb grazed across her bottom lip to remember she was every bit of what he wanted."Where you go, I would follow." He said, in a tone only meant for her and her alone." Even into the depths of death, even into fires of the Underworld. I would conquer hell to create you a heaven. I would destroy heaven if you were not there and build you a new one. I would make you God. I love you. For anyone to say otherwise would be a lie that neither God nor the Devil could forgive.""