My chest filled with a searing pain, matching the intensity of the tremors of the earth.
I had to go home to make sure my Ma and Pa were okay.
....
Then everything went dark when I lost my footing and fell.
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A new job. A new mission. More of these tiresome demons, I thought. As I walked through the sand, I noticed a hand peeking out from under a strangely shaped pile of the crimson sediments.
Cautiously, I kicked the sand away and poked at the foreign looking face of the strange looking man lying on the ground with my dagger.
It was an angel.
I, who was trying to avoid the demons currently hunting these angels, just found one of their potential targets on accident.
This is not going to end well, I sighed and turned around to walk away.
"Wait!" He called out.
Description:
- In a world where the regions of the Angels and Demons are parallel, the kingdom of Angels suddenly falls apart, and the Angels fall. Demons go insane trying to hunt them, their cores, and their powers. Myrah, just your average wine addicted demon tries to avoid the whole situation until she meets a handsome, and unconscious angel sleeping in the Pits of Aven. She reluctantly helps him, with a scheme hidden up her sleeve, not knowing how much trouble and joy this one being would bring her. And Siris, that unlucky angel, awakens in a whole other world. In a desperate attempt to get back to his family, he partners up with Myrah and sets his trust in her. Mistakes will be made.
- And under the facade of righteousness lies deceit and malice. A rebellion hell bent on tearing the world apart and rebuilding it in their own twisted vision. An attempt to repay an ancient sin. There's no turning back.
(Disclaimer: this is a draft of a story, I appreciate any helpful feedback and will try to update often. I will also be making a cover, it will just take some time:) In the meantime, I hope you enjoy my story and end up coming back for the final book when it is done. Thank you for your time!)
Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!
Please don't! No, don't do it please! No, please, I am begging! Not again please. They didn't listen. They didn't. They kept on doing it over, over and over again. They were like a blood-curdling spoilt alarm clock signal repeating itself endlessly. There was actually no end.
My tired baggy eyes slowly fluttered open. Everywhere was moving in a gradual wobbly pace. I felt dizzy. My head was banging and banging relentlessly like a popcorn machine. Nauseating flashes of familiar faces covered up in grisly blood popped up in my terrified mind. I immediately gagged as a result. My stomach churned as the flashes slowly became more vivid.
"Oh, you're awake? That good for you" A deep, yet falsely gentle, voice pierced through my turmoil.
"Care for another round?' he said giving me a sinister smirk.
"No please. I can't take it anymore! Just kill me please!" I said while wet flow of tears ran through my cheeks.
Warning : This book may contain suicidal thoughts, torture scenes, trauma, gore, bloody scenes and lots of deaths.