Paris, 2018. After the Vatican Incident, demon manifestation surges to historic highs-no one more emblematic than Lucifer himself, a being whose very origin is shrouded in superstition. Born from ancient fear or perhaps something from the stars, Lucifer is a 2,000-year-old embodiment of hell, wielding manifestation powers that once toppled the city of Pella and scorched ancient empires in mere moments.
Amid fabled demonic ascendancy, a new generation fights back. Emile, a promising exorcist-in-training at the Paris School of Special Arts, is thrust into the storm as he gains the power of manifestation. Emile's destiny is tangled with that of Benoît Rousseau, the prodigy from a line of exorcist royalty, but Emile's perspective is different: he is not nobility, but an orphaned survivor whose personal connection to the demonic goes deeper than anyone suspects. Inside him burns a potential as volatile as it is unique, drawing the interest of allies, enemies, and Lucifer himself.
With Lucifer's legacy of destruction looming and the demonic tide rising, Emile must master his own manifestation abilities-powers governed not just by belief, but by raw courage and a will to stand before the oldest evil.
When the devil returns, will humanity's belief save them, or doom them?
DEMONS • DANGER • DEATH
"I am not sleepy so why don't we tell each other a story?" Her voice was low and raspy and fuck, I'd been lying if I say I wasn't turned the fuck on.
"Like what?" I ask swallowing my pride and probably my sense of direction. Her skin was on top of mine, in contact, burning.
"I don't know." She says taking her time to adjust herself on my lap. I had to grip the chair for support feeling all my breath vanish from my lungs.
"Maybe a short bio about yourself." She advocates placing one of her hands on my chest. I feel the contact through my shirt, my eyes trained on every movement of hers. The worst of it all was that she is unaware of what she was doing to me.
"Uh-" I feel my words shorten. On impulse, I grab her by her waist for support instead. Leaning back painfully on the single chair.
"You're so cute when you're confused!" She giggles going ahead to move slightly on my lap. I blow out a groan feeling my erection harden.