House Of Legions (The Angel Descendants book 1)

Vincent peeped through the red-tinted glass, “How long before he wakes.”

Liam opened his eyes, “I was never sleeping, I tried to contact Jullie, I know she’s there, but I’m unable to reach her.”

Alexa wiped the last smear of ichor off her blade, with an old tattered cloth, “It’s the air, the demon's skin is poisonous to most, even Tempters themselves cannot withstand the effects.”

He knew that was not his reason. It was something more, a presence of some unknown being lurking around.

Liam sat on the bench, next to the candlelight. They had taken shelter, having succeeded in killing the first round of demons. Alexa had brought them to a secret hideout near the Elvan mountain, it was a small wooden cottage, with red-stained glass for windows and hand-carved rosewood chairs, there wasn’t much to go on, besides that it was small, hidden and dirty.

Alexa straightened her back, “how long before round two?”

Liam faced her. She'd cleaned herself up, but her clothes like his and Vincent’s were torn and stunk of ichor. Even with the years of experience, they had killing demons, the smell still guttered at Liam, nauseating him, he could taste the bitterness in his mouth.

A thought crossed his mind, as he watched Alexa, how did Elvan drink ichor. Picturing how Alexa indulged herself with the green substance, he brushed it off.

sat next to him, “Seen Clare, did it not go

but no smile crossed his face, “Satisfactory, I need you to do something for me.”

air

up, joining her, “We must clear

surprised when Liam insisted, “You need to inform Wesley, and have him order an immediate lockdown on

her mouth, but she brushed it off, toughening herself up. She put the sword back into its

to outsiders, but when he looked at Alexa, he thought of

but his only chance of saving her was finding Raphael. He knew that if the Asguardian knew about Azazy-el’s son, he definitely had knowledge

are taking, it’s extreme, considering, you know..”

looked at her, “Considering what?”

she opened her hair, and lifted out her

Signalling Vincent to get ready

a scent, iron and musk, riddled

Alexa. She moved slowly, out of the bushes, where the cottage was hidden. She knelt down besides a small bush of wild orchids, hearing voices. Liam copied her crouch, Vincent