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.

next to him, “Seen Clare, did it

face, “Satisfactory, I need you to do

“I can feel the air thickening, we don’t have much

joining her, “We must clear

as he was shocked, but not surprised when Liam insisted, “You need to inform Wesley, and have him order

slanted his eyes to her, fear riddled its way up into her mouth, but she brushed it off, toughening

well over the millenniums not to get too emotionally attached to outsiders, but when he looked at

son, he definitely had knowledge of Clare, and it wouldn’t be long until he went after her. At least he knew Raheal

are

her, “Considering

her hair, and lifted

up for discussion with anyone. Signalling Vincent to get ready to move on his go,

picked up a scent, iron and musk, riddled with brutality,

was blood red, the air heavy to breathe, but it didn’t bring him down, nor Alexa. She moved slowly, out of the bushes, where