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.

him, “Seen Clare, did it not

considered the question with careful thought, but no smile crossed his face, “Satisfactory, I need you to do something

the air thickening, we don’t have much longer.”

“We must

want me to leave?” he was as confused as he was shocked, but not surprised when Liam insisted, “You need to inform Wesley, and

was quiet. Liam slanted his eyes to her, fear riddled its way up into her mouth, but she

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

of saving her was finding Raphael. He knew that if the Asguardian knew about Azazy-el’s son, he definitely had knowledge of Clare, and it wouldn’t be long until he went after her. At least he knew

you afraid of the risk you are taking,

her, “Considering what?”

expression changed, she opened her hair, and lifted out her blade, “I hope

her. Clare was not up for discussion with anyone. Signalling Vincent to get ready to move on his go, Alexa crept

her side. He picked up a scent, iron and musk, riddled with

didn’t bring him down, nor Alexa. She moved slowly, out of the bushes, where the cottage was hidden. She knelt down besides a small bush