Fallen (Chronicles of the Fallen, #1)

Samuel’s body shakes from the fear pulsating through him. He swallows and turns to face his Master. “The soul of an Angel is always a bigger prize than that of a human, Master,” Samuel pleads with him.

Lucifer erupts in a roar that pushes Samuel, who flies across Hell. Reaching out, Lucifer grabs a hold of him. A scream rips from his mouth, the pain of his Master’s touch too much to bear. “Yes, if that soul were actually still an Angel, but he became a demon to come find her!” Pulling him closer to his face, the fear in Samuel explodes, bursting his demonic heart.

Opening his mouth, Lucifer shoves Samuel inside, the fire consuming his demonic form and turning it into ash. Breathing out fire, he sends the ash of the former demon to the ground. Immediately, the ground of Hell absorbs the ash. Small claws erupt from the ground and small demons pull themselves free from the soil. Sneering and spitting, they look to one another and begin fighting. Jumping on one another, they fight to the death. The winner consumes the loser and his size doubles. Moving onto the next one, they fight and continue consuming one another until there is only one demon left.

Looking up at Lucifer, the final demon cowers in fear. He leans down and breaths fire over the new demon. Screaming in pain, the demon’s body is ablaze. As the flames scorch his skin, the fire eventually burns out. As the smoke begins to dissipate, the demon’s skin is blackened and shell-like. The crust begins to crack as the demon starts to break free. Crushing the shell, he leaps into the air. His red eyes flash as orders flash through his mind. The new incubus makes his way toward earth to begin anew.





Chapter 11





The last thing Lisa sees is Alex. The last thing she hears is “I love you”. Before she can reply, she feels herself suddenly pulled away, everything a blur. Hell disappears into streams of moving light. The shades of orange and red begin to fade into blackness. Feeling the air rush around her body, she attempts to reach out to grab onto something, but her hands find nothing. Flailing in the air, she feels the air current around her begin to slow.

Small amounts of light begin to show around her. Like a soft glow of light fighting its way through thick, morning fog, Lisa’s eyes begin adjusting to the colors. Looking around, she finds herself hovering above the ground. Slowly, she brings her hand in front of her face. Her body appearing translucent, she turns her hand to the back then the front. Setting her right foot down, she touches the ground and the area around her toes illuminates with a soft light. The left foot touches and the same thing happens. The light under her feet begins to expand outward, and the area slowly starts to come to life.

Lisa’s body continues to fill in, taking on the tones of her skin, her auburn hair tumbling down her back. As she steps forward, the ground lights up again. Feeling softness underneath her feet, she looks down and discovers grass below her. Smiling, she sees yellow and white daisies appear around her. The sky glows a bright, light blue, soft cirrus clouds decorating it.

Memories of her dream come rushing back. Feeling as if something is about to happen, she turns to her right. Facing a life-sized mirror, she’s face-to-face with herself. The outer edges of the mirror are decorated in a golden border with designs of humans fighting. The mirror appears to be floating in mid-air.

Looking at her reflection, the image in the mirror snarls. Jumping back slightly, Lisa gasps. The image begins to shift forward, the face becoming slightly distorted. Suddenly, realization sets in…Lisa’s looking at a demon inside the mirror.

Fear rises up and she takes a few steps back. A snarl erupts from the mirror, causing Lisa to scream. The demon presses her fist against the glass. Her hands begin to stretch the boundaries around her, as if the mirror is liquefying. Her hand breaches the barrier and pushes through.

Lisa steps back further, shaking her head as the demon pushes the upper half of her body through the mirror. One leg at a time, the demon pulls herself free. Standing up, she looks up toward Lisa. Her irises red with rage, she charges toward her. Wrapping her arms around Lisa’s waist, the demon tackles her to the ground. Having the breath knocked out of her, Lisa coughs, trying to get air back into her lungs. The demon snarls and shoves her hands over Lisa’s mouth to prevent her from breathing.

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