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Paul Shay is on the run from his demon wife. His 15-year old daughter Madeleine, is caught up in the ruckus. She begins to find out who she truly is and the power she holds when her father is kidnapped by his wife. Together with her demon killing friends known as the Hunters, she goes after her mother. It is up to Madeleine and nobody else to rescue her father before her demon mother gets stronger and corrupts the city with her demon spawn. Will she be willing to go through the onslaught? Or is it too late to save her father from his past? Find out in this fast-paced book, Malevolent.
Prologue: The Host Of Hell
A cold draft blew past as the delivery boy looked up at the five-stories high cathedral. The front was demarcated with yellow police tape. Typical New York crime scene.
He saw the soaring spires of the cathedral, the dull, dusty stained-glass windows with its painted-on cherubs, the front door with the large placard on it. What he didn't see was the mangled body hanging down from the bell tower, blackened blood slowly dripping down from the tower. Nobody ever saw it.
He sighed. This was the part of his job he hated, delivering packages in unknown places, all for a meager 50 dollars a week paycheck. This was so not in his job description.
"Alright" He looked down at the papers in his hands, confirming the address. He frowned. Wasn't this supposed to be a crime scene? The yellow gauze police tape said it all.
Whatever. He wasn't one to wonder about other people's living arrangements. He himself was a squatter in an apartment trailer and didn't mind it one bit.
He hefted the 10-pound package and gingerly climbed over the yellow tape to the front door, thinking that the cathedral gave off a weird, neo-gothic vibe. He squinted at the large placard on the cathedral door in the dim light emanating from the broken streetlights and read it out "I Am Aosoth, Made Of The Same Flesh As Lilith And Lucifer. Comfy" He shrugged and opened the door.
The cathedral was huge, a vast cavernous space lined with rows of wooden-backed benches. Candles set in candlesticks flickered as the wind from outside followed him. On the pulpit at the far end of the cathedral sat a table covered in red fabric, decorated with more flickering candles and plates with cutlery and wine glasses like it was dinnertime.
Behind the laid-out table, a humanoid outline shifted. Shadows and the position of light prevented the boy from seeing the person.
"Hello? I'm supposed to deliver a package for a Ms. Aosoth at this here church?" His voice reverberated and went around the big room, coming back to him in echoes. Involuntarily he shivered.
There was a squeak and a rustle as the outline moved "Yes. Drop it and go" It was the voice of a woman.
The delivery boy swallowed. Suddenly his mouth was dry and his palms were sweaty. Darn it, this was nothing to be scared about.
"Okay" He said. The sound of his voice gave him more confidence "I'm dropping it"
Slowly he lowered the cardboard box to the ground. He straightened and turned to go. He was halfway to the door when he remembered that the person was supposed to sign the papers in his hands as proof of acceptance.
"Wait. You're supposed to sign this" He turned around with the papers and a pen in his hand and did a double take as he found himself staring at the woman standing before the package on the floor. She'd moved so fast he didn't hear her footsteps.
The woman's sinewy frame was clad in billowing robes of black, her slick hair pulled straight back. Two spiraling horns emerged from her hair, and her skin was pearly white.
"You're supposed to sign this" He moved closer to the woman, the sheaf of papers in his outstretched hands. He stopped short as he got close to her, the package between them.
Her eyes were twin pools of swirling darkness, all black: pupils, white and all. His eyes seemed to be trapped in hers, as he couldn't look away even as he tried. It was the scariest thing he'd ever seen.
"Um.." The boy swallowed past his dry throat, palms sweaty and heart beating like a tribal drum.
The woman kicked the package aside and planted her hands on his shoulders. The boy whimpered, tears already falling from his eyes.
"Hello, dinner" Aosoth said, grinning to show inch-long incisors.
The boy opened his mouth to plead for his life, but fear had closed his throat shut. All he could do was sink to his knees, his eyes locked into the demon woman's pitch-black one.
"It's a church. Say your last prayers" She growled, drawing him closer and sinking her fangs into his throat.
All Is Changed
The slightly windy spell of the previous week was over; the sun was shining brightly as Madeleine Shay hurried across the road to her favorite bookstore, too brightly for 9am in the morning, she thought. The hood of her sweater was up to keep her hair from blowing across her face. The weather might have warmed up, but the wind off the East River could still be brutal. It carried with it a faint chemical smell, mixed with the smell of rot, gasoline, and pastries from the bakery down the street.
Olive was waiting for her in front of the bookstore along with a couple of other book freaks like her, her carrier bag slung across her shoulder “Hey” she said as Maddie reached her “I've been waiting ages for you. The new books aren't going to buy themselves."
"Sorry, sorry" Maddie replied, slightly out of breath "My dad wouldn't let me go out without taking this" she raised an electric zapper up and rolled her eyes "For 'se
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