Prophecy proclaims a child of three worlds will lead the strong one to victory. Threatened by the church since birth and imprisoned by Lucifer’s elite force for over five years, Kernan Malanous represents demons, angels, and mankind, but who will be the strong one—God, Lucifer, or someone intent on overthrowing them both? Born the blind daughter of the greatest mediums in history, Luca Smith sees more than anyone suspects. Screams of the damned slash at her sanity as demonic visitors hide a stranger in her home. To quiet the horror echoing from the underworld, she seeks the prisoner’s soothing thoughts, offering him peace while finding her own. When the devil’s top gun comes to reclaim his prize, Luca risks her life to liberate the pure soul in her attic, but Kern won’t leave his beautiful innocent at the mercy of the merciless. Desperate, the young couple flees with hell on their heels. Unrestricted for the first time in their lives, Luca and Kern discover rare joy in one another, but all good has its counterpart. Torn between personal peril and world-wide destruction, will the young lovers run from fate or take a stand to fight and live as free beings?
Luca crouched between her bed and the wall, desperate to tune out the demonic screams of the damned. On nights her father opened the gates between realms, the horrors of the netherworld smashed her defenses and crowded out all decency. Pressing her hands to her ears did no good. The heart rending cries continued. She pulled her knees to her chest and buried her silent screams until her teeth cut through the thin material of her sweatpants and tore the flesh beneath. Hot tears, carrying the anguish of countless souls, soaked the cotton fabric.
Be still…be still…be still…. The words became a mantra, slowly overpowering the distant shrieks, enabling her to focus on the moment. Wickedness radiated through the floor as it always did on the nights demons came, but something else lingered on the air. Something gentle perhaps, maybe kind. She breathed in deeply, searching for the unknown beyond the smell of scorched flesh and death.
She inhaled again. The acrid scent of demons nauseated her, but beneath the stench, the subtle tingle of a clean essence filtered through. Nearly a dozen different evils hummed in the room below. Careful not to make a sound, she lay down on the hot floor, ear pressed to the wooden planks, and listened to her father and his visitors.
“I mean it, Laris. I can’t have him here. I’m a go-between. I cannot take a side.”
The demon’s red hot aura swirled through her head as he snorted. “Enough of your sniveling, Smith. You will keep our prize safe, or we will destroy everything you hold dear. I can smell the innocence of your daughter where she lies in her bed.”
Luca bit her lip as her father’s fear swamped her. “Leave Luca out of this. She knows nothing of your world. She has no power to read thoughts or commune with those who have passed. She is simply a blind girl of no use to you or your king.”