The Demon & His Lover

By Kate Copeseeley

It's not easy being one of the fallen, as Gideon has discovered. Samora, the only woman he's ever loved, is an Angelic Agent, a being sent to earth to destroy the demonic hold over humanity. In a bid to end their forced separation, he travels across the Wild West, seeking to erase his past and his ties to Lucifer.

This is a SHORT STORY, 26 pages or 7600 words.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kate Copeseeley
• Release date: Nov 18, 2011
• ISBN: 9781465923653

Kate Copeseeley

Kate grew up in a household of vociferous readers. Whether via womb or some other kind of nefarious brainwashing, Kate herself also became a vociferous reader, devouring books in just about every genre imaginable.It wasn't long before this led to writing her own stories (in every genre imaginable).

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The Demon & His Lover

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The Demon & His Lover

I saw Samora scream as the gun went off and she pulled my gun from the holster at my hip. The bullet that ripped through my back, scraping along my ribs and out my chest didn't hurt more than a bee-sting, but I realized as soon as it left my body that I was not going to live.

This was no bullet from a human hand, it was demonic and therefore had the power to wound me, to kill. My body weakened, I felt like it was falling asleep piece-by-piece and I was having trouble breathing. I slumped to the ground, hitting it with my back. I didn't even have the energy to look down at my wound, but it must have been bad, because after Samora's gun went off several times, she starting screaming my name.

Gideon, Gideon, please, please be all right, she sobbed, but her voice got more and more quiet as the world around me faded.

The clear and open vision I'd been enjoying turned black around the edges and