Dumah's Demons (AngelFire 1.5 Thriller)

By A. Blackwelder

Summary
The story of Dumah, Kian's sister, and how she becomes a Dark Angel.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ami Blackwelder
• Release date: Jun 18, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310857324

A. Blackwelder

A indie writer of paranormal and syfy

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Dumah’s Demons

by

A. Blackwelder

AngelFire Chronicles: Book 1.5

Smashwords Edition

Copyright © 2014 by A. Blackwelder

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Summary: The story of Dumah, Kian’s sister, and how she becomes a Dark Angel.

The Dark Night

Where are you Kian? I shouted as sweat from my attacker slid down his crunched hairy knuckles and over my purpled lips. He punched me one last time before standing. Salty. I heaved, but couldn’t get enough breath to feel alive again.

His rusty smell lingered in the air, in my nostrils, on my skin. Hearing the hard clank of his boots pound away from me rang in my ears. He would always be a part of me now. He got inside of me—so deep inside of me that I could never forget his violation.

Kian? I shivered. Even my brother couldn’t rescue me. I lay alone in the dark, in the alley somewhere in Manhattan, as one eye which hadn’t swollen watched the gang that attacked me meander off into the distance. They disappeared in seconds as if they had never come to me, but they had.

Before I fell unconscious I caught a glimpse of Kian twisted on the alley several yards from me. With his back against the street, his arms lay over his head entangled as if he had tried to hide his face before he had been hit. His right leg curled up and over his left. He must have struggled, like me. But he could never understand what I went through, this moment of blood and violence would forever divide us.

Blackness.

The Morning Light

Dumah, Dumah. I heard my name and felt my body shake. A dream? Had everything been a bad dream? Awakening, I couldn’t be sure. My arms hugged my knees and my head curved into my chest, but at the sound of my name I released my grip. Then, the alley came into view with a bakery door to my left and a brick wall to my right. Kian’s lip had a rip from one end to the other and his left eye was bruised blue. Ice crystals formed on his fingernails. A side effect of his power manifesting in his distraught state.

Dumah! Are you okay? His hazel eyes met with my coal black pupils. I could barely catch my breath. I grabbed my elbow as I felt a drip of something cool brush my skin. A blood drop. Let me help you. Kian stretched his palm over my wrist as he helped me balance to my