Demon's Redemption: Paranormal Romance

By William Thrash

The demon Silithis fights an angel from her past.

She defeated Turiel once; she will do it again. Or turn him.

But there are other feelings that interfere and Turiel is determined to exploit them.

As the two clash, their love is exposed. Only one will win.

• Language: English
• Publisher: William Thrash
• Release date: Jun 20, 2017
• ISBN: 9781386905424

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Know you not that we shall judge angels? How much more things that pertain to this life?

1 Cor 6:3

CHAPTER 1

Blood ran in little rivers under my feet from the children who had worked the terraced fields. Little trickles like tears of their useless lives.

An explosion rocked one of the farm houses. Two American soldiers moved in behind the insurgents, supervising the strike. Green Berets they were called, yet not wearing berets.

This was the culmination of a week's worth of planning and rehearsal. Not long in the scheme of things.

A pittance to the centuries of waiting.

I watched, unknown to the Americans. Unknown to the Yemeni fanatics who were so easily led.

I stood in blood - in plain sight.

My feminine form was unseen to natural, human eyes.

Had I chosen to be visible, the attack would fail as the jihadists would stop what they were doing to gang rape me.

Might be fun – all those hard cocks in my pussy from desperate, horny men. But, another time.

The American Green Berets thought they directed the moves. They believed they were the arm of their government. But their government was just an arm of their Principality in America – that upstart nation terrible in its beginnings. These soldiers followed orders.

As I did.

One of the two Americans was a problem - one of them was... praying.

Most often, the followers of God had such a small picture of the world that they didn't know what they prayed for. Sometimes they got lucky and prayed in a way that hurt efforts of my kind.

My kind.

The Fallen.

I was older than the Earth, as were all the demons and angels that watched the progress of mankind.

I am Silithis, and I chose to follow Lucifer.

I stood in the spirit, in the blood of the children farmers, and reveled in my promotion. I had supported the political arm of the Principality – a position prestigious on its own. I had directed subtle changes in individual politicians here and abroad, notably Iraq – that new version of Babylon.

Babylon, where I had suffered my first defeat.

My only defeat.

But I had not faced challenge since then, having been moved into the political arm of the Principality of Israel after my release from Tartarus. The struggle had been long, and often fruitless.

My crowning achievement of the Balfour Declaration came to ruin. But only temporarily. And here, in this little country of Hadhramaut, the same players were on the field: Americans; British; Jews; and Muslims.

I was promoted to oversee the fall of Yemen – commanding a Gate of demons.

Just another piece in the globalist scheme to bring the oil-producing Middle East under Luciferian control.

I was a critical piece of that progression of events.

I watched the massacre.

Another farming community