Brolach (Demon #1) by Marata Eros

Author:Marata Eros [Marata Eros]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Marata Eros
Published: 2013-11-03T00:00:00+00:00

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Lucas

Lucas hated being in the human realm. The scents were a muddled combination of the sheep of this plane mixed with the diverse nature of the place. Give him the fire and brimstone of the bowels of Hades any time and he was happy. Ecstasy came through simplicity. Something the humans could learn by.

Lucas could not hop and lunge here either; miserably cold, he ran at a light jog, resting every ten minutes or so to allow his throbbing hand to rest. The miserable appendage did nothing but bleed and ache. He was in a rage he could not heal it because of his current location. He was even more livid that the she-angel had caused his torture. For the barbs sprouted as a second defense to protect.

To protect one of their own. Even centuries after the dispatch of the angels slaying, the halos still struggled to protect those of like blood. Blood that the once-living weapons recognized as their own. Why those halo sentries had ignored her demon blood puzzled Lucas. It lent credence to the possibility of dual entry both below and above.

Lucas was ten shades of pissed as he jogged, then stopped, then ran some more. He was slow and klutzy. Yet... determined.

He would have this female.

Lucas almost missed the innocent ones who were camping. Then when he caught their scent his relief was profound, cloaking him. If he could but taste of the females, without their consent, then his hand would heal itself and their energy would bolster his own in this place that was not conducive to him. It was better to be half-demon amongst the humans instead of full. It was best to be full in Hades. But here, where the humans ruled, he had only mild influence. It was all that the demonic were allowed. It was excellent that so many humans were cooperative to the dark whispers so many of them murmured beside them.

The mild autumn breeze that blew caused Lucas to shiver momentarily then his eyes took in how the wind bit and hollowed out the side of the two man tent that stood flanked by two huge evergreens. He wrinkled his nose at the smell of the cedar, rich and dank of the forest that ruled here- alive. Lucas hated that smell, it assaulted his nostrils, was an insult to them as well. But for the scent which rode underneath he would have turned away from the noxious burn.

Females were in the tent.

Ripe and ready for him to plunder. His hand gave an especially sharp pulse of writhing pain, the tendons and muscles jumping and moving with the struggle to heal outside of Hades.

He needed this decadence. For without the task of sin against flesh, this wound would disallow his reign of terror against the female he sought. Lucas could not come against her without this advantage.

Lucas moved toward the opening of the tent as his fingers met the cold metal of the zipper. It slid along its pathway, meeting

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