LegionBorn by F. F. John

Author:F. F. John [John, F. F.]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Tags: occult, angels, demons, urban fantasy, supernatural, gaslamp, satan, God, catholic, washington dc, witches
Publisher: Harcourt Briggs
Published: 2018-03-05T22:00:00+00:00

--XIII--

CUNNINGHAM, TROTTER & SEVERN HAD ITS offices in a concrete jungle filled with lobbyists, special interest groups and other modern courtiers of power. It was a perfect location—walking distance from the White House, various government departments and of course, Capitol Hill.

My office was twelve floors up and while in the elevator, I realized I shouldn’t step out into the lobby on my floor. If I did, I’d bump right into Mr. Stern. Deciding it was best to walk up from the eleventh floor then circle around, I jabbed the control panel.

The metal doors slid open with a cheerful ping as if trying to make me think everything was going to be all right. And at that very moment, my subconscious heard Bob Marley singing his song. That did nothing to keep me from dwelling on the knowledge that I was about to sit with a man who thought I was a threat to him. A man whose niece—if she truly was his niece—tried to kill me.

The seed of Legion will bring forth the morning star’s undoing. Stupid prophecy. As I climbed the stairs, my thoughts veered to the biblical book of Revelations and its horrible forecast for humanity. It foretold of an Antichrist and a time of suffering. Each generation interpreted the chaos of its time as evidence of the holy book’s predictions. Yet, the world kept chugging along.

Snapping my finger at my new understanding, I allowed myself a brief smile. Could that be the case here? Could this prophecy simply be a well-meaning line that seemed true depending on how you squinted at the world on any given day? If so, it didn’t mean the feared warning would come to pass.

Rationale intact, I pushed open the heavy metal door that led out of the building’s stairwell and onto the soft, cream and gold carpeting that lined the floor. Keeping that many miles of carpet clean must have been a never-ending job though I’d trade places with a janitor if it would mean avoiding Mr. Stern. I groaned inwardly then chuckled mirthlessly. Never in my life would I have claimed I wanted to be a janitor. Yet, a few weeks of attacks by demons and I was considering giving up my ambition for safety. All I could do was shake my head at the irony.

My entrance was met with stares from my coworkers. No doubt, they’d heard my boss would have my hide if I didn’t tap dance just right and bring Davo Stern into the fold. That, or they thought they’d get Ebola. Freaking Antonio!

“You don’t look too hot.” A voice said, and I turned my head. Mohinder was leaning against his secretary’s table, a smirk on his face. “It’s not too late to go back and get some rest. Watson will take me in and I’ll cover for you. I’ll keep you updated.” His smile was far from genuine.

“What took you so damn long, Prentiss?” Watson hissed at me in the hallway and I grimaced. Black suit on. Game face staring at me.

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