Revelations (The Revelations Series Book 1) by Pamela Daniell Page A

headed for the shelves labeled “Mysteries.” She scanned the shelves finally settling on one titled, The Stone of Avalon, which was about a girl who finds a sapphire necklace that transports her to another world and she must find her way back home before the next full moon. She made her way back down to the circulation desk to wait for her mom.
    It wasn’t long before her mom joined her with two books of her own. As she set them on the desk, Jenna noticed one was labeled, The History of God and the Angels and the other, The History of Lucifer and his Demons. She didn’t say anything; she just assumed her mom was looking for a way to add extra protection for their home like she told her in the deli.
    “I had fun today. Thanks Mom. I needed a day out to relax,” Jenna told her mom as they drove home.
    Erin smiled. “Not a problem, sweetie. Everyone needs a break now and then. I see how hard Alex has been working you, and you never once complained. I have to give you credit for being so strong. I know this can’t be easy on you, and for that I’m sorry. But, you need to understand that the moment I found out I was pregnant all I could think of was holding you in my arms. I hoped I could keep you hidden from this world and I’m truly sorry that I failed you.”
    “It’s okay, Mom. I don’t blame you for what has happened. I blame those that can’t accept me for who I am and think they have to try to control me. But, now that I know how to defend myself things will get easier.”
    “I hope so,” her mom replied.
    Jenna looked out the window the rest of the way. She was in no mood to continue the conversation. This was her week off and she didn’t want to discuss anything that had to do with her Nephilim side. This week she wanted, no needed , to be a normal teenager.
     

 

     
     
     
    JONAS stopped in the middle of the forest and grabbed a branch off the ground. He used it to draw a big circle, then traced demonic symbols evenly spaced out in it. He stepped inside, pulled a small silver knife engraved with the same satanic writings out of his waistband and slit his wrist. He dripped blood onto each of the symbols on the ground then waited.
    “Yes my son,” a deep masculine voice answered, but the words were only heard within Jonas’s head.
    “Father, she did it. We still have to work on fire, but she’s mastered the ability to control the other three elements. And, we were right, she is very powerful.”
    “Finally,” the voice replied. “We can now start to convert her. Are you ready?”
    “I am. I will soon put the second part of our plan into action and she will begin to question her loyalty to them.”
    “Son, I must warn you; they are close to locating her. You must turn her soon. We can’t take the chance they find her before we have her on our side. I don’t know how much longer I can hold the spell cloaking her from them.”
    “Don’t worry, Father, my plan will not fail. When I am done she will believe her God is one that doesn’t care.”
    “I’ll be waiting for word that it is done.”
    “Thank you, Father. I won’t let you down.” He then stepped out of the circle and erased any sign that it ever existed. Jonas placed his hand over his wound and within seconds it was healed. After all the evidence of the ritual was gone, he headed toward the road to put the second part of his plan into action.

     
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    Shenna entered Dango’s cold dark cave. She wondered what he could possibly want with her. Her soul hadn’t been down here for long; maybe a century or so. She had lost count a long time ago. It was hard to keep track once you entered the catacombs of Hell.
    Time was different here; one day measured a week in human time. Shenna guessed it was part of the torture; that the days never seemed to end while your soul ached for freedom from this hideous place. But, it was a freedom that would never come while you were forced to listen to the never-ending cries of torture.
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