CHAPTER 1 THE FALLEN
It is the divine nature of the mortal realm that one can fall in love, but it is also the divine nature of this realm that love be easily taken away. I used to think of destiny as God’s plan, but most recently, have accepted life as it comes…in slow, tormenting doses. When love found me it was veiled. When it was lifted, it became an obsession…Ever since I moved here I began having nightmares. That’s when Dantalion found his way into my heart. In him beat the heart of the undead.
Some say even the fallen can reclaim their salvation. His salvation wore the face of a mortal girl. I was the girl. I did not yet know of him, or his exile. I was to welcome his presence. And the pain it brought. I was to be tempted by the taste of immortality. I bore the resemblance of his woman, Lilith. She was the reason for his fall from grace.
CHAPTER 29 LEGACY
The Courtyard slept now…they called the altar “Angel’s Tears,” faded…forgotten, yet the marks remained. Deep brands that bind us to our demons. The damp steady rain washed away every trace of Dantalion and Laurel’s memory, now only empty, cold stone. If only the human eye could see. I stared at the altar, the grimoire off in the distance under the pines, dusted with snow. I saw her there, innocent, bloodless, alone. Wisp-like, a memory of something I was supposed to remember. Every dusk, when the moon was high, for months I watched as she placed an offering beneath the jagged stone, arms and legs outstretched with the moonlight streaming down upon her. Beautiful, succumbed to the lust of the moon’s embrace, every mortal sin bled from her soul. Every single memory pulsed through her, every sweetness and every sorrow…she was to be the Legacy of the Grimoire and I was to bleed for her.http://www.tinyindiewhimsy.com