The Devil's Angel (Devil Series Book 2) by Rachel McClellan Page B
Authors: Rachel McClellan
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said a man several inches shorter than Lucien. Most of his hair had fallen out, and he was incredibly pale, even his eyes looked white with only small black pupils.
“What is this place?” Lucien asked.
“This is our place to experience all that humans do.”
Lucien glanced around again, trying to make sense of it all. A woman tied a rubber tube around her arm. She grinned at Lucien, the glint in her eyes reflected her true nature. It was wild and carnal, seeking only the pleasure the human body could give.
Lucien backed against the wall. These things, these creatures, were diablos: evil spirits who’d been invited into human bodies.
He shook his head in disgust. Humans could be so stupid and naive. Every once in a while, there would be one who desired more than they’d been given: more talents, more money, more everything. They want the best life has to offer for free. And because of their idolatrous attitude, they seek out evil, unknowingly or purposefully, believing only darkness can give them what they want. The ultimate reality, however, is that evil gives nothing without a price.
Once a human invites the evil spirit into its body, it takes over gradually, destroying every part of their humanity. The spirit, excited by its new form, will live out every human experience as quickly as possible for it knows that in just a short matter of time, its presence will change the human’s outside appearance until all traces of the human disappears. The end result is a diablo, a creature incapable of feeling any kind of pleasure or pain.
“Time to go,” the short man said, stepping toward him. Behind him, two fully changed diablos jerked toward him.
Lucien inched toward the bottom of the steps while scanning the room for his target. He found Jax not far away, inhaling a joint. Lucien reached behind his back and withdrew a dagger.
Three more diablos joined the others in their slow pursuit. When Lucien reached the bottom step, he tossed the dagger with such a force that all but the tip of the handle disappeared into the side of Jax’s head. The man fell to his knees; grayish, blood-tinged ooze leaked from the wound.
A diablo with patchy white hair snagged Lucien’s arm, but Lucien shoved him away. He turned to go up the stairs, but two other diablos pulled him back. Others soon joined in, tugging him in different directions as if they might tear him apart. There was no organization, no communication between them, only chaos. One bit his leg—the teeth were sharp and sunk to his calf. He would’ve kicked it away, but he was too busy fighting two others who were trying to gouge his eyes out with long human-like claws.
The diablos weren’t strong, but their numbers made their strength ferocious. Lucien rolled over, causing several of them to lose their grip. He stood, kicking a few more as they circled him. Before their circle was complete, he darted for the stairs and disappeared.
***
That night, so many years ago, he hadn’t been prepared for battle. Tonight, however, he would destroy them all.
Chapter 10
Lucien charged down the steps—a dagger in one hand, another in his boot, and a pistol behind his back. When he reached the bottom, at least two dozen diablos turned to look at him. One by one, they all stood.
“Go back to hell,” Lucien growled.
He tossed the dagger first, almost severing a diablo’s head. He whipped the gun from behind his back and pulled the trigger again and again. Bullets tore through flesh, spraying the walls with blood and shards of bone. Bodies of the undead collapsed into each other, blood oozing in rivers across pale white skin.
Lucien managed to squeeze off another round of bullets before he was finally attacked. A fully changed diablo shoved Lucien hard, making him stumble to the ground. A nearby, partially changed diablo scrambled up his feet. Lucien kicked it hard in the face with the heel of his boot; the bones in the creatures face collapsed under the force.
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“What is this place?” Lucien asked.
“This is our place to experience all that humans do.”
Lucien glanced around again, trying to make sense of it all. A woman tied a rubber tube around her arm. She grinned at Lucien, the glint in her eyes reflected her true nature. It was wild and carnal, seeking only the pleasure the human body could give.
Lucien backed against the wall. These things, these creatures, were diablos: evil spirits who’d been invited into human bodies.
He shook his head in disgust. Humans could be so stupid and naive. Every once in a while, there would be one who desired more than they’d been given: more talents, more money, more everything. They want the best life has to offer for free. And because of their idolatrous attitude, they seek out evil, unknowingly or purposefully, believing only darkness can give them what they want. The ultimate reality, however, is that evil gives nothing without a price.
Once a human invites the evil spirit into its body, it takes over gradually, destroying every part of their humanity. The spirit, excited by its new form, will live out every human experience as quickly as possible for it knows that in just a short matter of time, its presence will change the human’s outside appearance until all traces of the human disappears. The end result is a diablo, a creature incapable of feeling any kind of pleasure or pain.
“Time to go,” the short man said, stepping toward him. Behind him, two fully changed diablos jerked toward him.
Lucien inched toward the bottom of the steps while scanning the room for his target. He found Jax not far away, inhaling a joint. Lucien reached behind his back and withdrew a dagger.
Three more diablos joined the others in their slow pursuit. When Lucien reached the bottom step, he tossed the dagger with such a force that all but the tip of the handle disappeared into the side of Jax’s head. The man fell to his knees; grayish, blood-tinged ooze leaked from the wound.
A diablo with patchy white hair snagged Lucien’s arm, but Lucien shoved him away. He turned to go up the stairs, but two other diablos pulled him back. Others soon joined in, tugging him in different directions as if they might tear him apart. There was no organization, no communication between them, only chaos. One bit his leg—the teeth were sharp and sunk to his calf. He would’ve kicked it away, but he was too busy fighting two others who were trying to gouge his eyes out with long human-like claws.
The diablos weren’t strong, but their numbers made their strength ferocious. Lucien rolled over, causing several of them to lose their grip. He stood, kicking a few more as they circled him. Before their circle was complete, he darted for the stairs and disappeared.
***
That night, so many years ago, he hadn’t been prepared for battle. Tonight, however, he would destroy them all.
Chapter 10
Lucien charged down the steps—a dagger in one hand, another in his boot, and a pistol behind his back. When he reached the bottom, at least two dozen diablos turned to look at him. One by one, they all stood.
“Go back to hell,” Lucien growled.
He tossed the dagger first, almost severing a diablo’s head. He whipped the gun from behind his back and pulled the trigger again and again. Bullets tore through flesh, spraying the walls with blood and shards of bone. Bodies of the undead collapsed into each other, blood oozing in rivers across pale white skin.
Lucien managed to squeeze off another round of bullets before he was finally attacked. A fully changed diablo shoved Lucien hard, making him stumble to the ground. A nearby, partially changed diablo scrambled up his feet. Lucien kicked it hard in the face with the heel of his boot; the bones in the creatures face collapsed under the force.
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