Horde of the Demon Priest (Demona Book 3)

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Authors: Megan A. Hepler
communication method.
     
    Ezekiel peered over his glasses at Kerrick. “It’s possible. Maybe we should consider using it on a test subject?”
     
    Molony’s eyes lit up. “We could have the defenders bring us a possessed and see if it would activate. Maybe the artifact, as an object of light, needs some kind of darkness to trigger the need for a response. Maybe the presence of a demonically possessed being will bring it to life in order to do good works,” Molony offered.
     
    Sounds pretty farfetched, but who knows.
     
    “It’s worth a try,” Kaleb said from across the room. “I’ll go out with the next team and help them acquire a possessed being.”
     
    Hannah perked her head up at Kaleb’s response. Demona knew what her best friend was thinking, she was afraid for Kaleb to be out in town. Hannah tugged on a strand of her blond curly hair subconsciously. Demona echoed her sentiment every time Felix was out doing the same. Being in Melville these days was far too dangerous.
     
    Demona patted her friend’s hand. “Don’t worry; he’ll be out there with a team.”
     
    Hannah nodded in response, but Demona saw the glistening of tears beginning to form in her eyes. Rowena threw an arm around Hannah’s shoulders. “I know you feel helpless. I do too. Trust me, if my omni-linguistic skills allowed me to speak demon, apparently the only language I don’t understand, I’d be out there with them. I’d be ordering every demon to dissipate instantly. But you know Aleph apparently had other plans in store for me.”
     
    Hannah gave a slight smile in response to Rowena’s comment. “I know. He’ll be alright. I just worry, you know.”
     
    Demona and Rowena both nodded. Each felt the same about Felix when he went out into a dangerous situation. Demona looked into Rowena’s eyes that matched the dreamy bright blue eyes of her brother’s. They both knew that if anything happened to Felix they would be devastated. Demona recalled how almost losing Felix in Dissium had made her realize just how much he meant to her.

 
     
     
     
     
    Chapter 4:
    New Acquaintances
     
    Demona and Felix knocked on the door of the quaint little house and waited for a response. The flowers in the garden had all been cared for in preparation for the upcoming winter season. A few bird feeders hung about where Blue Jays sifted through the seed, looking for their favorite kind. Demona noted that the hummingbird feeders that hung about the last time she was there had been taken down. They must’ve migrated south. It must be nice to pick up and fly away without a care in the world. The promise of warmer climate and an abundant supply of food for the winter was quite a nice thought.
     
    The door opened and Demona found the little grey haired man she had once visited on Darius’ orders months before. He was a Demonologist, the first to provide TGHC with clues about what the demon priest was: an afreet djinn demon. The man’s eyes popped open with recognition when they scanned over Demona. He briefly looked at Felix, but without knowing him he returned his attention to Demona.
     
    “I remember you, you were the assistant of that author fellow, friend of Darius’,” Bartholomew Jacobs said.
     
    Demona nodded. “Kerrick Balen.”
     
    “You two asked about the djinn demon; the one that has the ability to make right or wrong choices. Wasn’t it the afreet you were particularly interested in? They are a particularly interesting race of djinn, since they have chosen the path of evil. Yes, that was it. Forgive me dear, what was your name?”
     
    “Demona Brennan and this is Felix Fulbright.” She brushed her long wavy hair out of her face and tucked a few strands behind her ears.
     
    “Oh visitors!” a voice from inside the house said with enthusiasm. Demona heard the words rings from behind Bartholomew. His wife Anne disappeared as quickly as she had appeared.
     
    “Don’t mind her; she’ll be busy making tea for you

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