Prologue
Satan dwells deep inside, he has awoken by fury, his bodily shield injured. Wanting his revenge. A silent scream, none would ever hear.. His rage would be fulfilled. Once it has awoken there will be no stopping it.
The quiet are to be feared, they hold the rage of Satan. No force on earth can stop them, they are his descendants, they will carry out his plan.
Rage running through the veins...blood pumping faster...a beast coming forth. Wet tears fallen upon soft skin. A scream so loud but  none heard it. Eyes of Satan glared with anger, thirst of revenge flooding through the veins. Heat upon the flesh, uncaging the animal inside. The desire to run, and run and never look back. Protected by a simple door that blocked the path of revenge.
Palm prints upon soft warm living flesh. Soft sobs of fear, sadness, and anger. Truth was told...a price was paid. Now the beast wanted out, biting at flesh wanting to tear it away. Anger kept rising, the raging thoughts of them who thought they were superior gods! A wrath unleashed...a thirst needed quenching...the beast was out...and it wanted revenge.
She wanted death....a tempting blade...but she only wept and screamed till the beast within had calmed.
Time seemed to drag on. The beast was screaming of  his anguish inside of her, tearing his way to the surface. The eyes of Satan himself, his raw anger swept throughout her blood, no one could stop it. His soul had been tortured, his angel of hell had been hurt, and he wanted revenge. He let his angel weep and sob and scream till the beast had subsided. He would have revenge. Never ever underestimate the quiet. For the quiet ones are the deadliest, baring a forceful power of Satan himself.
If you are reading these words, you  know how i feel, be warned my beast will come again......
She wanted nothing more than freedom...Her inner power gave her just that.......Then again, it kept her prisoner, in his little play chamber. Surrounded by endless darkness, and blue electricity. Perhaps sometime soon she will find her way out of the outer dimensions, and back into the inner dimensions, to save herself, from this eternal nightmare. Maybe even find her way to earth.....if only.....

--------Misty Rayne----

If You have just read the above, then congratulations! You have made it passed the first book! But were you able to catch all the hidden clues? Hmm, yes clues! I have hidden them within the text! Like I've said before, these books are a series of turns,twists, dead ends, and the ultimate test of friendship. Time is running out, the demons are going after the angels, and vice versa. The main players in this little nightmare, are, well, fighting their way back to earth. Michael Landaus has them all trapped within his little play trap. The kicker is, that they don't know that they have been taken over. They will have to rely on outside forces to help them make their way to first Nevaeh Rodriguez, then to the surface to fight the ultimate battle. The road ahead, is not safe, it is highly dangerous. So be prepared for heartbreak, betrayals, revenge, blood lust, and so much more. Enjoy
--------Dreska, Goddess of the heavens, & Azazel, Demon of the 7th level of hell --------



Chapter Zero: New Power
The sun was hidden behind the clouds. Snow fell upon the ground, covering it in a crystalline blanket of white. A soft breeze swirled the snow around, making the wind chill a -30 below zero. Although, most of the weather in Trinitron, Minnesota was -65 below zero. It seemed to be constantly snowing. The trees look like crystal figurines, sparkling in the sun rays. 20 miles south of Trinitron, the  Trinity Marine Base, was frantically moving about. Sending their best into a war that wasn't theirs to fight. But a week prior, Azazel had asked Private Taylor Knight, to go into the inner dimensions, to save his beloved children. Now he was stuck into the mission. Standing at 6'ft and 145  Taylor Knight was the answer to everyone's prayers. With eyes as brown as chocolate and hair as black as onyx, he set out for Kryme, Arizona. He was one of the youngest Marines in all of Trinitron, Minnesota. He was only 17 after all. Everyone respected him though. Wearing only his Marine uniform, the basic camouflage, steel toe boots, and carrying a semi-automatic rifle, he had begun his mission. From the behind you would think he was like any other Marine. But to look into his eyes, you would see years of wisdom, and passion for his job.  What really made his eyes stand out was the half of a skull tattoo. It gave him the air of authority. As he walked the muscles underneath his clothes rippled. He walked with a grace of a thousand lions all marching off to battle. What he didn't know, was that this very mission, could just mean the end of his life. By taking that single step, he changed his destiny forever.

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The silence was unnerving. The darkness was even worse. The small girl walked down the endless corridors, praying she wouldn't be seen. Her clothes were nothing but rags, she trembled every time she heard even the tiniest of sounds. Her breathing quickened as she continued to walk down the dark hallways. The hair on the back of her neck stood on end, and she took off running, not really seeing what direction she was going. It was like being trapped in total darkness, not knowing what was going to jump out at her. Something breathed on her neck, she spins around, but nothing is there. She starts to hyperventilate, but tries to stay calm all the same. She takes off running once again. The walls seemed to pressing up against her, while the ceiling come down on her from up above. She sinks down to the ground and whimpers, and shakes while she is racked with hard hitting sobs. She was trapped inside her own body, not able to break free. Her wood-violet eyes glistened with her tears, as she weeps for her own pitiful sorrow. Gathering courage she screams and starts clawing at the soft walls, but it doesn't help. The girl was trapped, and the was no escaping her fate. Sobbing, she wishes she would have stayed home, but she snuck out to go to a party, now here she was, trapped inside her own body, kicking, and screaming, and desperately trying to find a way out. A gush of ice cold wind blasts her up against a wall, and chains wrap around her arms and waist. She lowers her head, the darkness, was taking over once again.
The wind whistled throughout the outer dimensions. The wind was the only thing that the tormented souls would ever hear. The wind, and the surging electricity, that made up the inner and outer dimensions. Ice cold wind seeped into Misty Rayne's skin once again. She shivers, and continues her work around the Night Kingdom's Castle. For as long as she could remember, she lived within the walls of the Castle. Dressed in rags, and bathed in dirt. Of course, all the tormented souls were like this. Misty was treated worse then the others, for tormented souls were supposed to be below the nobles, and the high vampire prince, Prince Sharkron.  They were supposed to be hideous, covered in their own blood, and smothered in dirt. Except for Misty. Misty had a face carved by Dreska herself, with long flowing black hair that shone like onyx, and wood-violet eyes that would make you want to  weep. Some would believe that Misty was an angel, perhaps an angel of the darkness, but an angel none the less. Even dressed in rags, and covered in dirt, she looked beautiful. That's why she got the worse treatment. She was a goddess trapped in the outer dimensions. However, she was only a human girl. 19 years of age, a maiden you might say. The laws of the Night Kingdom forbid anyone to look upon Prince Sharkron, but that was her first mistake, not only did she look at him, but she fell in love with him. He simply took her breath away, and made her weep when he was in danger and she couldn't do anything to stop it. “HEY! You there! Get back to work” Misty turned around suddenly and jumped, she was day dreaming again, looking around quickly she goes back to work before those evil pathetic  demon's could lash out at her again. Cautiously she looks up  at the sky, long fully waiting for the day to feel the sun upon her skin once again.
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Michael Landaus just sat back and watched all of his play toys. They were changed inside themselves and oh it was so fun to watch them fade into nothing right before his eyes, while his minions took over their souls and their bodies, oh ever so slowly. Dreska had taken away everything that had ment something to him. So haha, he'd get that conniving bitch back one way or the other. She tried to take his son away, saying that he could be his undoing, HA! He looked over to where his son was gradually being taken over, yea, my son is my undoing. HA! I have single handily taken over all of her precious children, so lets her the perfect goddess SOB and cry over her precious creations. I won't let them go until she returns to me what's rightfully mine!! MWHAHAHA! He got up from his throne in the heart of the chaotic dimensions, and let his head back and roared with laughter. Then he stopped suddenly, oh yea, I will get that bitch back no matter what, then he broke off into laughter once again, and the electricity swirled around him, in tune with his demonic thinking. Then he slowly sat back down and watched all his playing things slowly destroy themselves, and he smiled, with an evil grin. Mwhaha....bitch....just you wait....haha......mmmmm......                                                               >>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>><<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<<
The wind blew across the land. The rushing water of the sapphire waterfalls soothed and calmed the soul. The birds sang with the sun and the wolves howled with the moon. All was quiet in this part of the world, at least it was until....Damien Black shot out of the ground like a bat outta hell. His grey eyes shone like an opaque diamond reflected in the moon light. He stood up and dusted himself off. He carved out of stone face, so beautifully crafted was stone like. He stretched out his wings, so grey they were almost black, and he stood straight up. His muscle's rippled like an ocean tide, his leather pants shifting over his skin. Tattoos covered his skin, almost like he was an artist's canvas. He breathed in the cool air around him, and his chest tightened with every breath. His hair flowed down his back and his elfin ears brought out his facial feature's that much more. He reached into the earth and pulled out his leather trench coat and put it on, and reached in again and pulled out the longest vorpal jaded sword on the planet. Then smiling to himself, he leaped into the air and lets his wings out and soared. The cool air seeped into his very soul, and he rejoiced in it. Living for centuries in the outer dimensions, he had became one with the dark, mastered all the elements around him. Still he longed for the light. The darkness was making him insane, he had to escape it, and all of the nightmares that went along with it. He had finally broke free, and he, along with all the other fallen angels, were going to find Nevaeh Rodriguez and fight on her side, all of humanity depended on it. Still he had broken free, after fighting to get to the surface, using every ounce of will power he had done it, and had broken free at last.
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 Her body had frozen over, her soul was dying, her life fading. Her eternal flame was withering away. Her breathing was coming slower, heart had stopped almost completely, but she refused to go with out a fight. Gathering her inner strength she covered herself in a fire and electricity cocoon. Her flame tattoos slowly regained their colour back, and her hair started to shine again. Though how long would it last? Her  mind thought relentlessly  trying to find ways to survive through this nightmare. Except her strength was all ready failing her each and every second. But Alexia's' will power was strong so she kept holding on, as long as she could.
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Crimson hair, topaz lips, and brilliant flame tattoos lining her body. Eyes as red as blood. Teeth sharp as razors. Alexia Williams walked with precise movements, her goal was to please her high lord. Even though he was an abomination in any means. She breaths in the outer dimension air, she could feel the fire and electricity running throughout her very veins. Though something was nagging at her from the inside, she tried to understand it but she just couldn't grasp the meaning of it. Oh well, time to go look for the others...Wait, Others? Where had that thought come from? Oh well, time to go see my lovely master, she smiles and skips away....
Chapter One: Vengeance is deadly
The snow covered the earth like a crystalline blanket, the moon rays poured down from the heavens above and made the snow glisten like opaque diamonds, The winds blew across the foreign landscape. A figure leaned up against a tree, with long flowing chocolate colored hair. Her eyes sparkled like gemstones in the moonlight, and her milk-chocolate skin blended in with the snow. With a face carved by the angels, she looked heaven ward to seek out the northern star, to find her way back home. She walked with the soft foot steps of a cat, and when she moved just the slightest her white cat ears shone beneath her chocolate flowing hair. As the moon's rays followed her, they highlighted the swirling tattoos that laced her arms and back, so barely noticeable at a first glance. She had a voice like liquid honey, she was tender-hearted, but could be a bitch if provoked. At first glance you see an innocent girl, but beneath the glass and porcelain, you find a fierce warrior. The wind playfully swirled around her feet, blowing her satin white dress back behind her like a princess in a winter wonderland. The trees were covered in ice, and the moonlight made them shimmer and glisten like diamonds and crystalline tears. Luna had been following the weary Marine for days. She watched as he stumbled in upon her snowy domain. She had kept out of sight, moving like a cat against a satin pillow case. Not once had the young man noticed her presence. Finally, Luna decided he wasn't a threat, and decided to find her way back home. Back to Althea, Antarctica.
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 The rain pelted against the pavement, like a thousand horse hooves against a meadow. The thunder roared across the city, as the lightning made it's presence known. The street lights were barely visible through the  hellish storm. Footsteps pounded against the pavement, racing to find a hiding place. Shouts and gun shots rang through the air. “Find Him! He couldn't have gotten far! We have our orders! Find him and annihilate him!”  The footsteps get faster, and heaving breathing is barely heard through the shouting and thunder. Another gun shot is fired. “Damn it, FIND HIM GOD DAMN IT! We Must deliver his bleeding body! He is around here somewhere, I can smell his fear!” A heart starts beating into over time, and the breathing comes faster. Darkness is on all sides, and the shouts and gun shots get closer. The lighting surges through the sky, casting light into all the dark corners. Except for the one place where, the KDS bad asses needed to look. “Fuck! How could we have lost a entire human! Especially one like him! Fuck!!”
Three guns shots get fired, and a shadow moves along a brick wall in an alley way. It slowly turns it's head towards the sounds. It breathes in deep and takes up running down the street and jumps in through an apartment window. It sinks against the floor, breathing heavily while it's heart races like a speeding bullet through a gun chamber.  The thunder gets louder, and the lighting strikes down tree's in its wake. The Rain falls down heavily. Two single neon yellow eyes peer over a rotten window cell, looking for it's pursuers. The shadows runs his hands through his silky black hair and down his torn shirt and tattered jeans. His tanned skin was covered in scrapes, and blood, but nonetheless, He was alive....for now........He steadies his breathing, and drifts slowly into
a restless sleep.
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The castle floor was cold as ice. The breeze seeped in through the crevices, and cracks along the walls. All was quiet, the only thing to be heard was the steady breathing, the echoes of the steps of the Castle Guards. Dressed in leather pants, a black tee shirt, and boots, Phaethon walked down each corridor, over and over. He twirled his sword in his hand, imagining that  he was conquering some evil foe. Yet, here he was bored out of his skull. Oh how he longed to be in the light, and out of this dreaded, stank, damp, dark castle! The Vampire's and their Dark Kingdom! Well they could have it! He wanted no part of it! He was only here to protect a certain person. Though that person was a slave, that hardly mattered to him. As long as Prince Sharkron didn't find out, no harm no foul! Ha, Ha! “Clang!, screech!!!” Phaethon winced as his sword slammed right into Prince Sharkron's blade. With out thinking he lowered to his feet and bowed his head before the almighty Vampire Prince. “Rise, Phaethon, You have no need to bow down before me, next time just be a little more careful with your day dreaming! Stay alert! You never know what is lurking about!” Phaethon quickly rose to his feet. “Yes, your highness! I will be more alert, I am sorry i got carried away.” He watched as Prince Sharkron walked down the corridor and vanished into the air around him. Phaethon slowly let out his breath and put his sword away....
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