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Do You Believe In Angels & Demons?  God Does… Got Faith?

By K.A. M'Lady

In every religion, culture and society throughout time angels and demons have been among us.  From mankind’s first breath they have stood as witnesses and watchers.  The Slavonic Book of Enoch (I Enoch; Dev. R 5) describes Gabriel and Michael as witnesses to the wedding of Adam and Eve.  They are the original watchers and, as their name describes; angel – coming from the Greek word aggelos, and the Hebrew word mal’ak, meaning messenger.  They have, according to Judeo-Christian belief been the harbingers of the Word of God, bringing forth the plight of mankind’s future and, in some instances, the beginning of end.

In the Christian Bible angels are mentioned approximately 108 times in the Old Testament and 165 times in the New Testament.  According to the books of Job and Luke however, (Job 1:14, Luke 7:24, 9:52) angels are ordinary people who carry messages.  But what is the message they bring?

To answer a portion of this question you must first ask yourself when did the angels fall?  The Book of Revelations (Re. 12:7) states, “Now war arose in heaven, Michael and his angels fighting against the dragon.  And the dragon and his angels fought back, but he was defeated, and there was no longer a place for them in heaven.  And the great dragon was thrown down, that ancient serpent, who is called the devil and Satan, the deceiver of the whole world – he was thrown down to the earth, and his angels were thrown down with him.”

In 1273 Pope John XXI, then the Bishop of Tusculum estimated that there were a total of 133,306,668 angels who sided with Satan in his revolt against God.  Hundreds of thousands of demons that, according to the books of Mathew, Peter, Jude and Ephesians, are under the leadership of Satan.  And in their deceit, rebellion and evil will stop at nothing to gain victory by subtlety.

It is here in this darkness that mankind will find Faith.

Faith Savage – A Demon Huntress Novel Series by K.A. M’Lady

Mojocastle Press

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“Yum! I am in love with your series.  I just went to Mojocastle and purchased the rest of your books!  I had to…Thank you for the immense pleasure given to me as I read your tale.”

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This angel/demon world K.A. M’Lady has made is very addictive and is a great start to a great series.

Steph – Bitten By Books

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Exciting, Scary, Sexy

I read all the Faith Savage stories at once and I’m so glad I did.  If I’d had to wait to read the next on in the series, I don’t know what I would have done.  Faith is feisty, strong, vulnerable as she fight the forces of Hell.  Lots of demon action in the stories, lots of scary stuff, and some hot sex.  If you like supernatural thrillers, you’ll love the Faith Savage stories.  And who knew angels and demons were so sexy?

Cara Marsi – Author

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Faith Savage – A Demon Huntress Novel Series

By

K.A. M’Lady

In the beginning God created the Heavens, the Earth…and Angels.  No one is certain when the war started – when the Angels went astray.  All that is clear is that war erupted in Heaven and the Angels fell from Grace.  Today that war continues.

My name is Faith Savage and I hunt demons.  Some say that God has a master plan for all of us – from an Angel’s first brath to mankind’s final death.  Somewhere in between lays the battle for salvation.

Excerpt: (from Book 4 ~ When Angels Fall – A Faith Savage Demon Huntress Novel)

I crossed the street with a shuddering breath, the whisper of my fears fogging against the night’s chill, damp air. Father Daniel was a hard thought at my heels when we met the officer standing guard at the yellow tape.

“Ma’am, sir. I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to ask you to step back away from the scene.” Water dripped from the plastic wrap that covered his police cap. His jacket shimmered with speckles that collected stray hews of crimson light off the bookstore’s sign. Even his badge glowed dark chartreuse in the night’s subdued light beneath the clean-shaven face of a pasty white boy, mid-twenties. But the hard edge of one too many drunks on the roadways or two-too many domestic batteries and a few random, senseless murders rode the rim of his once hopeful light green eyes.

Life weary, some called it. And at such a young age. Seemed such a waste if you asked me. Of course, nobody was.

“I’m Father Daniel. Your Inspector called me,” Father Daniel told him.

His voice sounded so soothing, calm and reassuring amidst the fear that hid in the shadows. You could feel the stain of repressed violence creep along your flesh. Death and violence were out here in the rain-soaked night, watching each of us. Waiting to slither up our spines and whisper their dark magic in our ears. Waiting to tell us our most worrisome fears have come to life while they cackled on the wind like the deceivers that they were.

But Father Daniel, his was the voice of reason in this darkness. The voice carrying the power of God, come to settle peace among his flock. A voice Heaven sent to make sure that the poor unfortunate soul that had passed just beyond our view had been set free to join Him in eternal peace in Heaven. It was a voice that whispered comfort and peace and helped to chase away that darkness.

“Let him pass.”

Just like that my thoughts of turmoil then happiness faded and I was left blinking away my visions as another voice from the darkness sent chills coursing down my spine. Memories of the flesh encompassed me. Need and temptation, want and hunger roared through my mind like straight-line winds.

I felt my spine stiffen. My breath catch. Only dread and darkness washes the Light from your mind like that.

“Ma’am?” the officer questioned, turning those pale green eyes, now filled with concern, down to stare at me as though he could peer into the depths of my soul and see my darkness rising.

“Faith? Child, are you all right?” Father Daniel reached for me, and where he touched steamed in the cool night air.

My throat had become a hard knot. My heart thumped so loudly I could hear its rumble pulsing in my eardrums. Yet, I couldn’t make myself move. I couldn’t think beyond the voice from the darkness. It beckoned me. Slave, ye shall be. Eternity is waiting. The darkness calls.

It had Inspector Barry’s gruff baritone down to a T, but the foreboding that followed on the silence frightened me. I knew what was in the darkness and it seldom frightened me. This time I was truly afraid.

“Faith? Faith? Faith!” Barry’s yell finally managed to break through the torment that had invaded me like my worst childhood nightmare come back to life. I finally took a breath and felt the burn seep past my throat and into my lungs. Then I looked up, blinking into the pale blue of distressed, angry cop eyes.

“What in all the Saint’s name are you doing here? I thought after your most recent escapade you’d still be

home, asleep. Safe, which is where you belong. What are you doing at my crime scene?”

I looked at him, really looked at him, mouth agape, shoulders ram-rod stiff. What the hell was he talking about? Jeez, sleep with a man and he thinks he owns you.

“Can I have a word with you?” Aggravation oozed from every word as I stepped away from the police tape and Father Daniel.

“Faith, I don’t have time for this.”

I turned and glared at him saying, “I don’t give a shit what you have time for, Inspector. You have two seconds to trot your ass over here before I make a scene.”

The anger levels were extremely high. Which led me to believe that whatever had done-in Angeline was still lingering. The infestation of darkness was upping the angst. Motivating tempers. Stirring the madness.

“Look, Faith,” Barry began when we stepped away from the crowd to lean against the side of the nearest building, hidden amidst the shadows. “I know I shouldn’t have left you the way I did, but I really didn’t have a choice. We should have finished our talk,” he stated, reaching for my hand, “I had to check in with my Captain. And now we’ve had three homicides in a row.”

“What?” My voice had risen with my uncertainty. “What are you talking about, three homicides? And when exactly did you leave?”

“What do you mean, ‘When did I leave?”

“I mean, at what point during the night did you leave me, Barry? Was it before or after you had sex with me?”

His pale blue eyes were wide, his mouth making a perfect O. My stomach clenched in fear. Eight million horrific thoughts spun through my mind like a swarm of mosquitoes across a hot South Dakota roadway. Except this whirlwind was trapped inside me and each thought was sucking the life from within me.

I stared at him, like a hard thought would make him spill all of his innermost secrets. The world around us seemed to pause; the rain and the night held its breath waiting for him respond. There was nothing beyond the circle of us. Just two people in the dark, his hand connected to mine.

“We never had sex,” he whispered.

There it was, like a slap. If I hadn’t felt his pulse shudder and watched the small flicker of a shadow flash across the blue of his eyes I’d have missed it. Barry was lying. The question was, why?

He turned, began to release my hand and started to walk away. I yanked him back towards me.

“You’re a liar,” I growled. Irritation seeped through my teeth like venom, but I didn’t care. “There is a dead girl spiked to a light pole like a crucified whore just a few feet beyond us. Evil and darkness are filling this entire street like a mad-hatter with an empty pot and a ready plate anxious for its second course meal and you, Ian Barry, are a fucking liar. I may not remember all of the details of our little journey back from Hell,” I told him poking him in the chest. “But I do know this, there is a war going on between the Light and the darkness and for some unknown reason, I’ve been marked as a prize.

“What the hell you have to do with that is completely beyond me at the moment, but whatever it is I will find out and when I do, if you’re on the side of darkness, you’re going down right along with the rest of them.” I was fuming, my anger so intense that it bubbled in my gut until my stomach hurt. “So,” I continued, “unless you’re going to be straight with me, get out of my way, because I need to find out why the hooker I cast a demon from is hanging in this alley.”

I then shoved him away from me. So hard, in fact that he stumbled into the building. I didn’t care and I didn’t bother to check to see if he was all right, but instead kept walking. Father Daniel and the officer of the crime tape were still keeping guard over the scene.

“Let’s get on with this,” I said, trying without much luck to sound civil. Crime Tape Officer just lifted the tape and let us proceed. Father Daniel knew me well enough by now to not even bother to say a word.

“Faith, wait,” Barry shouted from the darkness behind me.

“I don’t have time for this, Inspector,” I snarkly returned as I kept walking down the alley, puddles

splashing with the force of each movement. The alley was now pretty much cleared out of beat cops and lab techs that had walked its murky road. Now they were just waiting for us to look over the scene, advise the Inspector of our professional opinions on death magic, ritual killings, the evil and the damned and then allow them to remove the body.

“Faith, you don’t understand,” Barry stated, his voice so close I could feel the heat of it against the back of my neck. His concern and misery were coiled together, each a touchable, palpable thing.

“Why don’t you explain it to her, Inspector Ian Barry,” Angeline sagely whispered from the darkness beyond.

My spine stiffened as the temperature dropped about thirty degrees. Rain froze on windows panes like cracked spectacles of snowflakes past. The ground fast became black ice steeped with blood that had apparently dripped from the victim. Blood that now hung in shards of icy crimson from the pierced hands of a not-so-innocent dead girl.

I stood there with my breath held tightly in my lungs, paralyzed with awe, watching as Angeline’s breath plumed before her. I watched while her head rose from slumped shoulders and cold, dead, black eyes stared back at us gleefully.

“Holy Mother of God,” I finally uttered.

“Fucking whore on a stake,” it laughed in reply.

Also Available Now in the Faith Savage Series at Mojocastle Press, Amazon, Barnes & Noble and Are

Faith Savage – Faith’s Temptation ~ Bonus Story

Faith Savage – Book 1 ~ Glow

Faith Savage – Book 2 ~ Fear No Evil

Faith Savage – Book 3 ~ Transgressions

Faith Savage – Book 4 ~ When Angels Fall

Faith Savage – Book 5 ~ The Ash Collector

Faith Savage – Book 6 ~ Wicked’s Kiss

Faith Savage – Book 7 ~ Sinner

Faith Savage – Book 8 ~ Messenger – Coming Soon

K.A. M’Lady

Fantasy Romance Kissed With Dark Sensuality

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Today, K is very generously giving away the first four stories in her Faith Savage series to one lucky winner who answers this question: What does K spend her days doing - besides writing? (Hint: check out the bio on her website :) ). Her contest will close at midnight tonight, and her winner will be announced tomorrow on this thread.