"Not all souls experience bliss. Not all aspects of the afterlife are fluffy clouds and golden halos. An insane mission, an epic rescue, that's what John was asking, the impossible.

Why did I do it, trade heaven for hell, of my own free will? Maybe it wasn't free will, maybe something greater than myself force my hand. Either way, it doesn't matter. If you've been where I've been, seen what I've seen, you'll be disturbed, you'll understand ... you'll want to save them all."

-William Stark

Forced by circumstance and calling, William Stark must choose again to put his spirit to the test. Descending into hell to resurrect one of the most hated men in history, no easy task for a teenager taken before his time. Plagued by fear and self-doubt, William must find his inner strength and courageous heart; or risk being consumed in the everlasting fires of eternal nightmare.

The Resurrectionist Book II: Lost People

 Thunder rose around us. Emerging from all sides were vile, disgusting creatures, souls and spirits. Panic rushed me. I cringed looking upon the castle courtyard after costing Duke the fight. My weakness forced him to use his power to create a shield, draining him of his reserves. I opened my mouth, about to scream for John. 


 "A great victory for the great Duke!" Shouted a voice as the herd erupted wild and raucous cheers. Duke stepped to an altar in the middle of the castle courtyard. 


 "My Legion, this is indeed a great victory!" Confusion engulfed me as the crowd cheered wildly. 


 "The Guardian Angel is weak, pathetic!" Duke yelled. I felt offended, wanting to remind him that Monika sent him packing, not the other way around. She was far from weak. 


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