In a technological advanced age, set years after World War 3, humans have finally adjusted to the new world in which they found themselves by their own making. Unbeknownst to them, in their midst are Supernatural Beings of great power and intelligence, hiding perfectly away from their greedy sights.

After many years of tears, blood and hardships, all Leilyn Xander wanted to do is to enjoy her much needed retirement and bask in the quietness the woods around her provided. All she wanted was to live in peace for the remaining years of her life. But unfortunately for her,Fate has other plans. 

Crashing into her life are three teenagers, who serve as the stepping stones for her relatively peaceful life being disturbed by self-obsessed psychopaths and entities. 

Now, she has to battle Angels, Daemons and other High Entities just to get back on her retirement plans. 

She honestly didn't sign up for this. 

But hey! At least the impromptu trips to various Dimensions compensate for the unnecessary troubles.


                      ××××××××××××××


WARNING: This book is bloody and gory. The deaths are explicit and there will be mentions of torture. Read at your own risk.


Copyright ©️ 2020 Enma Eden All Rights Reserved 


UNDER HEAVY EDITING

PUER MORTIS (Child of Death)

Black. Endless black void; that’s all Leilyn could see. She sits up – when did she lie on the floor? – and looks around. Her brows creases into a frown, eyes blinking in confusion. With a grunt, she gets up. 


“Hello?” She calls out, but gets silence in return. Her frown deepens. “Hello? Is anyone there?” More deafening silence. Leilyn becomes unnerved by this. She wraps her arms around herself, before she starts to take small steps forward. 


Leilyn kept walking and walking, calling out into the light black void. She ponders on what the hell is going on; how she got here and where in the seven circles of hell is she? She halts, brows furrowing. 


She looks around with a flat look, unimpressed. “What kind of low budget Hell is this?” She asks out loud. 


A chuckle sounds behind her before a familiar voice says, “Only you will dear call Hell low budget.” 


34: Another Goodbye