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.


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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)

It’s been three days since Faerai’s attack on Leilyn’s life; and also her baby daddy’s self-introduction. Thinking about it, Leilyn wonders if she dreamt all that, but Samael’s visits for the last three days – to transfer some Essence into her Piccolo – makes her know that yep! Those shits really went down. 


‘But seriously? The Angel of Death?’ 


She still hasn’t gotten over the shock that she houses the child of an ancient Celestial being. A fucking Seraphim to boot. Although, since his reveal, Leilyn has been curious about so many things about Heaven. Especially the Tiers. She wants to know how everything is run. 


‘When he comes, I’ll just ask him.’ She shrugs. 


Leilyn’s stomach gives a growl and she looks down at it. She pats her bulge with a chuckle. “I take it you’re hungry. Well, time for mid-morning snack then.” And with that, she stands up from her desk, walks out from her study room and heads over to the kitchen. 


36: Questions