"Reaper
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Ione." -- Donna Grant, New York
Times bestselling author”
For love, he’ll watch the world burn.
For revenge, he’ll light the match.
New York Times bestselling author Larissa
Ione returns to her fan favorite Demonica Series with REAPER, available now!
THE
DEMONICA SERIES RETURNS…
He
is the Keeper of Souls. Judge, jury, and executioner. He is death personified.
He
is the Grim Reaper.
A
fallen angel who commands the respect of both Heaven and Hell, Azagoth has
presided over his own underworld realm for thousands of years. As the overlord
of evil souls, he maintains balance crucial to the existence of life on Earth
and beyond. But as all the realms gear up for the prophesied End of Days, the
ties that bind him to Sheoul-gra have begun to chafe.
Now,
with his beloved mate and unborn child the target of an ancient enemy, Azagoth
will stop at nothing to save them, even if it means breaking blood oaths and
shattering age-old alliances.
Even
if it means destroying himself and setting the world on fire…
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Excerpt
“I have no doubt
Azagoth will stop at nothing to save Lilliana,” Reaver admitted. “But he knows
that if he releases Satan, Satan will kill Lilliana. He can’t risk it.”
“What do you
suggest we do then?”
“I can talk to
him,” Reaver said. “Hawkyn requested information about a fallen angel named
Flail. I’ll use that as an excuse to get to Azagoth.”
A flock of gulls
squawked as the birds circled the palace, looking for handouts from Caila’s
guests, and Metatron had to raise his voice to be heard. “You said he sealed
off Sheoul-gra.”
“Hawkyn will open
it to me if I can convince him that I’m not there to destroy his father.”
It shouldn’t be a
problem; Hawkyn wouldn’t have contacted Reaver at all if he weren’t sure Reaver
could handle the situation without killing anyone.
“And if Azagoth
is out of control?” Metatron asked. “Will you destroy him?”
“Isn’t it a
little early to be discussing that?”
Metatron rolled
his shoulders, probably not even aware he’d done it, but Reaver knew he was
testing his wings and his powers, feeling them out at the thought that shit
might get really fucking biblical real soon.
“He can’t be
allowed to release Satan,” he said, fire in his tone. “And he can’t be allowed
to escape Sheoul-gra.”
“Would escaping
be such a bad thing?”
Reaver wasn’t
Azagoth’s biggest fan, but the guy had been trapped for thousands of years.
He’d proven that he was capable of wrangling souls and navigating the politics
of both Sheoul and Heaven. He’d chilled out a lot since getting mated, too.
Seemed like it wouldn’t be a big deal if he lived where he wanted and commuted
to work.
Metatron appeared
troubled that Reaver would even ask such an apparently insane question. “Yes,
it could be bad.”
“Why?” Reaver
asked. “I mean, I get that he’s an asshole, but a lot bigger assholes are running around loose.”
Like the fallen
angels who had killed Wraith. He clenched his fists, wishing he was out hunting
them right now.
“Azagoth signed
contracts,” Metatron said. “Contracts sealed with the powers of Heaven and
Sheoul. We don’t know what kind of damage we’d take if he made that big of a
breach.”
Sounded kind of
minor to Reaver, but he knew well how seriously Heaven took broken rules and
breaches of contract. They also weren’t fond of Heaven being damaged, which was
why Revenant, while technically welcome here, wasn’t…welcome. His presence destroyed everything around him.
“Okay,” Reaver
said. “Let me grab the info on Flail and give Hawkyn a call. I’ll let you know
what happens. And, Uncle?”
Metatron inclined
his head.
“I want this to
stay between us for now.”
Silence
stretched. Not even the gulls called out, and Reaver started to sweat. Metatron
had always been fair and by-the-book, which was probably part of why Reaver had
been such a rule breaker as a youth. And beyond. Hell, he still was, he just
wasn’t as reckless about it now.
Responsibility
was a bitch.
About Larissa
Ione
Air Force veteran Larissa Ione traded
in a career in meteorology to pursue her passion of writing. She has since
published dozens of books, hit several bestseller lists, including the New York
Times and USA Today, and has been nominated for a RITA award. She now spends
her days in pajamas with her computer, strong coffee, and supernatural worlds.
She believes in celebrating everything, and would never be caught without a
bottle of Champagne chilling in the fridge…just in case. She currently lives in
Wisconsin with her retired U.S. Coast Guard husband, her son, a rescue cat
named Vegas, and her very own hellhounds, a King Shepherd named Hexe and a
Belgian Malinois named Duvel.
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