Fallen Into Hell: Fallen: Book 2, Layna Snow [the mitten read aloud .TXT] 📗

Kellen knew that this wasn’t a deal he was making. This was an order. “Yes, anything, Master.” He would even kill himself if that was required. He hoped it was not, however.

He had plans.

Plans for him and his Master to rule up here.

“I need you to summon a Demon into the Human Realm.” The teenager said, his blue eyes serious.

The man didn’t understand the request. That was easy. Demons were summoned from Hell all the time. It was usually Lesser Demons, those who are not very powerful, but also aren’t magically chained to Hell.

“A High Demon, no doubt.” He reflected. The Dark Lord would be able to get a Human to summon a Lesser. Those Demons could literally walk out of Hell. The more power one had, the more difficult it was to get them out. The Dark Lord himself was impossible to summon. No one had that kind of power.

“Yes. A Seltar more specifically.” Seltars were High Demons, quiet powerful. They were legendary for their fighting ability, and were often likened to snakes, based on the way they talked. There were few of them, and they were mostly female.

There was a reason for that.

Seltar Demons consumed their mates after fornication, the male bodies carrying the necessary genes and chemicals to fertilize the eggs. The female Seltar could extract that stuff from their digested mates. They could smell emotion and spit acid. The males could also change the weather at will by influencing the air currents and electromagnetic fields. Tolk suspected that it was their doing that stopped electronics from working in Hell.

“I would need to find a vessel that has Demon blood and is easily controlled.” He said, already making plans for the next few weeks. He had contacts around the world. It should be easy enough to find. Then he’d need an innocent blood sacrifice and a-

“No, you do not. I need someone with Angel blood, powerful Angel blood.”

Tolk couldn’t help but stare at his Master. Finding and capturing an Angel would be more difficult.

Someone of power needed to be used, and Angels could disappear too easily. Their power had to leak from them slowly to keep them caged. It would take time to find someone with the amount of power that his Master wanted.

He knew of none at the moment and he had hundreds of Hidden locked away in many of his testing facilities. None had strong enough blood. They would need someone who has been alive for at least a thousand years and had recently Fallen.

A Fallen of that age would be hard to find. He didn’t know of one that existed today.

“It will take time, Master. I need to wait until I find someone strong enough. Have you sensed anything recently? Has an Angel Fallen who would have blood powerful enough?” The Devil was able to sense when Angels fell, could sense their power and their age. He could tell where they Fell, and he could sense why they Fell. It was an ability that the man had never questioned.

“Yes, that is why I asked you now. A female Angel was just exiled for Wrath. She is Falling now, and as she hits Earth, she will be weak enough for the Demon to hold. You call the Demon into the world, and she will find the Angel. You must then find her so that you can be sure the Demon wins the internal battle for control. She will be difficult to take. Lure her first. The Angel does not know much about this world, but she can’t be taken down with brawn. Be subtle and use your mind. I do not want you to ever use the Demon’s name against her while she is in the Angel.”

“What will she be used for here?” Tolk asked. Would she help him in his own endeavors? That would be the best gift of all.

“She will be on her own mission, but she will also aide you in yours, in exchange for lodging and protection. Remember, you do not want to cross me.”

With that last bit of advice, the Dark Master waved his hand.

The mirror exploded from the blast of magic, severing the tie between the worlds for good. This mirror would not summon another portal, its reflection broken into tiny sharp bits of glass. Not even the back of the mirror reminded intact, the mirror shards shredding the paper.

Tolk felt the blast of power hit him in the chest. He had known that breaking the connection would throw off powerful backlash, but no one could ever be prepared. His chair slammed back, hitting the wall behind him with a resounding crack. Plaster clattered to the floor, kicking up dust.

For a moment he wasn’t sure he could breathe, but then the pressure lessened, letting him draw in a large breath.

He looked around the room, disgusted. The blast had knocked everything around, making the room look destroyed. Books littered the floor and his computer was smashed on its side. The chair on the other side of his desk had been pushed a few feet away and lay awkwardly. Even his intercom was ruined. His assistant stayed where he was, though. Still eager to please. “Call maintenance.” He ordered, but he needn’t have. His assistant would always do as he asked.

He knew that his people would put everything to rights. Everyone in the company did exactly what they were told. The punishment for failure was severe. The punishment for treachery was worse.

Kellen Tolk left the messy room and headed to his secretary’s desk. He needed to make a few calls to some people. If this Fallen was strong enough, he would find her, and he would use her. Maybe he wouldn’t need to actually capture her.

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Lucifer smiled into the darkness. The shadows alive with souls. Tolk