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2024-12-26 18:00:48Noah had taken the cuffs off her, placed her in a room, made sure there was nothing she could use to write on her skin, then he had left her alone in the dark.
Sitting on the side of the bed, while Noah moved around freely in the room outside, Serenity stared at the floor and tried to comprehend what was happening to her.
Demons. Angels. Armies of Heaven. Skin Writers.
She’d been too shocked to see the huge bat-like wings which unfurled from Noah’s skin, to ask too many more questions. What would she ask anyway? If she was drugged? Noah had already been adamant, she wasn’t. There was nothing to do now, only unpack the information Noah had divulged and hope for more answers.
Lifting her arm, she stared at the spot she’d written on her skin. The words had long since left her flesh and the fatigue had ebbed. Her fingers traced along her arm softly. She’d never thought much of her gift. It was just something she could do
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“Great.” She sank back against the sofa and watched the demon eat. While she wanted more answers, they weren’t quite the right ones. “How many Skin Writers are there?”His chopsticks hovered in mid-air, and he slowly looked at her. “Not enough… and you’re the only one not controlled.”“Hence why I’m feral?”He shook his head, pointing his chopsticks at her. “No, I called you that, because you fight like an rabid animal. You need to learn combat. How to fight against an angel and win.”“And what about against a demon?”“Demons won’t hurt you. Most won’t even come near you. You scare them.”Serenity cackled, “Ha! Me, scare a demon?”“You can control demons, Serenity. What you write on your skin, you may think is for humans. A way of getting by, in the world. But once you turn twenty-one, the
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“I thought I told you not to stay up too late?”Serenity’s head lifted; eyes gritty as she looked at Noah. Dressed in jeans and a white shirt, at any other time, she’d swoon at how good-looking her guardian was. But right now, she was too wired with what she’d found out.“Do you know once a Skin Writer reaches her full potential, she can write without the aid of anything?” she shoved the book to the side and stood, watching as the demon potted around the kitchenette. He lifted the coffee pot and squinted at it, turning back to her. “Yeah, sorry. I drank it.”He went to the small cupboard and opened it, before closing it again and turned back to her, narrowing his eyes.“All of it.”Noah groaned, shoving his hand through tangles of blond hair, and turned back to the machine, shoving the pot back into its cradle. “Just a word of advice. Leave coffee for us.”
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