Sinister Seraphim of Mine (Overworld Chronicles Book 8) by John Corwin Page B
Authors: John Corwin
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Southern in Statesboro." He wrinkled his forehead. "Are we in Atlanta?"
Shelton snorted. "Not exactly, bucko."
"This isn't good," I said to Elyssa. "They're kidnapping noms from hundreds of miles away."
Joss spoke up. "They keep them in sleep spells until feeding time."
"What in the world are you people talking about?" Jessica asked. "What are noms? Who was kidnapped?"
"We have a decision to make," I said. "Have these people been exposed, or do we put them back where they belong?"
"There's no question," Elyssa said in a matter-of-fact tone. "They go back. They obviously haven't been exposed enough to require reeducation."
My high school crush, Katie Johnson, had been exposed to hellhounds, magic, and all sorts of craziness not long after my incubus puberty hit. She'd had to go to a Templar education seminar to acclimate her to the realities of the Overworld and also to inform her she could never tell other normals about its existence.
Daelissa and her minions had repeatedly crossed that particular line. Maximus had recruited high school students for a vampire army, and now the Exorcists were obviously kidnapping noms for angel food.
"You know what?" I said. "I'm sick of playing by the rules while the other side does crap like this."
"What do you suggest we do?" Elyssa asked, hands on hips.
"Someone tell me what's going on!" Jessica cried out. "And please don't tell me my cell phone is lost."
"Are we caught up in some government conspiracy?" Dustin asked. "I've always wanted to bust one of those up."
I ignored the outbursts. "Let's educate the noms." I looked at Jeremiah. "You said the normals fought with everyone else. The way things are going, we'll need strength of numbers, guns, tanks, and god knows what else to win this war."
"Tanks and guns?" Jessica said. "I think we should all coexist peacefully."
Jeremiah's lip curled into a sneer. "Look at these people." He made a backhanded motion. "They're self-absorbed, soft, and stupid; nothing like the people of my day."
"I'm not soft!" Dustin flexed his arm. "I work out, dude."
"Here comes the 'back in my day, sonny' speech," Shelton said.
Elyssa's violet eyes caught mine in a hard glare. "Justin, if you want allies, you're looking at the wrong people."
I shook my head. "Nightliss can turn them into you-know-whats. Look at Katie. She used to be just like these people."
"Are you suggesting we hold open tryouts for the you-know-whats?" Elyssa said. "That's ridiculous."
"Remember Maximus and his you-know-what army? They nearly killed us. Imagine what training could do for these people."
"What's a you-know-what?" Dustin asked.
"Yeah, what are you people talking about?" Jessica added, standing closer to Dustin as if for protection from weirdness.
I almost told them. Instead, I found myself looking at the pair of noms. Dustin had long hair and a slightly dopey look in his eyes, as if he'd hit the bong one too many times. Jessica was pretty, with brown hair streaked with blonde highlights, big brown deer eyes, and enough makeup and jewelry to indicate she was probably on the spoiled side. I sighed. Elyssa was right. Hell, even Jeremiah had a point. These kids wouldn't last a day in the Templars. It took a special kind of temperament for anyone to put their life on the line for a cause.
Even if Nightliss gifted them with enhanced strength and healing, it was likely neither of these two would want to spend their time training and learning to fight supernatural terrors. I wasn't wrong about recruiting noms, but these weren't the noms I was looking for.
"Throw them back," I said, giving Elyssa a slight nod.
Without hesitation, she shot Lancer darts into their necks and knocked them out cold. Nightliss caught Jessica and Elyssa caught Dustin.
"He'd be happy to know the hottest chick ever is holding him now," I said with a wink.
She made a growling noise. "I'll look up some pictures of Georgia Southern and send them back via the omniarch."
"Let's all clean up
Shelton snorted. "Not exactly, bucko."
"This isn't good," I said to Elyssa. "They're kidnapping noms from hundreds of miles away."
Joss spoke up. "They keep them in sleep spells until feeding time."
"What in the world are you people talking about?" Jessica asked. "What are noms? Who was kidnapped?"
"We have a decision to make," I said. "Have these people been exposed, or do we put them back where they belong?"
"There's no question," Elyssa said in a matter-of-fact tone. "They go back. They obviously haven't been exposed enough to require reeducation."
My high school crush, Katie Johnson, had been exposed to hellhounds, magic, and all sorts of craziness not long after my incubus puberty hit. She'd had to go to a Templar education seminar to acclimate her to the realities of the Overworld and also to inform her she could never tell other normals about its existence.
Daelissa and her minions had repeatedly crossed that particular line. Maximus had recruited high school students for a vampire army, and now the Exorcists were obviously kidnapping noms for angel food.
"You know what?" I said. "I'm sick of playing by the rules while the other side does crap like this."
"What do you suggest we do?" Elyssa asked, hands on hips.
"Someone tell me what's going on!" Jessica cried out. "And please don't tell me my cell phone is lost."
"Are we caught up in some government conspiracy?" Dustin asked. "I've always wanted to bust one of those up."
I ignored the outbursts. "Let's educate the noms." I looked at Jeremiah. "You said the normals fought with everyone else. The way things are going, we'll need strength of numbers, guns, tanks, and god knows what else to win this war."
"Tanks and guns?" Jessica said. "I think we should all coexist peacefully."
Jeremiah's lip curled into a sneer. "Look at these people." He made a backhanded motion. "They're self-absorbed, soft, and stupid; nothing like the people of my day."
"I'm not soft!" Dustin flexed his arm. "I work out, dude."
"Here comes the 'back in my day, sonny' speech," Shelton said.
Elyssa's violet eyes caught mine in a hard glare. "Justin, if you want allies, you're looking at the wrong people."
I shook my head. "Nightliss can turn them into you-know-whats. Look at Katie. She used to be just like these people."
"Are you suggesting we hold open tryouts for the you-know-whats?" Elyssa said. "That's ridiculous."
"Remember Maximus and his you-know-what army? They nearly killed us. Imagine what training could do for these people."
"What's a you-know-what?" Dustin asked.
"Yeah, what are you people talking about?" Jessica added, standing closer to Dustin as if for protection from weirdness.
I almost told them. Instead, I found myself looking at the pair of noms. Dustin had long hair and a slightly dopey look in his eyes, as if he'd hit the bong one too many times. Jessica was pretty, with brown hair streaked with blonde highlights, big brown deer eyes, and enough makeup and jewelry to indicate she was probably on the spoiled side. I sighed. Elyssa was right. Hell, even Jeremiah had a point. These kids wouldn't last a day in the Templars. It took a special kind of temperament for anyone to put their life on the line for a cause.
Even if Nightliss gifted them with enhanced strength and healing, it was likely neither of these two would want to spend their time training and learning to fight supernatural terrors. I wasn't wrong about recruiting noms, but these weren't the noms I was looking for.
"Throw them back," I said, giving Elyssa a slight nod.
Without hesitation, she shot Lancer darts into their necks and knocked them out cold. Nightliss caught Jessica and Elyssa caught Dustin.
"He'd be happy to know the hottest chick ever is holding him now," I said with a wink.
She made a growling noise. "I'll look up some pictures of Georgia Southern and send them back via the omniarch."
"Let's all clean up
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