Laverne Thompson
Excerpt from Angel Rising: Redemption
Warning to those who follow:
Evil does not always wear the face of the unappealing.
People don’t usually spend time gazing into the eyes
of the homely. On the contrary, most poor souls are too
busy looking away, or perhaps trying to pretend they
don’t notice the unsightly wart on someone’s face. Yet,
they gaze raptly into the eyes of beauty.
Malevolence can and will display the face of
immense loveliness and often not just a stunning
portrait, but one reserved for gods and angels alike.
After all, such is a face with which to become
enraptured. Mortals are unable to look away from
those eyes of deepest midnight, set in such perfectly
symmetrical beautiful features, only to be ensnared in
the abyss of their own destruction. Most people don’t
bother to look past the façade. If, for some reason, they
happen to catch a glimpse of the vast emptiness lying
within the portals to what should have been a soul,
they discount it. Claiming it is nothing more than a
trick of the light. More fool they.
People are experts at denial, especially with what
they don’t understand. Or fear. Which is why those
with hollow souls exist unknown among us. The
soulless ones roam the world looking for something
to fill the void inside, craving the emotions they do
not have. Human blood, fueled on strong emotions,
provides such nourishment.
Hate and violence are the most filling and favored,
but over time, require vast amounts of human fodder.
These emotions are the easiest to understand and
manipulate on a large and more satisfying degree.
It is mere child’s play for these soulless creatures to