Sunday Snippet 2: Sons of Heaven


It was a couple of days after Christmas and I was waiting for Haadiyah back at my apartment in the Dallas. Antonio stayed with Dad and I promised I would check in periodically to let them know I was okay. Fortunately, Haadiyah told me that her team of demon hunters congregated somewhere in city limits. I was both excited and nervous. My experience with demons was minimal at the least but yet in still I had experience of what they were capable of. I packed a few clothes into my backpack. I would stay at their headquarters for as long as I needed to learn everything they had to teach me. Haadiyah was a normal human in every way and she appeared fearless when talking about demon hunting. The training that Valerie taught her must have been profound. I figured that Valerie had filled the void of her mother and because of that, Haadiyah felt a responsibility to try to save her.

There was a knock at my door. I looked at the time on my cellphone. “Hmm, early.”

I opened the door and Jason smiled back at me. “ You didn’t think I just let you go at this alone did you?” Jason wasn’t quite as human. He was the alter-ego of my own personal guardian angel, Shariel. Of course Shariel couldn’t just around in full angel glory, freaking people out so he assumed a Clark Kent-like persona as Jason Juarez.

“Hey Jason, so are you here to babysit me,” I sarcastically commented. Jason walked in and patted my shoulder.

“I’ve been babysitting you longer than you realize, Homie.”

“Well, if you’re watching me how can you keep an eye on Antonio? We are twins.”

“I’m attached to both of you, If either one of you are in trouble I can sense it. I would feel more comfortable tagging along with you though, since you don’t have the privilege of having supernatural strength like Antonio.” He had a point.

“Well, I don’t want them asking too many questions about you following me around. Can’t you assume another form that’s not so–I dunno, obvious?” I asked Jason. Jason eyes moved from side to side in thought.

“Perhaps something smaller.” Jason stretched his arms out and the pupils of his eyes began to glow white. Energy emitted around and through his body until I could no longer see the details in his face. I shielded my eyes but continued to try to witness this transformation. There was nothing but a sphere of light before me. It shrunk down slower and slower until it was almost small enough to fit in my hand. As the light dissipated, a shape of something emitted from the light. I squinted to make out the shape. The cutest hamster scampered to my feet. .

“Is this decent?” Jason, the hamster squeaked. It seemed that I could translate whatever he squeaked out into actual english.

I took his little furry body into my hands and giggled, “Yeah this is perfect. I’ll just put you in my jacket pocket.”

“Okay, just don’t crush me!” I gently guided the furry little angelic hamster into the inside pocket of my jacket. The door knocked again.

“That has to be Haadiyah,” I said outloud. I opened the the door and my younger sister peered up at me.

“You packed?” She marched in and looked around. I traveled light mostly. I grabbed my backpack and duffel bag from behind the door. She nodded in approval. She grabbed my duffel and proceeded to put it in the trunk of the black shiny SUV she arrived in.

“Nice, do you guys make money from demon hunting,” I wondered. She side-eyed me while she secured the back door of the SUV.

“Some people donate for our services, but we keep funded a number of ways.” She left it at that. There was more to this group than she wanted to tell but that was okay. I knew if there was something to know, that I could discover it. We drove about thirty minutes through the city to what looked like an abandoned warehouse area on the far south side of the city . It was a sketchy area and it was well into the evening so that didn’t make me feel any better. She parked next to a warehouse by an abandoned railroad track. “We’re here. Follow me,” Haadiyah said.

Sunday Snippet: Sons of Heaven

For those don’t know… I’m a published author. I have links to my books on my web blog. I’m currently working on a new novel. It’s taken me quite longer, ya know living life, collecting info, figuring out different ways to tell a story. I decided I would share bits and pieces for those that haven’t read my material. Maybe if pieces of past novels so here’s a bit from the new novel… enjoy.

“You’re my father,” Haadiyah said to my dad. It was an unexpected Christmas present and we were all shocked to say the very least. Haadiyah Musaddiq was seventeen, two years younger than me, and beautiful long black braided hair. Her eyes were stern like Dad’s
“See I told you Dad wasn’t all that innocent,” Antonio, my twin, said to me shaking his head. Dad’s face froze. I didn’t need my empathetic power to see what he was thinking or feeling. It was obvious.
“Wha-,” he clambered for words, “how?” The scene was all too familiar. My dad, Anthony Turner, unexpectedly walked back into my life after my mother passed away in a car wreck. They lived apart of years to separately raise me and my brother. They did it to protect us; from what you ask? A fallen angel has been tormenting my family for years. Now before you close this book and walk away screaming I will let you know I have written other books to explain my past so I won’t go too much into it. The reason why there has been so much supernatural occurrences in my family is because I’m not your typical college student. My mother was a half blood. Her father is this fallen angel and since my birth he has been trying to use me and Antonio for his own twisted agenda.
“Sabia… that’s my mother,” Haadiyah explained. Sabia met my dad years ago when he started writing.
“Oh my god, Sabia,” Anthony placed his hands over his mouth as if to stop what might have escaped, “She helped edit a lot of my work”
“Looks like she helped with a little more than that,” Antonio commented. Antonio and Dad always butted heads. Dad was always on his case about going to church and living right and this, in Antonio’s mind, confirmed Anthony’s hypocrisy.
“My mother was seeing someone else at the time as well,” Haadiyah added, “They ended up getting married and she continued to keep her secret. She didn’t reveal the truth to me until after he was killed last year.”
“I’m sorry,” I said relating to her pain. I was all too familiar with family secrets. It seemed that family was built on them and now, Haadiyah walked into our lives, revealing to Anthony that he was her father and propositioned me.
“Have you decided yet what you’re going to do? I don’t have all day and I have to go on with or without you, “ she demanded. I could tell she wasn’t from Texas, she had a very northern attitude and spoke very quickly not typical of southerners who spoke slower. Her dark hair was braided securely in one long tail and she was dressed in dusty jeans and a leather jacket typical of a biker. Dad had already presented his discrepancies about me joining the demon hunting ranks because he had lost my mother to supernatural beings. I wasn’t sure if he even trusted Haadiyah fully but she didn’t seem to care her focus was me. I knew he was against the whole idea and wanted me to live a so call “normal life” . But I wasn’t normal. I had angel blood flowing through my veins and because of that, I was bestowed with special abilities. I could hear the thoughts of people clear as day as well as their emotions. Sometimes it got so difficult I couldn’t discern between my own thoughts and theres. I guess you could say I sort of “melted” into people. Their memories became my own. Their angers, fears, and joys intertwined with mine at a mere touch. With my twin brother it was so powerful that a lot of my dreams were just me watching life through his eyes. The only dark side to my gifts that has scared me was that if I focused, I could almost rip a person’s soul from their very body.
All in all I was still learning how to use these “gifts”. They only started maturing when I was seventeen. But since then, every time I practiced it would attract a parasite to attack me and my family. Haadiyah paced the floor waiting for my answer.
“So you need me my abilities to find your rogue hunter.”
“Not just any hunter,” Haadiyah explained, “Valerie Larue, she was friends with your mother in college. She used to be a witch, heavy into the occult, and she knows demons. She was the one who taught me and the rest of the team that you will meet later.