Prologue
Let's
pretend my life is normal for just one-minute okay? On second thought...no one
has a normal life, there's always something stuck in the middle of everything
to make it shitty or unbearable. Mine isn't as shitty as most, it's more...I
have the lesser power to make it the right way it has to be.
Let's
start with the fact that a drunk who hunts monsters - not those shitty ones
from the movies - real, actual monsters adopts me. Vampires (who don't sparkle,
by the way), werewolves (ironically, silver bullets to the head work), lizard
creatures (don't even get me started
on that one), demons (the more popular of the evils in our world of candy and
rainbows), and probably 20 million others that I don't even want to figure out
how to kill.
I
apparently have a sister too, according to Bobby Singer. He knew I hated the
life of hunting, went off to do my own thing - got a job and putting myself
through college. That was when I was 16 and didn't know better and thought I
was Miss-Big-and-Bad. Her name is Zoe Singer, and mine is Roxi Holland. My
legal name, my birth name.
My
life was an "apple pie life", meaning you had money, a life outside
of hunting, and retired from the job. I was going to college, enjoying my 20s
but then something happened.
I
found out what I was.
If
a hunter is reading this, you know demons walk our Earth but what about those
bastards with the feathery white wings and non-existed golden halos, huh?
Demons have an opposite. I found out something - something important about
myself.
That
was until someone decided to play a trick on me. A trick that turned into more.
No
one messes with a Trickster but no Trickster should piss off a Nephilim.
Nephilim
may only have half of the power than a normal angel, but hell, I throw one hell
of a punch.
-Molly
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