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Revelation Chapters 1-4

Revelation Chapters 1-4

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Published by Michelle Rhyne
PROLOGUE

Christ lifted his wrist from the cup, raised it over his head in thanks, and then passed it over. “Drink my beloved Apostles. For this is my blood of the new covenant. Drink and live forever.”



CHAPTER ONE

“Kellan did you hear me dammit?” Simon asked. Kellan Donnolly looked blankly at his father’s reflection in the window. Yeah, he heard. You could cut off his ears and bury him in 30 feet of lead and he would have still heard. He turned his eyes away from Simon and resumed staring ou
PROLOGUE

Christ lifted his wrist from the cup, raised it over his head in thanks, and then passed it over. “Drink my beloved Apostles. For this is my blood of the new covenant. Drink and live forever.”



CHAPTER ONE

“Kellan did you hear me dammit?” Simon asked. Kellan Donnolly looked blankly at his father’s reflection in the window. Yeah, he heard. You could cut off his ears and bury him in 30 feet of lead and he would have still heard. He turned his eyes away from Simon and resumed staring ou

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PROLOGUE
Christ lifted his wrist from the cup, raised it over his head in thanks, and then passedit over. “Drink my beloved Apostles. For this is my blood of the new covenant. Drink andlive forever.”
 CHAPTER ONE
 
“Kellan did you hear me dammit?” Simon asked.Kellan Donnolly looked blankly at his father’s reflection in the window. Yeah, heheard. You could cut off his ears and bury him in 30 feet of lead and he would have stillheard. He turned his eyes away from Simon and resumed staring outside, leaning hisshoulder against the jamb to watch shiny snowflakes twirl against a back drop of purplish-blue dusk. He sighed. Peaceful moments like these weren’t commonly associated with his kind.Something whizzed by Kellan’s ear and hit the glass in front of him. Startled, he whipped around, flashing a dirty look at Simon sitting in an executive high-back chair behind his long cherry wood desk, wadded paper ball in hand, poised and ready to hurl.“What?” Kellan asked, as if he didn’t already know. Same old shit different day.Different century actually.Simon scowled and tossed the wadded paper over his shoulder. “Oh, I’m sorry,Kellan,” he said in fake sympathy. “Didn’t mean to interrupt. You know what.” Henarrowed his eyes and reached out to pull a Cuban out of a cigar box in front of him. Heclipped the end and threw it in a trash can beside the desk. “The Apostles and I areconcerned with your apparent lack of interest in finding the Daughter. Remember her?”Kellan sighed. How could he forget? It had been instilled in him for a millennia.His destiny as Simon called it. But it wasn’t always this way. It was the year 1028 inDublin, Ireland when twenty-five year old Kellan converted to a life of evil, after beingsentenced to hang for killing the man who murdered his mother, Catherine. On the eveof his execution, Simon came to see him, claiming he was his father. Kellan wassurprised. His mother never revealed the identity of his father but even more surprising was what Simon related next. He was the Apostle Simon, damned to live as a vampire
 
along with the other Apostles for their betrayal of Christ.It was Christ, Himself who had bestowed the punishment, using His own blood totransform them into the unspeakable monsters they had become. But as with allpunishments, there is a price. As Simon’s son, Kellan was part of an ancient prophecy,chosen to father a child by the Daughter, a woman whose blood was imperative for theirsurvival.Simon lit the cigar and puffed, still scowling at Kellan through a haze of wispy smoke circling his face. “Kellan, as you know, the time frame for the fulfillment of theprophecy draws near and yet you haven’t searched for her for centuries. You’re notliving up to your obligation.”Kellan grunted. “Really? And how’s that my fault? For centuries we struggled justto survive and finding the Daughter had to wait. Humans
used 
to fear us, and whentheir technology and lack of faith spread, well, protecting ourselves came first.”Simon laid the cigar in an ashtray. “No one blames you, Kellan.” He stood andheld up a hand to calm him. “I know you’ve tried. So do the others, but,” He paused fora moment, shoulders slumped, brows knitted in a crease like something was botheringhim.It was hard to believe anything
could 
bother Simon. At 6’1”, he was anintimidating brute with broad shoulders, long arms and legs. He clasped his meaty lefthand over his right one, nervously wiggling the huge ruby ring nestled on the middlefinger, a ring all the Apostles brandished as a symbol of their status.For a split second Kellan contemplated storming out of the room. But instead, outof respect he asked. “But what? Geez, Dad. What
do
I need to do?”Simon came to and laid his palms on top of the desk. “Accept your

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