Book 1. A Merciless Year One
Everyone knows the story of Lucifer’s fall, the prideful angel who defied God and was punished for it. But few people remember the angels who fell with him. Satan might have found redemption, but what of his Watchers?
My name is Delilah and I am dead.
It’s a recent state of affairs. Until a few months ago, I had a life, family, friends. And then, The Brightest Star shone above me, too bright, too blinding, and my whole world crumbled.
I drowned in the ocean of a demon’s happiness and no one seemed to care.
Until, finally, someone does. When the avatar of death extends his hand and offers me a chance to save my loved ones, it seems too good to be true.
You can become an angel, he tells me.
You can still save them, he tells me.
You can earn your wings and watch over them, forever, he tells me, and the thought is a comfort and a burden.
But there’s a catch. To embrace the Grim Reaper’s offer, I have to attend the new Watcher Academy, where Lucifer’s minions have come together to start over—and where I have to spend time with them.
Sariel. Azazel. Yeqon. Three of Lucifer’s closest confidants, who chose him over the Heavens, and who make it their business to make my life as difficult as possible. Fallen angels, who do everything in their power to lead my soul into damnation.
I’m expected to forgive and forget, but turning the other cheek has never been my style. I’m expected to become an angel, but Watcher Academy isn’t very angelic at all. How can I forgive the people who killed my family and were never punished? And how can I forgive myself for what Sariel, Azazel, and Yeqon make me feel?
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My name is Delilah and I am dead.
It’s a recent state of affairs. Until a few months ago, I had a life, family, friends. And then, The Brightest Star shone above me, too bright, too blinding, and my whole world crumbled.
I drowned in the ocean of a demon’s happiness and no one seemed to care.
Until, finally, someone does. When the avatar of death extends his hand and offers me a chance to save my loved ones, it seems too good to be true.
You can become an angel, he tells me.
You can still save them, he tells me.
You can earn your wings and watch over them, forever, he tells me, and the thought is a comfort and a burden.
But there’s a catch. To embrace the Grim Reaper’s offer, I have to attend the new Watcher Academy, where Lucifer’s minions have come together to start over—and where I have to spend time with them.
Sariel. Azazel. Yeqon. Three of Lucifer’s closest confidants, who chose him over the Heavens, and who make it their business to make my life as difficult as possible. Fallen angels, who do everything in their power to lead my soul into damnation.
I’m expected to forgive and forget, but turning the other cheek has never been my style. I’m expected to become an angel, but Watcher Academy isn’t very angelic at all. How can I forgive the people who killed my family and were never punished? And how can I forgive myself for what Sariel, Azazel, and Yeqon make me feel?
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Book 2. A Faithless Year Two
Archangels aren’t supposed to look for love or family. Their lives rotate around fulfilling the dictates of The Supreme Being. But there are those who break the rules, and sometimes, love can be the most faithless emotion of all.
Second year has started at Watcher Academy. I’ve earned my wings—sort of. I’ve grown accustomed to the idea of my death and I’m making progress toward my end goal—to protect my family.
Oh, who am I kidding? I have no idea what I’m doing. Half the time, whenever I try to fly, I fall on my face. Divine magic eludes me and most celestial beings still see me as a useless mortal.
To make matters worse, my love life is a mess. I still have no idea what to do about Sariel, Azazel, and Yeqon. I want them. I fear them. I need them. I don’t know if I can’t be what they need, in turn. It’s so confusing.
That’s when he shows up—Archangel Michael, the famous general of The Heavenly Host. He’s supposed to be our new teacher in Celestial Battle Magic. I find myself having thoughts that have nothing to do with the divine.
He carries a secret burden and a deep sorrow. I want to help him, to heal him. But how can I, when my deal with The Grim Reaper remains in place? How can I, when Sariel, Azazel, and Yeqon loathe him with a passion?
One thing is certain. It’ll take more than faith for me to pass the difficult trials of my second year.
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Second year has started at Watcher Academy. I’ve earned my wings—sort of. I’ve grown accustomed to the idea of my death and I’m making progress toward my end goal—to protect my family.
Oh, who am I kidding? I have no idea what I’m doing. Half the time, whenever I try to fly, I fall on my face. Divine magic eludes me and most celestial beings still see me as a useless mortal.
To make matters worse, my love life is a mess. I still have no idea what to do about Sariel, Azazel, and Yeqon. I want them. I fear them. I need them. I don’t know if I can’t be what they need, in turn. It’s so confusing.
That’s when he shows up—Archangel Michael, the famous general of The Heavenly Host. He’s supposed to be our new teacher in Celestial Battle Magic. I find myself having thoughts that have nothing to do with the divine.
He carries a secret burden and a deep sorrow. I want to help him, to heal him. But how can I, when my deal with The Grim Reaper remains in place? How can I, when Sariel, Azazel, and Yeqon loathe him with a passion?
One thing is certain. It’ll take more than faith for me to pass the difficult trials of my second year.
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Book 3. A Soulless Year Three
Heaven and Hell were never meant to live in harmony. This year, the war between the three realms begins and my soul might be one of its many victims.
It’s taken countless months of struggle, sacrifice, and torment, but my lovers and I finally have an agreement. I’m confident that I can graduate from Watcher Academy and fulfill the bargain I made with the Grim Reaper.
But things aren’t quite what they seem. News arrives that Hell has taken up arms against The Mortal Realm.
The rebellion, led by Lucifer Morningstar and his new queen, Alyssa Michaelis, is the largest threat to the balance between the realms since The Watchers’ fall. It needs to be stopped. And somehow, the task has landed in our laps.
Sariel, Azazel, and Yeqon are now forced to confront their old friends and leader. Michael has to face his son. The battle will tear their souls apart. I know it, and so do they.
But if we have to be soulless to save the world, we will do it. And if I have to sacrifice my own humanity to save the people I love, I’ll do that too.
It would be easier if, in the process, I wouldn’t have to turn to the one other person I loathe more than Lucifer—Cain Adamson. It would be easier if his sin didn’t echo my own secrets. How are we supposed to win this battle if we’re too busy fighting each other?
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It’s taken countless months of struggle, sacrifice, and torment, but my lovers and I finally have an agreement. I’m confident that I can graduate from Watcher Academy and fulfill the bargain I made with the Grim Reaper.
But things aren’t quite what they seem. News arrives that Hell has taken up arms against The Mortal Realm.
The rebellion, led by Lucifer Morningstar and his new queen, Alyssa Michaelis, is the largest threat to the balance between the realms since The Watchers’ fall. It needs to be stopped. And somehow, the task has landed in our laps.
Sariel, Azazel, and Yeqon are now forced to confront their old friends and leader. Michael has to face his son. The battle will tear their souls apart. I know it, and so do they.
But if we have to be soulless to save the world, we will do it. And if I have to sacrifice my own humanity to save the people I love, I’ll do that too.
It would be easier if, in the process, I wouldn’t have to turn to the one other person I loathe more than Lucifer—Cain Adamson. It would be easier if his sin didn’t echo my own secrets. How are we supposed to win this battle if we’re too busy fighting each other?
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