Blood Demon-Revenge

Blood Demon: Revenge

Book Three in The Blood Trilogy

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Synopsis

One man with a desire for revenge that blinds him, and in the end is his undoing, as he unleashes his demon to walk and hunt under the African moon. Pure evil, that walks in the African bush. An evil that devours �C called up from the darkness of hell in a ritual that involves flesh and blood��Piet van Zyl finds himself on the receiving end of madness as he confronts the Blood Demon that threatens the very lives of those he loves.

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Prologue

��������The color of the suitcase catches her eye as it moves along the conveyor belt with the others being loaded onto the connecting flight to Port Elizabeth. She looks around to see where the supervisor is, as it��s been two weeks since she last helped herself to a passenger��s luggage. And this one was very tempting as if came off an international flight.

��������Quickly, with practiced ease, she removes the case and slips it into a dark corner of the loading area, ready to be picked up and taken home when she goes off duty. No one will say anything as airline luggage always seems to go missing when in transit.

��������She boards the taxi that will take her home, clutching the case with practiced ease, giving one the impression it belonged to her to anyone that might look her way. The contents of the suitcase feel the change in temperature as she holds it against her body and moves amongst the clothes, closer to the source of heat.

��������Her thoughts are filled with wild imaginations of what wonderful things she��ll find in the case and she hurries home so that she can inspect her ill-gotten gains, if there is nothing in there of any value she can always sell it to a neighbor. At least the only one to lose is the passenger waiting in Port Elizabeth for their luggage to arrive.

��������She throws the case on her bed; the jolt causes the contents to coil in defense under the clothes. The lock is broken and the suitcase opened. She plunges her hands into the clothes, her look of greed turns to terror as pain shoots up her right arm, she pulls her hand back and screams for attached to her wrist is a 73 cm Bush Viper, its fangs buried deep into her flesh.

��������Maria will not be helping herself to any more luggage anytime soon, for the venom of the snake works quickly. Its work is done, the snake moves off and slowly slithers underneath the bed and coils up, at rest.

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