The Fallen Angels Author:Susannah Kells His face was entirely hidden by the dipping cowl of his hood that made a black shadow from which his voice came so hoarse and low. It seemed to Chemosh to be an old voice, a voice that spoke from long and bitter knowledge. Once only, as the cowl was raised towards Chemosh, did the newcomer see the glitter of eyes that themselves seemed to be l... more »ike two hard silver lights in the darkness.
Lucifer, his voice as dry as dead leaves in a cold wind, spoke of the purpose of the Fallen Angels.
He spoke of a war that would soon be declard between France and Britain. He spoke of the decision, by the Illuminait, to work for Britain's defeat.
His business, he said, was not with armies. France would fight, and France would win, and France would take republicanism and reason to Britain. But firs the Illuminati would not Britain from a within....
"We are going to take a fortune in Britain, Chemosh, and your task is to help us," His voice was bitter and dary, soft and sibilant, yet even Lucifer could not hide the pleasure of his next words, "We are going to take the Lazen fortune....
"Your task, Chemosh, is to ensure that the Lady Campion Lazender is no threat to us...."
Marchenoir wated till their leader's footsteps had faded to silence...."I envy you, Chemosh."
"I hear that the Lady Campion is a pearl of great price. She is said to be beautiful....Very beautiful indeed."« less