Ancient Evil (The First Genocide Book 1) Read Free

in Albert’s flailing limbs as his body burst through the glass. The
sound of a car alarm indicated that Ray’s prized BMW had broken Albert’s fall.
    Ray stood at the window
looking down. The rage was subsiding and fear was starting to set in. This
little incident would send him back to prison for sure.
    Rachel, trembling with the
delectable waves of emotion, hit him on the back of the head with a lamp.
    She then dressed, stepped
over the supine form of Ray and left before the police arrived.
    Her work was done and she
was content.
     

Northern Frontier, Year 7875 in the
Reign of Enki II
     
    Hael was one of the chosen people.
    Anointed by Emperor Enki
II, Supreme Ruler of City and
Empire, Hero of the Rebellion and Scourge of the Feral, Hael was the commander of
the Ninety-First Legion. He was the youngest commander in the history of his
people and he had never led his troopers into battle.
    That was going to change
in the next few minutes.
    He had been harrying the
enemy, the filthy Ferals, for almost a week with his Nightfeeders — never
letting them rest, never letting them relax. He had driven the Ferals to the
valley below his current vantage. They were waiting for the inevitable now,
huddled and stinking in their animal skins and decorative colored shells.
    Hael looked to his right
and nodded to his older brother Lucan. Lucan was smiling fiercely, eager to
prove himself, eager to kill.
    He looked to his left to
his younger brother Bral. Bral was aware of his brother’s gaze but did not take
his eyes from the enemy below. His face was expressionless. The single tear
running down his cheek betrayed his dread of the task ahead.
    Hael lifted his arm.
Bronze blades sang and they were unsheathed across the ridge. Leather creaked
as the troops readied for the charge. Hael dropped his arm. With a roar, his
troopers plunged into the valley.

Chapter 1
Edinburgh, Scotland, 2015
     
    Charlie
was on her way home from work. It was bucketing down, but the cold and the wet
did not bother her. Not much had the power to make her uncomfortable, other
than boredom. She was actually feeling pretty good — it had been a fun day at
work.
    She was one of the few people on the planet
who actually liked her job. Oh sure, some people claim to like their job, but
they don’t, not really. They like the money they are paid and the useless
things that money allows them to buy. They like the perks, the occasional
sandwich or cookie left over from a business meeting that they were not invited
to, or maybe a free drink or two at Christmas. Some liked the opportunity to
bully, mock or just plain despise their coworkers. Some liked stealing
stationary or tools from their employers. Very few people liked doing the
actual tasks that they were paid to do. Charlie was one of those lucky few. She
found that working with the elderly was very satisfying. The retirement home
was understaffed and overpopulated, so she could really make a difference in
her charges’ lives.
    Today had been particularly satisfying.
Nice, old Major MacTaggert had been desperate to use the toilet and no one else
was around to help him. Seeing an opportunity to make a difference, she offered
to help him. She then managed to find reasons for not taking him to the
bathroom. He ended up begging for her to take him. Eventually he shat himself.
    His humiliation had been delicious. She had
then berated him and called him disgusting and made him try to clean himself
up. At one stage she thought he was going to have a heart attack.
Unfortunately, he didn’t. However, all in all, the whole episode was very
satisfying.
    Her job gave her many opportunities to make
a difference in people’s lives.
    She had even made a little game out of
finding novel ways to make a difference. Most people just don’t make the effort
to make work fun; their loss.
    She stepped out of the bus onto slick
cobbles of the Grassmarket. Yellow light spilled out of the windows of the many
bars and restaurants