The Destroyer

Less than a year from now I won’t be alive. Well, in a manner of speaking. I will not be on Earth anymore. I will not live among humans anymore. For all intents and purposes, I will be dead. You would think an eighteen-year-old psychic would have seen something like that coming, right? But by the time I figured out what I was really witnessing in my nightmares, what the horrific deaths and the demons chasing me truly meant, it was too late.

A dark man. A mysterious man. Strong beyond the limits that hold mankind. Arrogant beyond patience. Intelligent beyond ten lifetimes. Beautiful beyond perfection.

And he is here to destroy us.