The rain was pounding hard outside, and seventeen year old Genesis could hear the whistle of the wind as it battered the windows. They wouldn’t let her leave. When she woke up in that hospital, one of them was there. It seemed to know her and told her that they had to leave right away. Since she had no memory of who she was or where to go, she had no choice but to follow.
They lived in a cemetery far out of town. When she asked why they lived here, all she was told was hallowed ground. These individuals were strange and something deep inside told Genesis they weren’t human. And, for some reason Genesis wasn’t afraid.
They told her it was their duty to protect mankind; that was their sole purpose. They called themselves Sentinels. When she asked what they protected mankind from, they said from people like you.
There was a ringing in her ears. From people like you.
What Genesis doesn’t remember is that she was a malicious, scheming liar. She didn’t care what she did or who she hurt. Genesis had only one friend in the world, and she would use her in an instant if she had to. Mae was loyal to Genesis, and that was her downfall. Genesis didn’t hesitate to kill people who got in her way or ruin their lives. She knew secrets about everyone in their wretched town. She knew what went on behind the closed doors of the townspeople. Everyone had secrets. But all of her hatred was centered on her red headed devil of a sister. The sister whose life she saved in the fire and earned Genesis the scar that ran down the side of her face. Then she wished she hadn’t saved her. Then she wished she was dead. On a crisp, cold night, Genesis did something so vicious the Sentinels had no choice but to intervene. They drove a sword straight through her heart in an effort to stop her.
Genesis remembers none of this, and no one is allowed to tell her. She must remember on her own so she can choose whose side she will be on.
Because a war is coming. Two ancient enemies whose feud has lasted since the beginning of time have declared war on each other. The prize: mankind. And if the wrong side wins, life as we know it will be gone. People will beg to die, but no one will listen.
Genesis will decide who wins the war. She is important. They picked her for a reason. They knew who she was; they knew what she was.
As Genesis begins to piece together her memory, the more she longs for one thing: revenge. No one will be able to stop her. She also remembers something about herself that makes her want to shed blood. When they drove the sword through her she didn’t die. Because Genesis has never been alive.
They lived in a cemetery far out of town. When she asked why they lived here, all she was told was hallowed ground. These individuals were strange and something deep inside told Genesis they weren’t human. And, for some reason Genesis wasn’t afraid.
They told her it was their duty to protect mankind; that was their sole purpose. They called themselves Sentinels. When she asked what they protected mankind from, they said from people like you.
There was a ringing in her ears. From people like you.
What Genesis doesn’t remember is that she was a malicious, scheming liar. She didn’t care what she did or who she hurt. Genesis had only one friend in the world, and she would use her in an instant if she had to. Mae was loyal to Genesis, and that was her downfall. Genesis didn’t hesitate to kill people who got in her way or ruin their lives. She knew secrets about everyone in their wretched town. She knew what went on behind the closed doors of the townspeople. Everyone had secrets. But all of her hatred was centered on her red headed devil of a sister. The sister whose life she saved in the fire and earned Genesis the scar that ran down the side of her face. Then she wished she hadn’t saved her. Then she wished she was dead. On a crisp, cold night, Genesis did something so vicious the Sentinels had no choice but to intervene. They drove a sword straight through her heart in an effort to stop her.
Genesis remembers none of this, and no one is allowed to tell her. She must remember on her own so she can choose whose side she will be on.
Because a war is coming. Two ancient enemies whose feud has lasted since the beginning of time have declared war on each other. The prize: mankind. And if the wrong side wins, life as we know it will be gone. People will beg to die, but no one will listen.
Genesis will decide who wins the war. She is important. They picked her for a reason. They knew who she was; they knew what she was.
As Genesis begins to piece together her memory, the more she longs for one thing: revenge. No one will be able to stop her. She also remembers something about herself that makes her want to shed blood. When they drove the sword through her she didn’t die. Because Genesis has never been alive.
