Thriller & Suspense

SOUL SEEKER (Gehenna, Book 1)


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Crighton Daemonium arrives in the peaceful town of Lochton, Illinois, searching for wicked souls to add to his count. Benjamin Poe, a devoted husband, father and firefighter, finds himself in a battle of wills against this evil, manipulating demon, while protecting his only son. Ultimately, Poe is tricked into committing murder and Crighton is rewarded with the soul he was sent to retrieve. Following Poe’s execution, Crighton continues his dark malevolent duties, until he's kidnapped by members of The Sovereign Sector. This group of scientists, notorious for experimenting on supernatural creatures, forces Crighton into a soulmate relationship with the very angel he was sent to capture for the King of Hell, Lucifer. With secrets revealed, darkness rules and loyalties shift. The demonic soul-seeker soon becomes the target of Lucifer's revenge, and his journey to redemption and freedom—or eternal enslavement—begins.

The Firefighter's Story

According to the peaceful townsfolk of Lochton, Illinois, Benjamin Poe was the most hated and feared man to ever live. He’d spent the past four years in a maximum security prison, know- ing lethal injection was his only way out and rightfully so. Despite dozens of inquiries, the motive behind his murderous act remained unknown, until a cocksure advocate took up his case, determined to uncover his story.

After stepping through the security doors at the Lochton Correctional Institute, Pierce Beaudoin hooked a finger under his buttoned down collar to loosen it from his sweaty neck. He waited to be cleared at the understaffed security desk before being escorted through the visitor’s area into a private conference room. It boasted cold concrete walls for privacy and a Plexiglas barrier to prevent contraband from changing hands and to protect attorneys from their belligerent clients.

Beaudoin sat down and extracted a manila file from his black briefcase, laying it on the counter. After pulling a pen from his inside coat pocket, he reviewed his notes, patiently waiting for his reticent client to arrive. Poe was the former captain of a crew of firefighters at Lochton Fire District 1. For the past four years, he


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had been held by the state for extradition, during which time his wife had filed for divorce, and every known acquaintance and blood relation had distanced themselves. Normally, a homicide investiga- tion would run for upward of two years, but there were too many questions and very few answers regarding the case of Benjamin Poe’s murdered son.

The clunk and scraping of withdrawing bolts preceded his client, who was escorted by a corrections officer. He directed his prisoner to sit and secured his leg restraints to something on the floor. Poe quietly sat, staring at his hand, his fingers interlaced on the counter. Although he was in his early fifties, he looked much older. His eyes were tired and framed with wrinkles. His gray hair was slicked back, accentuating his receding hairline. But even in his prison uniform, he was tidy and well-groomed. His orange jumpsuit was clean and undershirt was crisp white. He was freshly shaven and his fingers, slender and feminine, were manicured and evenly trimmed.

Despite his orderly appearance, this was a murderer, a man who had committed the ultimate crime. With his verdict read, the judicial stage had been set. His execution was slated for the first of October, in less than four months’ time. That is why Beaudoin took the case. He loved the idea of a challenge. Obtaining an appeal for this highly publicized client, as unlikely as it seemed, would bring credibility and noteworthy clients to his struggling practice.

After the officer exited the room, Beaudoin put the phone to his ear and patiently waited for Poe to do the same.

“Good morning, Ben,” Beaudoin said.

“Morning, Counselor,” Poe replied, his full lips pressed into a thin line.

“I’m glad you agreed to speak with me today. It’s been a while since our last session.”


“Too long,” Poe replied dryly.

“Are you aware of our situation?”

“Of course, I’m aware,” he snapped. “The date is approaching

fast, and we’re running out of options.”

Beaudoin sighed.

“It would seem so. But I haven’t given up hope just yet. We can

still try for an insanity plea, although I know how you feel about that.”

He paused a moment to study Poe’s tired eyes.

“I’ve seen it work even this late in sentencing. If there’s one chance to keep you alive, Ben, then we need to—”

“Counselor, it’s over. Both you and I know that. I’m done fight- ing. If I plead insanity, they’ll send me away to the State hospital . . . and I don’t want to spend what time I have left in that place. But I don’t want to go home either. There’s nothing left for me there.”

He leaned forward, resting his elbow on the counter.

“I know I’m not crazy, and I understand the seriousness of it, but I swear to you, it was never my intention to kill him.”

He paused.

“Not Gabriel. Not my son.”

“Can I be frank with you, Ben?”

He nodded.

“Any ordinary case would have resolved itself by now, but as

you’re very well aware, this is far from ordinary. Your son’s blood was found on your clothes, and the caliber of the revolver found in your possession matched his wounds. You never denied firing it. Yet, you continue to claim your innocence. Which begs the question . . .” Beaudoin paused briefly, choosing his words care- fully. “If you didn’t kill your son, as you’d like me to believe, then who did?”

Poe tipped his head to the side.

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“I never claimed he was killed by someone else, Mr. Beaudoin. If you read the transcripts, my story has never changed. Not one iota.”

The crease between Poe’s eyebrows deepened.

“I was the one who pulled the trigger. I was the one who fired all six shots. My son Gabriel died by my hand, but like I said, it was never my intention to kill him. The six rounds I fired were meant for someone else.”

Beaudoin slapped his hand on the counter.

“Right! That’s what you said before. Someone else was there. But who, Mr. Poe? You won’t divulge that information, will you?”

He paused, exasperate.

“And why? Because you refuse to admit your guilt. You refuse to take responsibility for your actions. Yet, here I am . . . trying my best to keep you alive.”

Poe sighed.

“I’ve accepted my fate, Mr. Beaudoin. I don’t expect any favors, but after everything you’ve done for me, you deserve to hear it all. The whole truth. I’ve never shared this with anyone because no one would ever believe me, but there’s no point now in keeping it a secret any longer. I just want to leave this world knowing I held nothing back.”

Beaudoin shook his head.

“And you wait until now to share this?”

“I know, but I swear the story I’m about to tell you is the God

honest truth,” Poe claimed.

Beaudoin could see his own reflection in the Plexiglas barrier,

and it looked as shocked as he felt.

He shrugged and said, “Very well then, you’ve got my full

attention, Mr. Poe.”


“You’ll think I’m crazy. That much is certain. You might even demand that I plead insanity after you hear my explanation. All I ask from you is to hear me out. Nothing more. Then you decide if the devil was there . . . or if he’s sitting in this room right now.”

Beaudoin eyed Poe, trying to decide if this bit of storytell- ing was worth his time. He tugged on his shirt sleeve and glanced down at his watch. It was 10:58 a.m., and he had more than forty minutes to spare before his next meeting. So, what did he have to lose, aside from his patience?

Blowing out an exaggerated breath, he answered, “Okay, I’m listening.”

Poe shifted in his seat and appeared to be collecting his thoughts. Or maybe he was formulating his story. Then, he began. “It happened two weeks before Christmas. The fire at College

Inn. Do you remember that?”

Beaudoin nodded and waited for him to continue.

“It was the night that everything was destroyed, including my

life. You see, Mr. Beaudoin, up until then, I was a good Christian man. A loving father. I made an honest living. I provided a com- fortable life for my family. I did everything by the book . . . every- thing that was expected of me.”

Poe rubbed his eyes, and before he pulled his hands away, he continued, “I didn’t know until that night that the world is full of monsters. Monsters with dark souls and claws, waiting for the chance to tear you apart.”

About the author

Kaylin McFarren has received more than 50 national literary awards, in addition to a prestigious RWA Golden Heart Award nomination for FLAHERTY'S CROSSING - a book she and her oldest daughter, New York Times/USA Today best-selling author Kristina McMorris, co-wrote in 2008. view profile

Published on October 27, 2020

100000 words

Contains explicit content ⚠️

Genre: Thriller & Suspense

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