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    Came the Beast
    Came the Beast
    Came the Beast
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    Came the Beast

    By Douglas A Seabury

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    Detective Sergeant Brittle's quiet country life is turned upside down when a group of devil worshipers summon the beast itself to raise hell on earth. Along with help from city police and a gun toting American detective he must put hem out of business before the beast can gain full power and rule over mankind. Crime rises to a horrendous level and many people die, including Brittle's daughter before peace can once more be resumed.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherDouglas A Seabury
    Release dateDec 16, 2015
    ISBN9781310761935
    Came the Beast
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    Douglas A Seabury

    Douglas A Seabury is retired and living in Shropshire England. He is married and has five children and three grandchildren. His hobbies include reading, gardening, fishing and Cgi graphics. He has a Dip.H.ed in It,ITC and Computing. Presently he also has two mini novels available as e.books and in print. Both being the first in two seperate series, Killian (a likable Hitman) and Came the beast (a sergeant Brittle series) with other childrens books available soon.

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      Book preview

      Came the Beast - Douglas A Seabury

      Prologue

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      Came The Beast

      A Detective sergeant Brittle Series

      volume 1

      A Short Novel By

      Douglas A Seabury

      First Edition

      08 March 2015

      Prologue:

      Killian is a likable hit-man who doesn't much care who he takes out as long as he gets paid in full. Or he takes it out on those that don't pay (in full).

      2015

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      Published at Smash words

      Ch.1

      Father O’Hanlon was sitting at his study desk reading a letter that had arrived that morning. His eyes were heavy, it was already way past his bedtime and his brain was ready to close down for the night.

      The letter was from the cardinal referring to his (abnormal fixation) with the devils work.

      Actually Father O’Hanlon wasn’t so concerned with devils work as the work of the devil. Of late there seemed to be a glut of what Father O’Hanlon described as evil doings in the locality and as a priest he had decided that it was his duty to look into things, although purely in an amateurish fashion.

      He had been studying up on the occult in his local library and borrowing books off friends in his search of knowledge on how to combat evil.

      So far he believed he had become quite adept in retaining the knowledge required to fight off the devil and was indeed working on a new incantation that was supposed to ‘put the devil in his place’ as Father O’Hanlon liked to call it.

      As he was studying the implications behind the letter the father was deep in thought, so failed to notice the dark fog-like substance that was materializing behind his high backed chair and filling up the space between himself and the ornate book stand that was filled with countless books on myth, magic and the occult.

      The fog seemed to be generating shape and indeed started to resemble some kind of being, although certainly not human in stature, indeed it could not be recognized as anything that the human eye could discern as having a living form.

      Father O’Hanlon sensed rather than saw that something was watching him and started to turn round; his face went pale with fear and his heart nearly exploded from his chest at the sight which greeted him.

      Never had the priest thought that pure evil could take form, but that which faced him now was indeed the incarnation of a being from the depths of hell.

      Father O’Hanlon was picked up by a hand that drove through his chest and which set his very soul on fire. He was lifted high towards the ceiling and held there to look straight in the eye of his beholder.

      ‘You dare to meddle with that which does not concern you’ spoke the being in a tone that sent shivers through the priests pain racked body,

      ‘you wanted knowledge of hell, then thou shall have it’ and the beast smashed the already dying body of Father O’Hanlon against the wall with such ferocity that his innards sprayed out over his sanctum colouring everything a glistening deep red.

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      Brittle (breakable) behind his back, was surveying the mess whilst his colleagues from fingerprints were dusting what was not smeared with blood and gore for prints and more officers were carefully searching through the ruined study for any sign of anything useful in the forthcoming investigation of the fathers death.

      ‘Whatever killed the priest was no bloody human being’ said a detective constable named Thompson. ‘There was one hell of a lot of power used to smash him up that badly, I’d say’.

      ‘What we don’t friggin need is conjecture from you, you arsehole’, spat Brittle through clenched teeth. ‘A little more detective work and a bit less pissin about wouldn’t come amiss’.

      ‘Yeah, yeah alright, I’ll go and see the house keeper, that is if she’s in any state to talk’ Thompson answered harshly ‘last time I looked she was nearly round the bend what with having found the body, must have been quite an experience for the poor old cow’.

      Brittle turned to one of the finger print men, ‘when’ll you have anything for me’ he asked politely.

      ‘When we’ve fuckin finished ‘ere ‘, was the sharp answer. Brittle turned around, his face flushed with anger, slowly he counted to ten.

      When he turned back towards the man he was once more in charge of himself, ‘ I’d like the results as soon as possible if you please’. ‘You’ll get em as soon as they’re ready’, was the response.

      When Thompson found the old lady who’s name he was told by a female constable was Mrs. Winstable, he asked her if she minded answering a few questions if she felt she was up to it.

      ‘Oh yes ‘ replied the old dear, ‘ I’ll do anything to help find who killed the Father; he was such a nice man, how could anyone do such an evil thing do you think’?

      ‘I’m sure I don’t know’ replied Thompson kindly ‘but perhaps you may have seen or heard something that could be of help in finding the person or persons responsible’.

      ‘I’ll try’ announced the old lady, ‘but I don’t really know anything I’m sure’.

      ‘We’ll see’ Thompson replied, ‘for a start did anyone come to see the father anytime tonight’?

      ‘No there were no visitors all day, in fact the father had asked me not to bother him if at all possible;

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