New Orleans, 3247
Ambrose scowled as he felt a strange presence in his study. It was intense and powerful. Unlike anything he’d felt in a long, long time.
Immediately on alert, he flashed himself into the room to confront who or whatever dared to defy his sigils and invade his domain. Whoever it was, they would regret this stupidity.
He’d make sure of it.
At least that was his thought until he came face-to-face with the last thing he expected.
A snot-nosed teen who bore a frightening resemblance to himself. Right down to a tacky Hawaiian shirt that all but glowed in the dark.
What the hell? He’d all but forgotten his mother’s insistence on him wearing such travesty.
Stunned, he realized the kid wasn’t alone. Caleb was with him. Along with Aeron, Kaziel and Vawn, and a teen girl he didn’t recognize.
“What is this?”
The boy stepped forward. “You’re going to want to sit down for this, demon man. After all, I got the idea from a future you. Brace yourself. I’m the old you from the past, and I’m here so that we can fix the timeline you screwed up. And save the life of our son.” He glanced over his shoulder at the others. “Take my word for it. The end is just beginning.”