AUTHOR’S NOTE
Dear Reader,
If you’re holding this book in your hands, then you’ve already accepted the first invitation—to cross the threshold into a world that is not kind, not safe, and certainly not merciful. I thank you for your bravery.
Demonic Encounter began as a whisper—soft, strange, and relentless. A name. A blade. A curse. A woman standing alone in a place where the dead do not rest and the living never stop running. That woman’s name was Amethyst Deltore, and from the moment she appeared in my imagination, she refused to be forgotten. She did not ask to be written—she demanded it.
This story is her war.
Set in a world scorched by centuries of corruption and darkness, this tale follows a woman bound by blood and fate to destroy the thirteen demons that shattered everything she once knew. Each demon is more than a creature—they are manifestations of fear, cruelty, grief, temptation, and the darkest parts of humanity. To slay them is not just to survive. It is to reclaim power, to resist damnation, and to wrestle with truths most would rather bury.
Amethyst is not your typical heroine. She is wounded, wrathful, and unapologetically human. Her journey is not a clean arc of heroism—it’s messy, brutal, and forged in sacrifice. She bleeds. She breaks. But she also rises again and again, not because she’s fearless, but because she refuses to let fear be her master. In her, I poured every ounce of pain and resilience I’ve ever felt, every scream swallowed in silence, every fire that threatened to burn me from the inside out.
Writing Demonic Encounter was both cathartic and consuming. It took me through dark forests and bloodstained dreams. It made me question the cost of vengeance, the shape of justice, and whether redemption is ever truly possible. And through it all, I was haunted by the question: What makes a monster? And who decides who deserves to be saved?
This is a fantasy novel, yes. There are swords and spells, cursed tomes and sacred relics, realms ruled by forgotten gods, and battles that shake the skies. But beneath the magic lies something achingly familiar: the desire to be free, the pain of loss, the weight of legacy, and the hunger for purpose.
To the ones who feel too broken to begin again—this book is for you.
To the ones fighting demons no one else can see—this book is for you.
And to the ones who still believe in power forged from suffering, strength born of sorrow—this book is especially for you.
Thank you for stepping into Amethyst’s world. May you follow her path with both caution and courage. May you feel her fury, her fire, and her fragile hope. And may you remember, as she does, that even in the face of the damned, we are not powerless.
May your demons know fear.
— TRISTAN SNOW
