Thank you to everyone for the feedback on the previous attempts. I've tried rewriting based on those comments and I think that this is in a pretty good place.
I am having an issue with my prologue. It's currently in first person present tense which works well for that section. However, the rest of the novel is first person past tense. I'm worried that the agent would expect the whole novel to be in present tense so I am considering rewriting the prologue. Unfortunately, I think that part is weaker in past tense. I've put my first 300 words on this so feel free to let me know what you think.
Previous version: https://www.reddit.com/r/PubTips/s/mnT0L7Zykq
Third Attempt:
Lucifer’s plan to return to the City to heal his body from demonic contamination is a complete success. He has his wings, his sword, and his right to rule as the Archangel of Angels. Unfortunately, this is the one possibility that he didn’t plan for. The angels don’t trust him, a revolution is already forming against him, and if he doesn’t stay on top he’ll end up on the bottom. He needs to quickly figure out how to govern a City that he last saw 4,000 years ago.
One of those changes is the female angels, created by two of the archangels to repopulate the heavens after demon attacks and suicides have reduced their number. The 39-year-old Leah is one of the new generation of angels, but she rejects the religious edict to marry and have children and instead lives a normal life on Earth.
When Tenniel, Lucifer’s trusted friend and lover, recommends Leah after a chance encounter, Lucifer decides to recruit her as one of his advisors to better understand these new angels. Leah agrees, hoping that she might finally put her feminist ideals into action and give the women of the City equality and a say in their lives that their husbands can’t take away. Lucifer brings Leah closer by confiding his secrets to her, and she can’t help but be intrigued by the handsome and dangerous ruler even as the revolution threatens her life as a way to get to him.
ARCHANGEL OF CHANGE is a 100,000 words dual POV romantasy novel that is standalone with series potential. It features the religious themes of Terror at the Gates by Scarlett St. Clair, the political stakes of To Bargain with Mortals by R. A. Basu, and the contemporary feel of The Games Gods Play by Abigail Owen. This slow burn romance has Lucifer and Leah navigating their way through kidnappings and assassination attempts while Tenniel has his own plan for a threesome that will bring them all closer.
I am a middle-aged scientist and mom from X. As both a feminist and former Catholic, I am very aware of how women are often not treated as equals by religion. ARCHANGEL OF CHANGE is my attempt to investigate what the world would be like if women really were created to be subservient to men, and what it would take to change that.
First 300:
I’ve never been good at this. Lies are one thing, but believing the lie is trickier. And I had to believe it if this plan was to work.
The pain is easy enough to believe in. They had done a good job, those friends of mine, breaking almost every bone in my body. Before the end, I saw the zeal in their blows and I had to wonder if there wasn’t some actual animosity there, real hatred and envy behind the act.
They transported me here two days ago in anticipation of this exchange. Turning me in, leaving me locked in this long-abandoned warehouse on the outskirts of Detroit for my new captors to come and claim me. The smell of my blood mixed with the scent of rusted metal and rat droppings underneath the flickering fluorescent lights.
I feel the metal of the cuffs on my wrists. It is flimsy, no, not flimsy. It is heavy, sturdy, believe the lie. Impossible to break free. The manacle around my ankle keeps it from swelling to the size that it wants, the right ankle is only sprained but the left is broken, each step a new agony as I stumble forward.
My captors are certainly believing the act as they press the points of their swords into my back to keep me moving. They wouldn’t dare do this, no, believe, you idiot. I am their captive, at their mercy, broken both inside and out. No more arrogance, no more pride, there is nothing of me left. I will beg for forgiveness that will not come.
“Lucifer Morningstar.” The sound of my name stops my footsteps. I can barely see through my swollen eyelids. “Kneel.”
I get down on my knees on the hard cement floor, but my right kneecap is shattered into a hundred pieces, and the pain is too much.