Chapter Ten
“With that same colour that a cloud takes on, morning or evening, when it meets the sun, I saw, in every part, the heavens flush.”
― Dante Alighieri, The Divine Comedy
I sat there in front of him trying to digest what he just told me, but simply couldn’t.
The silence stretched for ages and eventually I was ready to burst out laughing but thought better of it.
No, it’s impossible. Lucifer isn’t Morpheus and my father.
His words failed to make sense. My mother was a human and she couldn’t have been seduced by Satan. The prince of the underworld that controlled every demon inside his doomed prison.
“Say something. I’m sure it’s quite a shock,” he said, smoothing his clean-shaven jaw. I tried to look for something, anything that could tell me this wasn’t some kind of joke. T
