Silas was moments away from being torn apart by a mob of damned souls—damned souls that had been tortured, beaten, and made to suffer at the hands of demons for, in some cases, centuries. Now he was revealed before them, a demon trapped in human form. It is was all because of the damned soul standing in front of Silas.
It was like looking at a mirror. Well, a mirror that made you look malnourished, dirty, scared and abused—but a mirror nonetheless. Silas stepped down from the stage and stood in front of the man.
“So, you’re the one who gave me my body,” Silas said.
“You’re the one that took my body,” the man said. He looked just like Silas, even Banshee couldn’t stop staring. “You condemned my soul to Hell so you could roam free in the mortal realm, doing who knows what. Evil no
