"Seth! Seth!"
"SETH!"
"Seth..."
My name, echoed around us, in different manners and voices. Disappointment, anger, scolding - the tones could've been either of these or all three.
"This floor is for the things you know about, but don't want to remember - traumas, pain, fears..." Lucifer explained, looking around the scenes that mostly were set in my childhood room, and in our kitchen - so far.
My eyes sat on the child everyone was shouting at, and who was shouting back at them with that god-awful stubbornness on his bruised face - I don't know if I felt pity or repulse, but my stomach turned with distaste.
"Your parents didn't love you, did they?" Lucifer asked blatantly, and my breath hitched from the sudden attack - or what I perceived as an attack, from him.
"You see the same th
